forced to be pampered by monsters

There was a mess ahead, and the corpses of the believers lay quietly on the ground, the limp lumps of flesh hardly recognizable of their original appearance.

A trace of black mist slid across Sleepless' side face, and the gently surging mist seemed to be caressing gently, but the gentler the movement, the weirder the scene in front of him.

Weimian stood there without moving, the disgusting smell of blood made him feel dizzy for a while.

After a while, he felt his waist loosen, and the black mist behind him disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

In the end, Weimian, who left alone, returned to the cave, sat inside and hugged her knees.

The sun was very strong outside, and the air in the cave was not very circulated, and it became more and more stuffy under the direct sunlight.

Weimian wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, then pressed the hat tighter.

His mind was in a mess, and he kept recalling what happened in the woods.

The vine was torn off, and the black mist indeed appeared from the wound where the vine was broken. Weimian could see it clearly, there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

What's even more strange is that after the believer died completely, his bones were crushed and collapsed into a ball, which was very similar to the pile of monster corpses he found at the edge of the woods.

But Weimian saw with his own eyes that the spider dragged the corpse and threw it there, so he thought the spider was a very scary monster.

The more Weimian thought about it, the more he had a headache, and buried his face in his knees.

And that black mist, isn't it the monster that once wanted to kill him... Weimian woke up from the bushes, and it was this kind of black mist that surrounded her in her dream and after waking up.

But why is the black mist associated with the vines? Is the vines dead, or...

A terrifying conjecture suddenly appeared in Weimian's mind, that the vines were black mist.

It has always been, or...or it started this morning. When the vine came back in the morning, he did find that it was a little different from the past after not seeing it for a few days, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time.

But today, it still gave itself flowers like before.

There was also something strange to him, the leaves of the vines were always sluggish, and the stems turned yellow and cracked day by day, as if they were slowly withering.

The little white flower was still lying in the corner of the cave, Weimian turned her head and stared at it for a while, then suddenly picked it up and threw it out of the cave.

However, not long after throwing it out, he regretted it a little.

What if he guessed wrong, and...even though the vines have always been the black mist disguised around him, the food and flowers that were given to him before are all real.

Weimian thought for a while, and planned to pick up the flowers again.

As soon as he stretched out his hand to cut through the grass, he saw a vine swimming in from outside.

Weimian's face froze, and she subconsciously withdrew her hand.

He saw with his own eyes that the vine was broken in two under the claws of the believer, and the vine in front of him was different from this morning, the stem was obviously thicker and shorter.

The way it swims and circles is very familiar to Wei Mian, including the tail that likes to be raised like a snake, and it leans over to rub the back of Wan Mian's hand.

Weimian shrank back a bit, he leaned against the stone wall and couldn't dodge, the vines expertly wrapped around his wrist.

It didn't die, but came back in another body.

Although Weimian wanted to pick up the lost flowers just now, but seeing the vines returning at this time, I still felt a little timid in my heart.

The mournful screams of the believers seem to be still in my ears. Will it be unhappy one day and kill itself directly...

Weimian sat blankly for a while, then bit the bullet and said, "You...just now, didn't you..."

Hearing his words, Vine moved her body, let go of her sleepless hand at the end, and raised it up to rub against his side face, as if to comfort him.

He thought that Weimian was still afraid of the human being who suddenly broke into the woods and mutated into a believer.

Heiwu never wanted to hide himself in front of Weimian, no matter what form he was in, and he possessed vines only because Weimian liked vines and would take the initiative to get close to them.

Give him whatever he likes.

The same is true for those fish, wild fruits and flowers that are given to Unmian, but Unmian did not accept the fish, so there is no second time.

There was a slight itchiness on his face, Weimian raised his head and couldn't help but hold his breath, feeling tangled and awkward in his heart.

The vines can't speak, and the black mist has made Wanmian guard against in the past, and there are also spiders that I have met several times.All their intentions and motives have to be guessed by Weimian himself, which makes him feel very helpless and at a loss.

And the idea that he once thought that the vines were similar to himself began to crack.

The vines were still rubbing against Weimian's cheeks, the cave was getting hotter and hotter, and Weimian whispered: "I... a little hot, I want to wipe my face."

