forced to be pampered by monsters

The bushes are some distance away from the lake, how did these two fish get here.

Weimian slowly got up and stood up straight, the dead fish was only half a step away from him, yesterday he was trying his best to catch something that he couldn't catch, but now he is like a scourge.

He sidestepped and took a few steps back.

Weimian's mind was a little confused, he took a few deep breaths, and a guess slowly floated up in his mind.

Surely the fish couldn't have come from the lake by itself, that was what brought the fish to him.

Did he do it because he couldn't catch any fish yesterday?

Under the brim of the hat, Weimian frowned delicately, unwilling to choose to believe this guess.

Maybe... maybe some nocturnal animal caught fish and planned to take it back, but accidentally passed by halfway...

The more Weimian thought about it, the more outrageous it became, so she had to give up this idea again.

He didn't have a dream last night, probably he didn't. Apart from going to the lake during the day, he couldn't find anything related to fish.

If he caught these two fish with his own hands, he must be very happy now and thinking about how to eat them.

Weimian turned her head away, no longer looking at the dead fish on the ground.

He subconsciously walked towards the lake, stopped and turned back after a few steps, picked up a few leaves and returned to the bushes, carefully pinching the dead fish.

The two small fish were about the size of palms, with a little waterweed on the surface of their dried scales, and they smelled weird.

Do all fish taste like this?However, fish meat is very popular in the base, and it is exclusive to new humans. It may smell better after it is cooked.

Weimian wandered away briefly for a while, pinching the stiff tail fin of the dead fish through the leaves all the way to the lake, and put the fish on a big rock on the shore.

No matter what brought the two fish to the bush, Weimian took it as an act of kindness for the time being.

But it was too weird to wake up and find dead fish around me. Coupled with the frequent occurrence of strange things in recent days, Weimian always felt a little scared and uneasy.

There is also the last reason that makes Weimian feel tangled, that is, the fishy smell from the dead fish is too strong, which is different from what he imagined.

This smell can remind people of many bad things, and it has nothing to do with food at all, and even the yearning for fish in Sleepless memory has faded a lot.

It didn't seem good to just throw it away, so Wei Mian brought the fish back here.

He put down the fish, took a step back and looked around, facing the quiet lake water and the empty shore, he said timidly: "...Thank you."

Weimian's voice was very low, her hands were hanging down tightly clutching the fabric of the cuffs, unconsciously holding her breath.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind brushed against his face, as if responding to him.

However, there was no ripple on the surface of the lake not far away, and the wind just now seemed to be just his illusion.

Weimian couldn't help but took another step back, then turned and left quickly.

The two dead fish were still lying on the stone. He expressed his thanks, but he was unwilling to accept it.

The air on the shore is twisted and torn, and the cracks that appeared out of thin air are looming.

The fish creaked, and every fish scale was squeezed out of shape, and it couldn't bear to slide into the water after a while.

The leaves that Weimian touched were spared, this was something that accidentally caught his breath, and it was different from the fish that he rejected.

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Weimian went back to the bushes and regretted it as soon as he sat down against the tree.

It was just a gust of wind, he was probably scaring himself, he left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to drink his saliva, now the tense nerves eased a bit, and the dryness in his throat became more and more intense.

He looked in the direction of the lake, but in the end he couldn't muster up the courage, so he had to dig out the stored wild fruits and eat a few.

At noon when the sun was the strongest, Wei Mian walked slowly towards the lake.

As he approached the destination, he saw from afar the stone on which the fish was placed in the morning. When he got closer, he saw that the fish had disappeared, and one of the two leaves on which the fish was placed had fallen to the ground.

Weimian struggled to look away, thinking to himself that it must have been blown by the wind, or a passing animal picked it up.

In fact, Weimian only saw a few birds that occasionally flew by in the woods. Other than that, not to mention animals, insects in the grass rarely appeared.

And since I have never slept in this forest, I have never encountered bad weather again, and the wind is always mild no matter when it blows.

He bypassed the stone, went to a place farther away, squatted down and took out the small cloth bag, took out the towel and dipped it in the clear water.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was night, and the sun's cover was lost, and the damp and cold air permeated from the ground upwards.

Weimian huddled in the bushes, pinching a leaf in his hand, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

The bushes and branches around him were too crowded, he really wanted to move and change his posture, but he was afraid of making too much noise at night.

