forced to be pampered by monsters

Because it is already a dead thing, the leaves at the end of the vine are wilting, and the soft and wilting buds rub against the end of the sleepless eyes, sliding over the thick feathery eyelashes.

Weimian, who was in deep sleep, seemed to feel something, and moved slightly.

The vine immediately stopped moving and froze in mid-air.

Weimian didn't wake up, he didn't sleep well in the past two days, he walked so far in the morning, and now he just turned over in his sleep.

The vines slid down slowly and lay beside his ear, catching a strand of hair, and also fell silent.

After a long time, the black mist attached to the vines withdrew, and immediately lost support and slid down from the hammock.

Wei Mian fell asleep until the afternoon, and when he woke up, he was still a little dazed looking at the unfamiliar environment in front of him.

He sat up and rubbed his face, and gradually regained consciousness.

He escaped the bushes to get here last night and slept in a hammock.

Although he was still worried about the dark shadow in his dream yesterday, this was the most peaceful and comfortable sleep he had ever slept since he left the base.

With this hammock, Weimian doesn't want to go elsewhere to find a place to rest.

However, the hammock is placed in a very empty place, and it would be unsafe to continue sleeping here at night.

And when the sun goes down, it must be cold with nothing around you to cover it.

Weimian was entangled and reluctant, and finally decided to leave first, at least find a suitable place to rest tonight.

He got out of the hammock, brushed the blades of grass off his body, and looked down just in time to see something on the ground.

A few bright red wild fruits, with two leaves under them, lay in the grass in front of the hammock.

This familiar picture brightened Weimian's eyes, he stepped forward to pick up the fruit, and turned his head to look around.

This is already the third time, and it was secretly placed next to him when he was sleeping.

Moreover, he is no longer in the original place, and the fruit can still appear in the first time.

Weimian was very curious about the mysterious creature behind all this. He searched around, but found nothing.

Feeling a little lost, he stared blankly holding the fruit for a while.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Wei Mian had to find a place to rest as soon as possible.

He turned and left, put the fruit in his coat pocket, and took one out to eat from time to time.

Weimian was lucky. Not far from the hammock, a broken rock wall was deeply embedded in the soil, revealing a tent-like rock cave, with weeds up to the calf blocking most of the cave entrance.

There should have been cities and buildings here a long time ago, but it has been too long, everything has been covered by mud and woods, leaving only a few traces.

Weimian brushed aside the weeds, and there was just room for one person in the cave.

He went nearby to collect a lot of soft grass blades and spread them in the hole, and got in before it was completely dark.

The entrance of the cave is covered by weeds, so the wind cannot come in, and it is not easy to be found.

Weimian ate the last fruit, bent his legs and lay down on the thick grass leaves to sleep.

At night, a vine pierced through the gaps in the weeds and entered the cave, quietly approaching Wanmian.

In the possessed state, it is impossible to enter the sleepless dream. The black mist manipulates the vines, wraps around the sleepless ankle bit by bit, and rubs the smooth calf with the leaves.

The vines moved slowly, without disturbing the slightest sleepiness, until they squeezed into the deeper and thicker clothes before stopping.

Different from before, the state of being possessed by vines at this moment can make more direct contact with Sleepless.

Whether it is the slightly rough epidermis of the plant or the leaves growing everywhere, you can feel the most realistic touch when sliding across the skin, and a little carelessness will leave a light red mark.

The vines were excited and trembling, but they were reluctant to use too much force and did not want to disturb Wei Mian.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the vines slowly retreated.

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The next day, Weimian pushed aside the weeds blocking the entrance of the cave and looked around, with anticipation in his eyes.

Seeing a pile of familiar fruits not far away, Weimian rolled her eyes and ran out of the cave.

This time the wild fruit is also red, with a little morning dew, besides, there is a small pale yellow flower beside it.

Weimian picked up the flower and held it in his hand, he didn't know the name of the flower, maybe he accidentally took it with him while picking the fruit.

Reluctant to throw it away, he carefully put the flower into his pocket, and the little buds just got stuck outside.