He didn't dare to let the vines go away, and every time he washed and wiped his face, the vines would come down from him without hindering him.

Sure enough, after he finished saying this, the vine rubbed the corner of his lips reluctantly, let go of him, slipped to the ground, and got out of the hole.

Weimian didn't know where it was going, but when he looked through the grass, the vines had disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little uncomfortable with sweat, so he took out a towel and a tree stump filled with water, and simply wiped it off.

—

In the woods, the spider had just dragged away the believer's body and threw it away, and returned to clean up the surrounding blood.

Sleepless passes this road every day, so it's best not to leave too many bloody traces.

There was also a backpack that fell on the ground. The spider opened it and flipped through it, but was not interested in the contents. When throwing the body, the backpack was still by the lake.

It was very disturbed. When the human entered the woods, it saw it, but it didn't stop it.

Because it was of the same kind as Unmian, not a monster that threatened his life, and the black mist was still beside Unmian.

Who knew that the dull and tired-looking human would suddenly change, and it happened to be bumped into by Weimian.

Blood from the weeds splattered everywhere, soaking a large piece of soil. The spider crumpled the cocoon into a ball and wiped it for a while, but couldn't clean it. Feeling sorry for its own cocoon, it simply dug some soil from the side and covered it directly.

It was working hard to dig the soil, and the black mist descended without warning.

The spider immediately patted off the dirt on its body and came forward to greet it, trying to take out a slate to explain why it didn't stop the human being.

But although the black mist was a little displeased, it didn't mean to blame or punish it.

In the few days when he was away, Weimian was safe and sound under the protection of the spider, and the wild fruit that appeared by the lake that he mentioned in his mouth must have been found by the spider for him.

Based on these two points alone, the spider is doing very well, so there is no need to worry too much.

The spider received the order and affirmation from the black mist, and rubbed its two pairs of soft limbs embarrassedly. It was also very happy to accept the fruit it had picked.

Before the black mist left, the spider opened the zipper on its abdomen to rummage, and handed over a few sheets of paper full of words like last time.

It has specially researched some new things in the past few days, and wants to dedicate it to the black mist.

On the paper, it collected most of the foods that humans like, and tried to make some classifications, such as taste, taste, and so on.

Human beings are very complex and diverse creatures. They usually need more choices, and a single item cannot completely satisfy them.

In other words, Weimian only eats wild fruits every day, which is really wronged him.

The words on the paper were pasted neatly, the mist slid across the paper, the black mist glanced at it briefly, and let the spider do this, and it didn't need to bother to find monsters to replenish his strength in the future.

He is no longer in the state he was in when he just released the suppression, it is much faster to go out hunting by himself.

The spider suddenly felt a heavy responsibility on its shoulders, and carefully put away the paper.

—

Weimian stayed near the cave all afternoon, but the vines did not appear again.

The shock of witnessing everything in the woods slowly eased, Weimian took out the big bag of fruits brought back yesterday, and put it in the sun where the sun was the biggest.

He didn't take a nap in the hammock at noon, and once he relaxed his tension, he started to feel drowsy.

Weimian sat under the shade of the tree, tilted his head against the tree trunk and yawned, closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while.

Probably because he was still thinking about something, he didn't sleep for a long time. When he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw a small figure holding a fruit in the grass where the fruit was drying.

Its dead branch-like body looks very similar to a praying mantis. It is the little monster I saw by the lake last time.

Weimian suddenly woke up, and the little monster not far away was still engrossed in eating, not noticing that Weimian had found him.

This monster was palm-high, with a head only the thickness of a finger. After holding the fruit in its forelegs for a long time, the skin of the fruit finally sunk into a small piece.

Its body is only a little thicker than its head, but its appetite is not small. Weimian just watched it eat up a whole fruit.

The little monster shook its body, tore off a leaf to wipe its face, and turned its head to meet its sleepless eyes.

The air froze for a moment, and Weimian hurriedly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After a while, there was a faint sound in the grass, and he opened his eyes again, and found that the little monster didn't run away like last time, but moved closer to him, tilting its head to look at him.