Probably because I usually fall asleep quickly, and when I wake up until dawn, even if the joints that have been fixed all night feel sore, just rub it.

But now he can't sleep all the time, and he always feels uncomfortable everywhere.

He quietly stretched out his hand, touched a leaf above his head in the dark, pulled it off and continued to hold it in his hand.

After an unknown amount of time, Weimian yawned and finally felt sleepy.

He was about to close his eyes when he heard some small noises from outside the bushes.

The drowsiness dissipated immediately, Wei Mian opened her eyes wide, and her heartbeat began to speed up nervously.

Is it the same thing that put the fish out last night, and it's back?

At this moment, Weimian was not as scared as he was during the day. His curiosity overcame his reason, and he slowly stretched out his hand to push aside the branches blocking his view, revealing a gap where he could see the outside.

The dappled moonlight shines through the shade of the trees, and a small black shadow moves among the grass, with a fluffy tail trailing behind it.

It raised its head vigilantly, as if it had noticed Wei Mian, turned around, jumped up a tree and ran away quickly, then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The surroundings returned to calm, and Weimian looked around carefully, but found nothing unusual.

It should be just a small animal that happened to pass by, and happened to be bumped into by him.

Weimian closes the branches again, puts on her hat and closes her eyes to sleep.

However, early the next morning, Weimian, who got out of the bushes, saw clearly what was in front of him, and his heart sank slowly.

In the grass, in the same position as yesterday, seven or eight bright red fruits were placed, and large leaves were carefully placed underneath.

Weimian remembers clearly, he took a look after the little animal left last night, there was nothing there.

During the period from when he fell into a deep sleep to when he woke up, there were more fruits.

Like fish, fruit should also be food.

But he still has his own food reserves, and there is no shortage of food, unlike the fish that day that he could not catch all the time.

Could it be that there is really a mysterious creature hiding in the dark, watching him silently and bringing him fish and fruits.

Why does it do this, and why doesn't it show up?

Weimian thought of the strange black shadow he saw by the lake a few days ago, but the black shadow flashed by and never appeared again, and that kind of fog-like thing, can it go into the water to catch fish?

The wild fruits placed on the leaves are brightly colored, and they are a species that Weimian has never seen before, and they are also larger.

He squatted down and picked one up. The skin was smooth and delicate, and it was soft when pinched. It looked quite appetizing.

But there are also books that say that the brighter the color, the more likely it is poisonous.

Weimian struggled back and forth in his heart, but he still put down the fruit and moved it together with the leaves behind a tree not far away.

As long as there is no shortage of food, he doesn't want to eat this pile of red fruits of unknown origin for the time being, but he is also unwilling to throw them away.

He thought to himself, if similar things happen again, can he be sure that the other party wants to show kindness.

Weimian has a very strange and subtle feeling, because since he was a child, no one has been close to him, let alone send him things.

When he became an adult, black horns suddenly began to grow on his head, which made Weimian terrified. He didn't dare to tell others, for fear that they would treat him as a monster.

He became more withdrawn, walked alone, and became less and less present in the base until he was expelled.

Weimian walked around to the other side of the bush, took out the green berries he had stored and ate a few, then got up and went to the lake.

When the sun was about to set, he turned back and put the fruit under the tree to lie quietly on the spot, untouched at all.

If the fruit is still there when he gets up early tomorrow morning...then he will eat one.

Weimian made a decision and went into the bushes.

However, that night, Wemian encountered a strange dream again.

There was chaos in front of his eyes, and countless billowing black mist surrounded him.

The mist clings to the skin, like a cold wind blowing, and like a soft animal tongue coating with tiny barbs, leaving a large red mark on the rubbed skin immediately.

"do not like……"

It was still whispering in the ear, the tone and enunciation were vague, suppressing the anxiety and gloom, wanting to get a sleepless response.

"Why... don't you like it?"

Weimian felt as if there was a person standing behind him, his tall body completely enveloped him, and the mist spreading everywhere condensed into his limbs, as if several arms were tightly wrapped around him, and the palms rubbed his bare neck vigorously.

This made Weimian very uncomfortable, and he couldn't break free, so he tried to look up to see what was behind him, but his already blurred vision suddenly became completely black.

