The hazy fog shadows faded away with the moonlight, and only the loneliness behind the dust drifted in this sky like a wandering soul.

The magical light of the moon poured down on the wasteland, and the soulless and Guan Guang in the cave were still surrounded by the fire to recuperate.

Still, Wuhun opened his eyes that had not moved for a long time, and his lazy eyes swept across the cave wall. The scenes inside the cave were all in sight. The cave was ordinary and nothing strange, but the sound of someone's sleeping sound and the sound of licking his mouth from time to time added a bit of weirdness to the quiet night.

Wuhun stood up quietly, looked at a corner deep in the darkness, and walked out of the cave with a sigh.

"Oh, someone is really, he is so heartless that he is so scared that he curled up like a rabbit. How could he be afraid? In the blink of an eye, things turned into a bold and sleepy bear, lying there as if nothing was going on.

"Oh, actually, like her, she is innocent and romantic, and doesn't care about things. Sometimes it's really good, at least she doesn't have to rack her brains to think about these messy things like me."

Soulless accompanied by the gentle cool breeze unique to the grassland night, I looked around and looked into the distance, looking at the clusters of weeds in front of me, and couldn't help but feel stunned.

What potential creatures do this wasteland have or some little-known secrets hidden in the wasteland, which makes us suffer from these strange things.

There is also that dream, that absurd and strange dream. Until now, Wuhun still thinks about the details of the bloody dream. It is real. The fear of facing the woman in the red skirt in the dream made him fall into his heart and gave him a deep sense of frustration.

At that time, the last few seconds of death made him feel powerless. Until the real death came, Wuhun really realized his resistance to death. He could not die, could not die easily. There were too many things waiting for him to do. Death could not calm him, but could only make his heart turbulent again.

Soulless walks in the grass sprinkled by the moonlight, looking up at the sky, the weeds reflect a erect shadow in the magical light of the moon, as if they are pulled longer and longer by a shadowless hand.

Under the moonlight, the wasteland was shrouded in a desolate light, and the whole grass seemed to be in the haze of a girl who was ignorant of the world. The weirdness under the haze was the most heart-pounding thing in this world.

Wuhun walked in the moonlight, surrounded by grass. I don’t know whether it was the frost of the night wind or the silence of the wasteland, but it always made Wuhun feel breathless, which made his chest undulate, as if it was very heavy.

The soulless back looked very long under the moonlight. As he moved, the black shadow among the weeds gradually grew and covered in the grass.

Looking up, the weeds sway in the wind, and there were no traces of creatures in the clumps.

Wuhun's expression became more and more serious, "E, it's really strange here. There are no traces of any animal in the middle of the night, and no wild beasts came out to hunt. The yin energy here is so heavy. Could it be that this place is really like Lenghuo Xueyu said to be a Jedi?" Wuhun rubbed his fingers back and forth on his nose.

"If you fight quickly, you will survive; if you don't fight quickly, you will die. If you win the enemy in front, you will die. If you fight quickly, you will die. If you fight quickly, you will die. I will show you that you will not survive."

"Mum, no matter what he is, the most important thing is the heart of the people. As long as he has a determined and determined heart, he will be fearless and cannot resist his belief in winning. Even if this is a Jedi, only by working hard and moving forward bravely can the three of us have a chance to survive. Oh, where is the vitality?"

The soulless footsteps never stopped, wandering outside the cave. On the silent wasteland, only the wind blows the grass, and you can't see anything other than that.

In the soulless sight, there were pointed and tall weeds, and there were only these bushes in his eyes.

It’s strange that it’s fine if there is no rebirth in this wasteland, but the grass leaves are lush and tender.

Thousands of green leaves are lined with them, but there is no red at all, and there is not even a small flower.

"Grass, grass", Wuhun thought about it and couldn't help but find a god.

"Grass? Yes, grass!" This is not mentioned, but the word "grass" is not mentioned, but the soulless one can't feel anything. When he mentioned the word "grass", he felt more and more that the weeds on the wasteland seemed to be similar to the grass in his dream, or even more and more.

The two similar grasses are constantly changing in the soulless mind.

One is the whole piece with iron-like color and light, and may even have hard and sharp black grass with iron blocks, and the other is the weed with green bottom and black edges.

If you have to say that they are similar, it is black in the grass.

"Is it..." Wuhun frowned when he thought that the true similarity to the grass in the dream.

"There is also a cemetery on this wasteland that is similar to the dream?"

As he thought about it, the soulless footsteps couldn't help but walk into the depths of the grass.

Wuhun's pace was slow, and he walked about ten feet, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the grass on the side of the road.

The weeds are quiet and the night wind blows, and the strange feeling on the weeds seems to be deeper.

All of them fluttered under the night wind.

Wuhun squatted down and looked carefully at the leaves in the bush.

A faint black mark walked through the black silk on the edge of the emerald green leaves. The black silk was bright but not visible, and there was brightness in the black.

If you don't look deeply, you won't feel these black silks.

Wuhun looked at the leaves in his hand, and his guess might be correct.

The deeper you walk into the wasteland, the deeper the weeds on the roadside and the black silks between the leaves.

The leaves in his hand just now were a little better than the black silk on the edge of the weeds he had seen before. No matter how deep the Yan Ze was, it was stronger than the former.

"It seems that as I go, the further I go, these grasses will gradually turn black and grow into completely similar to those in the dream. The dream I don't know is real! Although it's really real, alas, my mind is really a little confused. I can't even tell the difference between dreams and reality, it's true."

Wuhun rubbed his scalp with his hands, "What are the black stockings on these grass?"

"Well, maybe I'm saying that the grass is poisonous?"

In an instant, this answer inexplicably broke into his mind.

"This makes sense, because the grass is poisoned, so there are no animals. As long as sheep, deer and other herbivores eat this grass, they will be poisoned and died. No, no, maybe it is a chronic poison, and herbivores may survive for a long time.

"After all, the grass at that time might not be too dark. Then the animals at the top of the grassland food tower ate poisoned herbivores, which were also infected with toxicity, and eventually died in shame until all the species on this grassland became extinct.

"However, it seems a bit unreasonable to be infected with poison on the grass. The poison is so strong that all living beings have been poisoned to death, but why did these weak grass leaves not die? Even if the vitality of the grass and trees is sometimes tenacious, they will be assimilated by poison after survival, and it is assimilated on a large scale, which makes no sense!"

No soul understands the truth, and the possibility of being assimilated is extremely low. Even one in a hundred miles cannot be produced. This should be done with very few, and it is impossible to appear in pieces.

Grass is a plant, while creatures belong to the animal level. The only difference between them is blood.

"Yes, it's blood. Could this poison only work for blood vessels? Well!"

Soul nodded, this was barely reasonable.

"But how these poisons appear, at least they have their own sources. Grass cannot be brought by themselves. They cannot come from wind and air. Because if they are in wind and air, wouldn't the creature die faster? It doesn't make sense. If the creature dies, the grass leaves will not die if they are stained with toxins.

"Oh, there are still too few clues, but there is no gain. This poison is targeted at the blood, and I understand this...
Chapter completed!