The sun was gradually setting, and the sun disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the little monsters in the grass stared wide-eyed, and no one moved.

There are countless monsters in the barren area, no matter which one you encounter, you can't underestimate the enemy, but the one in front of you... is not only so small, but also vegetarian, it shouldn't be too lethal, right?

Even though Weimian thought so, he didn't completely let go of his guard. After all, he once thought that the vine was just a weak and strange creature.

After a stalemate for a while, the little monster took another step forward, as if he wanted to continue to approach Wanmian.

At this time, the weeds on the other side moved, and a vine protruded out.

It's the vines that are back.

Of course it discovered the existence of the dead branch worm at the first time, and this monster was still so close to Unmian.

Under the restriction of the body possessed by vines, the coercion of the black mist on other monsters is greatly reduced, but the displeasure and killing intent are still very strong and terrifying.

The dead branch worm screamed immediately, and quickly ran behind Weimian.

Weimian was also startled, and turned around to see the little monster who had been staring at him for a long time and dared not move, now clutching a part of his cuff and trembling.

What it is afraid of is naturally the vines, and this obvious behavior of asking for help makes Weimian subconsciously protect it behind it.

The movements of the vines swimming towards him paused slightly, as if they did not expect this scene to happen.

When the vine hesitated, the dead branch worm quickly took the opportunity to slip away, and it was gone when Wei Mian lowered her head again.

Looking at the slowly swimming vine, he felt inexplicably nervous, and explained: "It's just hungry, and it came here to eat a fruit."

It's just a fruit, and he still has a lot in stock.

The vines approached silently, and Weimian suddenly stood up: "I'm going to collect the fruit."

He hurried to the side of the grass where the wild fruits were drying, picked up the leaves and put the fruits back.

The vine stopped in place, its slightly raised tail followed the direction of the Sleepless figure, as if looking at him.

The black mist is very sensitive, and he has noticed that there is a difference in the mood of the sleepless.

Is it because of the bug just now?The killing intent that had just been suppressed by the black mist rose again, but the dead branch insects had already fled far away.

Weimian immersed himself in picking up the fruits, and soon the vines crawled over, helping to roll up the fruits on the ground and put them on the leaves beside them.

After collecting the fruits together, Weimian said "thank you" weakly, picked them up and stored them in the original place alone.

Wanmian's mood is very complicated, and the vine is still the same as before, and all his behaviors show his favor and kindness to him.

But when I think about it again, it is the black mist that once left a bad impression on me. The combination of this contrast makes Weimian unable to deal with it calmly for a while.

During the 19 years in the base, Weimian was quiet and withdrawn, and hardly communicated with others. Especially after growing black goat horns on the top of his head, he tried his best to reduce his sense of presence in front of others.

Even if the other party is a human being, Wei Mian will be at a loss when encountering such things, let alone a monster who can't speak.

The awkward mood continued into the night, and the vines wrapped around Sleepless's wrist as usual, and slept with him.

In the past, Weimian was very close to vines, and would always raise her hand and put it on the side of her face, but this time she put it down.

The vines were dissatisfied with this, and climbed up to the side of Weimian who was lying on his side again, and rubbed his face with his tail.

Weimian tilted his head slightly, but failed to avoid it completely. His eyes under the brim of his hat carefully looked at the vines: "...sleep?"

He can temporarily forget about the fact that he almost suffocated to death in his dream, or he can't go into the reason, anyway, since he entered this forest, he has never stopped encountering strange things.

The vine turned a deaf ear to it and rubbed against it until the small piece of skin on Weimian's face turned slightly red, then retracted its tail and coiled a few times to calm down.

Weimian breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and tried hard not to think too much, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Then, he dreamed again.

It was no longer the stone cave that gave him a sense of security, but the dim void and the black mist surging around, and Wei Mian suddenly panicked.

He felt someone behind him, and when he turned around, he was hugged tightly, so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Weimian recalled some bad memories almost instantly, trying to break free from the confinement.

But when he looked up, he saw a familiar face.

Weimian stopped struggling and said in a daze, "It's you?"

It was the person who had appeared in his two dreams before, different from the always blurred figure of the black mist, this person had a clear and beautiful face, he had healed his leg injury, and even sent him a flower.