The strength of the confinement on the body intensified, and Weishui soon became short of breath, and the suffocation made him suddenly wake up from the dream.

The moment he opened his eyes, Weimian immediately got out of the bushes, sat on the ground with his hands propped up, and took a deep breath.

It was almost dawn at this time, and a hazy light rose from the forest.

Weimian lowered her head and saw the red mark on her wrist again.

He was awakened, and everything in the dream just now was still fresh in his memory, especially the incomparably real suffocation, as if someone had strangled his neck tightly.

Weimian raised her hand and touched the side of her neck with her fingertips, her skin felt a little tingling.

He leaned on the tree beside him and got up and headed towards the lake, and squatted down on the shore.

In the reflection of the water surface, Weimian saw that there were obvious red marks on her neck, and the slightly deepened areas on both sides looked like fingerprints, which were shocking on her fair skin.

Weimian's complexion is very bad, half of it is the exhaustion from being awakened, and the other half is the uneasiness about the situation in front of him.

He felt that the thing was trying to kill him.

Weimian recalled the description of a monster I saw in a book before. Its body was weak and non-lethal, and it hid in dark corners during the day and rarely appeared. The unique power killed it from the dream.

Weimian couldn't remember the name and appearance of the monster, but this description of the monster fit the black shadow he had seen by the lake.

No wonder he had strange dreams, the dreams were full of fog like black shadows, and marks would appear on his body after waking up.

The dark shadow appeared in the daytime that day, maybe it was deliberately trying to scare him, so that he would fall into panic and anxiety, so that he could take the opportunity to fall asleep.

If he hadn't been awakened this time, he might have suffocated to death in his dream.

The more Weimian thought about it, the more frightened she became, so she quickly moved to a wider place, away from the shadows covered by the woods behind.

However, in this way, the worries and fears he had about the black shadow due to the unknown disappeared for a long time.

Monsters that can only rely on dreams to kill people cannot cause harm when they are awake.

But when he was sleeping...

Weimian couldn't think of a solution for the time being, so he had to wait to see the situation at night.

He sat by the lake until the sun went down, found some edible plant leaves nearby, and finally walked back slowly.

When he arrived near the bushes, Weimian caught a glimpse of the fruit he put under the tree yesterday, and immediately noticed something strange.

He walked in and saw that there were only seven or eight red fruits around, and there were more orange-yellow fruits, which were even smaller in size.

Weimian was stunned, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

The shadow was the monster that stalked his dreams, so what brought him fish and wild fruit?

Weimian doesn't think that something that wants to kill him will send him food.

He knelt down and picked up a red fruit, looked at it for a moment, and carefully bit it open to taste a bit.

In the next second, Sleepless eyes flooded.

So sweet!

He endured and did not continue to eat, until he waited enough time to confirm that the fruit was non-toxic, and then put it directly into his mouth.

The fruits I found before Sleepless were sour and astringent, and they could barely fill my stomach, and they were completely incomparable with the ones in front of me.

He ate several in a row, and tasted an orange one, which was also very sweet.

There are not many fruits, and I don't know if there is a chance to send them again. The rest of Weimian is reluctant to eat, so I put them in clean leaves and put them away again.

Next, he had to tackle the night's problems.

He needs sleep, and shadows may enter his dreams at any time.

Weimian found a thin vine nearby and burrowed into the bushes.

He wrapped the vine tightly around his wrist and tied the other end to a branch of the bush.

That way, he didn't feel right in the dream, and the vines tightened as he struggled, and the pain would help him wake up.

After doing all this well, Weimian slowly fell asleep in sleepiness.

Sure enough, he was dreaming again.

There was another black mist surrounding him, but this time the black mist was much calmer.

The mist surrounded Wanmian, brushed over his smooth black hair, and gently touched the pair of small black horns on top of his head.

Weimian flinched dully, raised her head to find a hat, and had already forgotten what she wanted to do before going to sleep.

Unable to find the hat, Weimian seemed to lose her sense of security, her eyes gradually flustered.

Black Mist felt his uneasiness, and while stroking his back to comfort him, the whisper echoing in his ears returned to the content of the first night.

"I like... like you..."

Wisps of mist wrapped around the top of the horn, sticking to it with a slightly moist touch, like a gentle and patient kiss.