After eating the fruit, Weimian planned to find out where the previous lake was.

There is basically no need to worry about food. Even if there is no mysterious creature secretly giving him fruit, Wei Mian can find food by himself, but without a water source, the body may not be able to last for too long.

The area of ​​the lake is not small, surrounded by woods, as long as the direction is correct, you should be able to find it.

In order to prevent getting lost, he carved marks on the tree with stones and walked forward by feeling.

Passing by the place where he came yesterday, Wei Mian saw the hammock again.

He couldn't help staying for a while longer, sat up and shook his legs.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the position of the hammock seemed to have been slightly adjusted.

The hammock is fixed on the branches on both sides. When I lay on it yesterday, the middle sank deeply, and it was easy to fall backwards when I sat on the edge.

Now, the hammock seems to be flatter and stronger, and less prone to rocking.

Weimian's eyes gradually became puzzled and dazed, did he remember wrongly?

He didn't delve into it, and left after carving a mark on the tree.

Until the afternoon, Weimian stopped and walked all the way, and when his throat was about to smoke, he finally saw the familiar lake.

Weimian immediately stepped forward, filled the lake with the leaves he picked, and stopped suddenly when he was about to drink.

He smelled a faint stench, like coagulated blood mixed with something rotten, and he sniffed the water in the leaves, and the smell disappeared again.

The lake looks so clean, and there are aquatic plants and fishes, so there should be no problem... Weimian was really thirsty, so she closed her eyes and drank the water.

As before, there was no strange smell, Weimian breathed a sigh of relief, and took out the cloth bag and towel that he carried with him.

After a simple wash, Weimian picked up a tree stump nearby that was thicker than a calf, and a large piece in the middle was hollowed out, just enough to hold water and bring it back to the stone cave where he slept.

He squatted on the bank to wash the stumps, and a gust of wind blew nearby, and he smelled the rotten smell just now again.

After filling the water, Weimian stood up, the tip of his nose twitched slightly, and caught the source of the smell in the air, it seemed that it was not far from the lake.

Reason tells Weimian that he should leave immediately, the smell is most likely to be a monster, but he is very entangled, in case there is a rotting animal corpse falling into the water...

Weimian looked down at the tree stump full of water in his hand, wrinkled his expression, and decided to take a look.

If there's nothing in the lake, he doesn't care.

He held the tree stump and walked along the bank, making sure that there was nothing in the water, and was about to leave when he settled down, but his expression changed slightly when he raised his head.

It turns out that the lake is on the edge of the forest. From the position where Never Sleepy stood, he could see the pile of ruins connected to the forest.

A large lump of blood and flesh was lying quietly beside the sparse trees at the edge of the forest, and it was from there that the stench came from.

Weimian froze and didn't move, he recognized some bluish-white scales and twisted limbs from the mass.

The bluish-white scales are the characteristics of believers. It is motionless, covered with stains and blood, and should have been dead for a long time.

And Weimian found that the mass seemed to be more than one believer, but the corpses of several believers squeezed together, possibly mixed with other monsters.

He didn't take this road to the lake before, and he never came here. These corpses have been placed for an unknown how long.

At this moment, a strange sound came from the woods in the distance, as if something heavy was being dragged across the grass.

Weimian immediately hid behind a tree, he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of making a bigger noise in the forest and attracting nearby things.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and after a while, he saw a black monster slowly approaching the corpse pile by the forest.

The monster had eight thin legs, like a giant spider, dragging a bag behind it, which was half the size of its body, covered with blood and mud.

It threw the bag into the pile of corpses, and the bag snapped open a crack, and two monster corpses squeezed out of it.

The monster's death was very similar to the one in the corpse pile. The abnormally curved limbs were limply squeezed together, and the bones all over the body seemed to be pulled out or crushed directly.

The spider didn't notice Weishui, turned back the same way after throwing away the body, and quickly disappeared.

Wanmian, who was hiding behind the tree, turned pale and clenched the stump in his hand.

He recognized the monster just now, the one that had cut his hand the first night he entered the woods.

About the same size, with legs like thin tubes, you shouldn't go wrong.