After entering the dreamland, some memories that were forgotten by Wansian slowly emerged, gradually replacing the uneasiness and panic just now.

Seeing that Weimian no longer struggled and resisted, the black mist filled his eyes slightly dissipated.

He was unhappy because he felt the faint rejection from Weimian in the afternoon and before going to bed at night, but he didn't know what went wrong.

Don't like vines yet?He likes that bug today?

Heimian's dark red eyes drooped slightly, looking at Weimian with deep eyes.

Of course Weimian didn't know what he was thinking, she just felt that he seemed a little unhappy.

He raised his hand, wanting to touch Hei Wu's side face, but he retracted halfway.

Weimian looked at him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Heiwu didn't answer, and he grabbed Weimian's retracted hand again, and squeezed his fingertips lightly or heavily in his hand.

Weimian looked at the connected hands of the two, and slowly blushed on her cheeks.

He unconsciously wanted to get closer to the person in front of him, but he hesitated because he had no similar experience. After a while, he raised his head, his expression was a little serious because of nervousness: "Don't be unhappy."

This sentence greatly pleased Hei Wu, he was silent for a moment, pulled Weimian into his arms, gently pinched the back of his neck with his other hand, stroked his fingertips under the collar, and touched a smooth back .

Hei Wu replied: "Okay."

When he spoke, he got very close, and his breath brushed against the earlobe, and it seemed that there was a little soft touch.

Weimian's face turned even redder, he quietly turned his head, looked at the face that was close at hand, and asked the original question again: "Who are you?"

As soon as the words fell, countless billowing black mist suddenly appeared all around, filling all the gaps in Wumian's vision, except for a circle around the two of them that did not approach.

Although Wei Mian in the dream is not awake enough and has already forgotten most of his memories, he still subconsciously does not want to come into contact with this mist. At the same time, in his cognition, the person in front of him is safe and close.

He was a little uneasy, and shrank into the black mist.

These more and more excited, silently boiling mist seemed to be answering his question, and it seemed that he wanted to tear him apart and devour him angrily because he intended to spy on the answer he shouldn't know.

Weimian silently buried her face lower, only revealing a pair of eyes under the brim of the hat, looking around timidly.

The black mist seemed to be soothing, and gently stroked his back with the palm: "You will know."

This dream was very short, and when she had a premonition that the dream was about to end, there was reluctance in Wanmian's eyes.

It was difficult for him to describe his emotions, and he just asked, "Can I see you again tomorrow?"

--sure.

Hei Wu hugged Weimian, wrapping his arms around his slender waist through a large coat, and replied, "Yes."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Sleepless' consciousness began to blur.

Soon, he opened his eyes and saw the familiar stone wall beside him.

Once he woke up, most of the details in the dream were lost again, but this time the face of the person in the dream became clearer.

Not only that, but he still remembered his desire to get close to that person, and the promise to meet again at the end.

Weimian carefully recalled it twice to make sure that he remembered correctly.

In fact, before he fell asleep, he was still a little worried about whether the black mist would enter his dream. Although this did not happen when he was in the cave with the vines, but now that he knew that the vines were the black mist, his heart I can't help but think, but it didn't.

It seems that... it has never appeared.

Weimian turned his head, just in time to see the vine brushing against his face.

He didn't move, but got up when the vines were about to wrap around his wrists, and said, "I got up late today...I'm going to take out the fruits to dry."

The movements of the vines froze, and they stayed quietly in place for a while before slowly following them out.

—

The water I fetched back yesterday was used to wash my body, but it has long been used up, and I still have to go to the lake before I sleep.

Go directly from here, and the shortest road will pass by the place where the believer died. He wanted to avoid it, but he didn't go too far because he was afraid of getting lost in the woods and wasting time.

When approaching that side, Weimian couldn't help but take a look from a distance, only to find that the believer's body seemed to be gone.

He looked down at the immobile vines wrapped around his wrists, and remembered seeing the spider dragging the corpse out of the woods.

Weimian hesitated for a moment, put away his curiosity and continued to move forward, came to the lake and saw the backpack that was randomly thrown in the grass.