The side of Weimian's white face slowly turned red, he had never shown his horns in front of others, even in his dreams, he still felt a little ashamed.

He didn't struggle or resist, and finally accepted the food today.

At this moment, Wei Mian made Hei Wu very satisfied, full of love, so full that it was about to overflow, the mist let go of the horns and moved down, rubbing against Wei Mian's cheeks and lips, yearning for every inch of his breath.

Weimian turned his head to avoid it, and suddenly a slight strange feeling came from his wrist, which restored a little clarity to his drowsy brain.

What is he doing... The black mist was in his dream, entrenched around him, and he seemed to be bewitched.

Weimian desperately tried to calm herself down, and suddenly raised her wrist.

The suddenly tightened vines grabbed the flesh, and Wei Mian managed to wake herself up.

When he opened his eyes to see the scene in front of him clearly, his pupils shrank slightly.

This bush has been sleeping for two days, and the branches have begun to become limp, and because of the excessive movement of raising the hand just now, a big hole was pulled at the top.

The moonlight poured in from above, and thick black mist floated in the narrow area beside him, so crowded that it almost made Weimian think that he was still in a dream.

The reaction of the body was faster than that of the brain, and Weimian tore off the vines that bound his hands, got out of the bushes, and fled to the distance without looking back.

Vision is dim at night, and Weimian struggles to identify the road ahead, holding on to the tree trunk to catch his breath when he stops.

The black mist did not keep up, and Weisian wasn't very afraid of it when he was awake, but when he thought of the mist that crowded around him just now, he still felt a little scared.

Leaning against the tree to rest for a while, looking around without sleeping, I don't know where I am now.

It should be dawn soon, and he didn't look for a place to sleep anymore, sitting on the thick blades of grass and hugging his knees.

While sleeping and waiting for the dawn, in an empty corner high up, the air was shaking slightly.

The spider cut a small hole in the cocoon, and saw Wei Mian outside.

It immediately turned its head, weaved a new cocoon and climbed in, and slipped far away through the space shift in the cocoon, for fear of encountering the black mist one step later.

After resettling himself, the spider tossed and turned, looking up at the sleepless direction from time to time.It tangled and hesitated, and the two pairs of soft limbs almost twisted into a twist, and finally turned back quietly.

Weimian remained where he was, with his arms wrapped around his legs, and he lowered his head and buried his face in his knees.

He was curled up motionless and appeared to be asleep.

Taking advantage of the temporary safety of the surroundings, the spider took a sneak peek and retracted its head, and couldn't help but take another look.

Its eyes are full of puzzlement, and there is also a little bit of entanglement and distress.

The sky gradually brightened, and the spider didn't dare to stay any longer, and left quickly.

Back to the other side of the cocoon, it opened the zipper and rummaged through its stomach for a long time before finding a piece of paper.

There is a picture printed on the paper, with a few words below it.

- Woven hammocks.

The spider tidied up the scattered papers, folded the one with the picture printed on it, clamped it with the soft limbs of its chest, opened the cocoon and crawled out.

It left the woods and came to the nearest ruins, where there was a big deep pit, and there were bursts of monster cries from inside.

Here is a trap specially arranged by spiders to catch passing monsters by chance.

The inside and outside of the deep pit are covered with a layer of cocoons, and the monster cannot get out. The spider skillfully wraps the cocoon around the monster and prepares to take it back.

It was a tree species that fell into the trap. Its thick skin was wrinkled and piled up like bark, with a pair of sharp horns and four short legs supporting its round body.

This kind of monster specializes in sucking the root system of healthy trees, and after the tree is completely dead, it looks for a new target. Although it looks very ugly, it doesn't have the stench like other monsters.

"Hiss..."

The tree species struggled frantically in the cocoon, and the spider raised its leg and kicked it violently a few times before it cowered and calmed down, and was carried back to the woods by the spider.

Putting down the cocoon, the spider waited quietly.

During this interval, it took out the paper caught in its soft limbs, opened it and carefully observed the picture on it.

It just so happened that there were some vines hanging from the trees nearby. The spider tore off a few and compared them with the ones on the picture, they looked very similar.

But how do these vines look like the picture?