Weimian bowed her head and opened the palm of her left hand, there was a shallow scar on it.

If he hadn't escaped smoothly then, he would probably be one of the corpses now...

The new humans in the base said that most of the monsters attacked each other because they wanted to eat each other, but there were no signs of being bitten on the believers and monsters.

They died miserably, as if they had been brutally slaughtered and then discarded at will.

The more Weimian thought about it, the more frightened she became, she didn't dare to stay any longer, and hurried back with the tree stump in her arms.

With traces carved along the road, Weimian returned to the cave as quickly as possible, and saw wild fruits piled up outside the entrance of the cave.

His heart warmed up, and his worries and fears along the way finally eased.

There is another flower next to the fruit, this time it is pink, and it smells a faint fragrance.

Sleepless accepted the fruits and flowers, and took the water-filled tree stump into the rock cave.

Before going to sleep, he put the flowers beside him, smelled the fragrance of flowers and closed his eyes.

At night, half dreaming and half awake, Wei Mian felt something touching her.

The cold touch extended to the arm, wrapping around like a snake's tail.

It doesn't hurt, but it's weird.

Wei Mian encountered monsters and corpses by the lake during the day, her nerves were a little tense, and she did not sleep peacefully.

He frowned slightly, subconsciously wanting to break free from the restraints on his hands, but the cave was too narrow, and when he turned over, he slammed one hand firmly on the stone wall.

Weimian suddenly woke up, he groped to sit up, holding his hurt hand in daze.

He vaguely remembered why he had to turn over, but the surroundings were quiet, apart from him in the cave, there was only a tree stump filled with water and half of the fruit left, and there was no second living creature.

Weimian had no choice but to pretend that he had a dream. Although the dream was strange, there was no black mist, so he didn't particularly care or worry about it.

He rubbed his hands and lay down again, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

I don't know how long it took, through the gaps in the weeds, the sky outside has gradually brightened.

The water stored in the tree stump was enough for sleepless nights. He didn't want to go to the lake today, for fear of meeting that spider again.

If it finds out, Weimian doesn't have the confidence to use his abilities to repel it again.

When the sun comes out, he can go to the hammock and have a look.

Thinking of this, Weimian yawned silently, and began to miss the feeling of lying in the hammock.

"Snapped--"

There was a soft noise from the grass outside, and Weimian sharply raised her eyes.

The voice was so soft that Weimian wondered if he had heard it wrong.

He held his breath and listened carefully, and there were a few more "clicks", and something kept falling into the grass.

Weimian had a faint guess in her heart, she quietly stretched out her hand to push away the weeds blocking her sight, her heart began to beat faster.

A pile of fresh wild fruits is placed outside the cave, and a small pink flower lies quietly beside it.

Other than that, Weimian didn't see anything else appearing.

He was puzzled, and suddenly saw a finger-thin vine moving in his line of sight.

The vine seems to have life, arching a fruit on the edge of the leaf with its curved stem, pushing it in to prevent it from rolling down.

Weimian opened her eyes wide in disbelief, this... this is alive!

Could it be that the mysterious creature that gave him fruits and flowers every day was this vine?

At this moment, the vine seemed to know that Weimian had found it, and it circled like a snake and raised its tail.

It has no eyes, but Weisian feels that it is looking at itself.

A moving vine... Although this scene is weird and unimaginable, any strange-looking creature may appear in the barren area.

Weimian remembered a book that he had read, in which there was a monster that was transformed from a plant that had survived for a long time, and it was called "becoming essence" in the book.

Moreover, compared with those ferocious and bloodthirsty behemoths outside, the vines in front of them looked very gentle and harmless.

The vines were still in place, and there was a rustling sound when the body rubbed against the blades of grass, Wei Mian mustered up her courage and came out of the cave.

His movements were light and slow, probably because the mysterious creature that brought him fruit never appeared, and Weimian subconsciously thought it was shy and timid, for fear that he would scare the other party away by making too much noise.

Weimian knelt down among the grass, curled up his lips to show a friendly smile, and tried to say hello to the vines: "...how are you?"