At first, he thought that another human had entered the woods, but when he entered, he found a lot of blood on the backpack, and there was no one around.

Weimian recalled carefully, remembering that the person who mutated into a believer yesterday had something on his back, and what happened later happened so fast that he had no time to think about other things.

Now that person is dead, if there is something useful in the backpack, he can put it away.

Weimian silently said thank you in her heart, squatted down and opened the backpack.

Seeing this, the vine let go of his wrist and dropped to the ground, waiting aside.

There are not many things in the backpack, there is a set of dark clean clothes that look quite new, and there are two small jars filled with slowly dried meat, Wei Mian opened it and smelled it, and ate the smallest piece.

The jerky was very hard and the taste was not very good, but it was the only meat that Wei Mian had tasted during this time.

He really wanted to eat another piece, but he was reluctant, so he recapped the jar and put it in his pocket like a treasure.

What remains is a metal plate with engraved writing and a map.

A name is engraved on the metal plate, and there are two lines below it, which are "Ability: Fire Element" and "Base: Changchuan".

This kind of metal plate, I have seen similar ones in Xicheng, and it is something unique to new humans.

If they encountered danger when they went out and did not come back, the sign was found by others to confirm their identity, and second, if they were not found, the sign would be regarded as a simple tombstone and buried somewhere with the bones.

Weimian looked at the sign in his hand, feeling puzzled.

It's normal for new humans in other bases to have this kind of identity card, but this card belongs to that person yesterday?

If he was a new human, how could he mutate into a believer?

Unable to figure it out, Weimian temporarily put away the sign.

The last is the map, the blueprint is a kind of cloth, it is full of drawings, mixed with a lot of place names, and there is a single enlarged icon in the center, with the words "Eden" written on it.

Weimian looked at the icon, and was taken aback again.

He frowned for a long time, then suddenly unbuttoned a few buttons of his coat, and pulled up the inner clothes a little, revealing a birthmark above his navel.

The birthmark looks like a bird swooping down with a round object in its mouth.

And this birthmark is almost exactly the same as the icon on the map.

Weimian is puzzled and confused, is this a coincidence?

The edges of the pattern on the skin are very clear and smooth, in fact, it doesn't look like a birthmark at all, but it looks like it was imprinted later, but this imprint has existed since Wanmian can remember, and he has never heard his mother mention it, so he doesn't care much about it.

The vines swam over, rubbing the exposed skin on Weimian's waist, absent-mindedly, Weimian pushed it away and pulled off his clothes.

Weimian also put away this map alone. The only remaining empty backpack Weimian was reluctant to throw away, so he put it in the lake and tied it with aquatic plants to soak in the blood stains and bloody smell on it.

Weimian held up the suit for a look, it was a little too big for him, but it was still wearable.

He wanted to change the clothes on his body, and now that the sun was shining, the changed clothes could be washed and dried immediately.

It's just that with vines around, Weimian feels a little uncomfortable.

He hugged the clothes and said to the vines: "You wait for me here, I will be back in a while."

The vines lay quietly in the grass on the bank without any sign, and Weimian walked under the tree alone, but saw that it didn't follow.

He hung the clothes in his hands on the branches first, and began to unbutton his coat.

At this time, a slight sound came from above.

Weimian raised his head and saw a small animal with a tail behind him, squatting on a branch and looking at him.

Weimian opened his eyes wide, and stopped the movement of his hands.

This is a gray squirrel. Weimian had seen this kind of animal in the base. Sometimes they would sneak in to steal food and run away when they saw people.

And the one in front of him not only didn't run away, but also probed his head, twitching the tip of his nose to sniff the air, and a pair of small paws trying to grab the sleepless hat.

The brim of the hat is soft, and Weimian was afraid that it might fall off if he couldn't grasp it, so he tried to reach out to it.

The little squirrel was not afraid of Wanmian at all, and jumped from the branch to Wanmian's open palm.

It lowered its head and gnawed at Sleepless's cuff, and found that it couldn't eat, so it returned to the tree again, and ran away quickly through the forest.

Weimian stared at the direction the squirrel was leaving for a long time before continuing to take off his coat.

And this scene was noticed by the vines on the shore.