The spider's eyes became more and more dignified and serious. At this time, the tree species wrapped in the cocoon began to be restless again. The hissing sound made the spider have a headache, and it kicked a few more times.

It didn't use a sharp blade, and the tree seed had rough bark and thick flesh, but it was very pain-resistant, and the scream when it was wounded and bleeding could penetrate half of the forest.

The spider was angry, and the black mist appeared at this moment.

It took a few steps back and lowered its head. The tree seed in the cocoon was wrapped in mist, and before it could make a sound, its vitality was completely swallowed up.

According to Hei Mist's usual habit, he would leave directly after doing all this. The spider was about to take out a new cocoon to dispose of the corpse, but found that Hei Mist was still there.

The mist slowly drifted away and stayed not far away.

There are a few vines piled up there, and there are drawings that the spider didn't have time to put away.

Seeing that it was discovered by the black mist, the spider didn't dare to hide anything, including its intentions.

It made two "woo-woo" sounds, opened the zipper on its belly and took out the slate, and after a while, spelled out a sentence on it with a piece of paper.

——"Humanity" "Need" "Sleep" "Bed"

--"More comfortable"

After the black mist looked at the slate, the spider ate the paper on it and continued to search in the paper.

It just tore off the word "difficult", and the black mist moved.

The mist gradually disappeared, seeping into the vines on the ground.

After this period of replenishment, the power of the black mist has recovered, and it can possess dead objects and drive their limbs.

The vines that were torn off were also dead objects, and they were twisting and weaving like snakes, constantly intertwining each other.

The spider stared dumbfounded, and realized belatedly that Black Mist was weaving the hammock himself.

personally!

Woven Hammock!

Seeing Heiwu condescend to do such a thing, the spider almost fell to the ground and fainted, and the slate held by its soft limbs fell to the ground with a "slap".

It anxiously stepped forward, trying to replace the black mist, but was swung away.

In desperation, the spider had no choice but to pull more vines for the black mist, and just watched from the sidelines.

The weaving hammock printed on the paper is only a simple picture, with no production method and no more details. As the hammock woven from vines gradually takes shape, the eyes of the spider turn to look up and worship.

It didn't take long for the mist to withdraw from the vines, leaving the hammock on the ground for the spiders.

It was allowed to be near Sleepless and was responsible for setting up the hammock.

The spider happily took up the task and wrapped the hammock in the softest cocoon.

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On the other side of the forest, Sleepless was wandering aimlessly in the forest.

He lost his way, he could not find the original bushes, and he could not find the direction of the lake.

Weimian not only regrets not knowing the way carefully, but also regrets those sweet fruits that he didn't take away.

Until noon, he finally found a dwarf tree full of green fruits.

The fruit was as big as half of Weimian's fist, he took one off and tried to take a bite, almost crying out of acid.

However, at this time, he didn't care so much, and he managed to eat it no matter how sour he was, and barely quenched his thirst and resisted his hunger with fruits.

After eating the green fruit, Weimian took a sniff and continued walking.

After passing through several low bushes, Weimian stared.

He stopped, his expression gradually becoming puzzled and shocked.

In the middle of the two trees in front, there is actually a hammock woven with vines.

Weimian rubbed his eyes, and when he looked over again, the hammock was still there.

He approached in disbelief, reached out and touched it.

The hammock is fixed in the sunniest position, and the prickly surface of the vines has been carefully polished, and it is covered with dry and soft grass blades, which have been very warmed by the sun.

Weimian stood still, and suddenly raised her hand to pinch her own face.

It hurts, he's not dreaming.

But this scene is just like in a dream, how could there be such a bed in this kind of place.

Wanmian looked around, but couldn't see half a person.

Maybe it was left by someone before?If it hadn't rained, it would indeed have been possible to survive until now.

After walking for a whole morning, Weimian was already exhausted, and was very moved by the hammock in front of him.

He touched the leaves on it, and couldn't help but lie down on it.

It was very comfortable and warm here, and he no longer had to hug his legs and squeeze into the bushes, making it difficult to turn over.

The body and mind were double relaxed, and the sleepless pillow quickly fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, there was a rustling sound nearby.

A finger-thick vine climbed onto the hammock along the tree trunk, quietly entangled Weimian's hand, and then used the softest end to rub the red mark that Weimian had pinched on his face just now.