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The fog ahead is hazy.
The young man carried Shen He on his back and walked alone in the darkness.
The wind was getting a little stronger, so Zhao Guangli lifted Shen He off his back, and then pulled up his collar slightly.
During this period, Shen He also made a coquettish sound, which made Zhao Guangli think that the female officer was about to wake up and that the invincible Shen He was coming back.
but¡¡
That¡¯s all.
Shen He fell asleep with a pale face, as if he were an exquisite princess.
If it weren¡¯t for this military uniform and the powerful strength revealed in the previous series of battles, Zhao Guangli would really forget that this was just a girl in her twenties.
¡°It¡¯s really an¡unpleasant world.¡±
Zhao Guangli said to himself.
A girl like Shen He should be a popular goddess in her original world.
What she should have enjoyed was cheers and indulgent happiness.
Rather than face all kinds of monsters with an expressionless face like now.
Shen He's body exudes a warm temperature. This temperature is very comfortable, and it feels like a warm and fragrant nephrite.
Zhao Guangli looked forward, trying hard to avoid all possible dangers.
So his speed is very slow.
There are chewing beasts and mysterious humanoid monsters all over the ground
"What kind of terrifying monsters exist on this filthy plain?"
Zhao Guangli simply couldn¡¯t imagine it.
While Zhao Guangli was still looking at the map and deciding which direction to go next, not far away, within Zhao Guangli's line of sight, a small attic appeared in front of Zhao Guangli.
It¡¯s not particularly exquisite. It has some age and the exterior walls seem to have peeled off over time, but no matter how you look at it, this is a very ordinary attic.
The attic above the filthy plain
The first second Zhao Guangli saw this thing, he thought of the shacks built by the swamp witch that he saw in the [Blackwater Swamp]. However, the attic in front of him was smaller than those shacks. The house needs to be more refined and larger.
¡°No matter how you look at it, it¡¯s very weird, right?¡±
Zhao Guangli had a cautious look on his face.
The attic that appeared out of nowhere definitely doesn¡¯t look like something easy to get along with.
¡°What if it¡¯s some ghost thing again¡
No¡¡
Zhao Guangli¡¯s eyes glanced at the [Black Hunter] in his right hand.
The crossbow blade did not warn.
¡°If encountering a dangerous situation, the first one to call out is always the [Black Hunter]. Relying on the crossbow, Zhao Guangli has been able to seek good fortune and avoid disaster many times.
Shen He's condition is getting worse and worse, her face is abnormally flushed, and her breathing is getting faster and faster.
Along with it, her body temperature dropped.
Zhao Guangli felt this very clearly.
"Can not be done."
Zhao Guangli knew very well that Shen He could not die.
On the one hand, Shen He really treated Zhao Guangli quite well along the way.
On the other hand, Zhao Guangli never thought that without Shen He, he would really be able to leave Wanli Plain.
In the attic in the distance, the door is closed, and everything is pitch black, giving it a more sinister atmosphere.
Zhao Guangli stared at the attic.
The gray wall and the dark outline.
What came to my ears was Shen He's slight breathing.
¡°You should at least¡ take a look first.¡±
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Keeping walking aimlessly like this will not help anything.
On the map, the passage that existed for sixteen years was completely blocked by the humanoid monster. Zhao Guangli had been walking here like a headless fly for nearly an hour.
During this hour, Zhao Guangli heard nothing except the weird chewing sounds and the whispers of someone in the depths.
Continue like this¡¡
Not only Shen He, but also himself will be finished.
The food and water in the virgin forest could only last for three days at most for Zhao Guangli alone.
Once three days have passed, Zhao Guangli can declare that his life is over.
There are almost no edible resources in the Filthy Plains. Falling here is the most dangerous thing.?? situation.
At this moment, Zhao Guangli made up his mind to wake up, and held the [Black Hunter] tighter with his right hand, which would give Zhao Guangli a more sense of security.
Lifting Shen He up slightly, Zhao Guangli stepped towards the attic in front.
From a distance, the attic in front of you looks a little dark.
In the black mist, she seemed to be a silent beauty, saying nothing.
Its shape is slightly old, perhaps because it has been too long and the place is too humid. The appearance of the entire attic looks unremarkable, even a little shabby.
"It's really creepy."
Zhao Guangli took a deep breath and glanced at the attic window. It was pitch black and there was nothing there.
Maybe it¡¯s because it¡¯s non-reflective and you can¡¯t see the inside.
It¡¯s like a haunted house in the suburbs from a novel.
In fact, this attic is larger than what Zhao Guangli saw from a distance.
There were some small handles in front of the door. Zhao Guangli slowly approached and then knocked gently.
"Hello, is there anyone here?"
When Zhao Guangli raised this question, his whole body was tense. As long as there was something wrong, Zhao Guangli would activate the fighting spirit in his body and run away directly.
No one answered.
And Zhao Guangli just knocked on the door, and the door was completely pushed open.
The deep interior of the attic was opened.
A breath of dust came to my face.
The ground is made of wooden floor. What is strange is that it has not been corroded in such an environment.
"Excuse me, is there anyone here?"
Zhao Guangli asked again at this moment.
He did not step directly into the attic, but threw his crossbow blade in first.
??????????? Very good, no tremors, so it shouldn¡¯t be a big problem.
Zhao Guangli thought this, he carried Shen He on his back and stepped out.
Slowly picking up the crossbow blade on the ground, being inside the attic is obviously much better than being in a deserted and dirty plain with the sound of chewing everywhere.
Behind the attic door is the entrance hall. As soon as you walk in, a damp smell hits your face.
There are two floors in the loft. The facilities on the first floor can be described as quite simple, with only some very shabby-looking furniture.
On the ground, there is some yellowish-brown viscous liquid, and you can¡¯t tell what it is.
It¡¯s hard to imagine what this place was like back then.
¡°It looks like it hasn¡¯t been inhabited for a long time.¡±
Zhao Guangli put Shen He on the seat aside. The chair made a squeaking sound, which sounded in Zhao Guangli's ears, more like a scream.
It seemed like a dying person, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Zhao Guangli straightened the seat and tried his best to prevent it from making violent sounds.
Shen He was lying on the chair, still looking like a sleeping beauty, delicate and lovely.
At this moment, Zhao Guangli began to look at the inside of the attic.
His eyes scanned.
There was no kerosene lamp, so it was extremely dark.
In addition to the viscous liquid on the ground, there were also magazines and newspapers, which seemed to have been torn into pieces and fell to the ground page by page.
"Three hundred and ninety-six years of the Tianqi Calendar"
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