Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, the place where Wang Chuan Qianqian and I arrived at this moment is the Mok Pavilion.
What surprised me was that the ink booth I saw now was different from the one I saw a few days ago.
Although it is still the same ink pavilion and the same attic, it seems that decades have passed.
The paint on the pavilion and the attic originally still had a reflective luster, but now it has lost its luster, and even the paint has peeled off.
"Senior, senior, are you there?"
I shouted into the attic.
But after calling several times, there was no response from the attic.
"Let's go up and have a look."
Wang Chuan and I walked toward the attic, and then shouted in front of the attic door: "Senior, are you there?"
Then he closed his eyes and sensed that there was no one in the attic, but there was a statue of a god inside.
Just taking a glance at the face of this statue, I was completely dumbfounded.
"Xiaofan, what's wrong?"
Wang Chuan looked at me in surprise.
With a creak, I pushed open the door and opened my eyes to look at the statue of the god in the attic.
The statue of the god is in a sitting position with a solemn expression and a bun on his head.
However, he is crossing his legs and holding a flute in both hands.
One side of the flute is placed near his mouth.
It seems that he is playing the flute.
Isn't this statue the old man who rescued the village chief?
How could he offer his own idol in the attic?
Moreover, there is a layer of dust in the attic.
The dust on the ground will leave shoe prints when you step on it, and the body of this statue is also covered in dust.
"How could this happen?
This is definitely not the attic I saw before today."
I said in disbelief.
"Did we go in the wrong direction?"
Wang Chuan asked.
I shook my head and said, "It must be true."
"Then what's different about this place now from what you saw a few days ago?"
Sissi turned around and looked around and asked casually.
"It seems like decades have passed."
I sighed and said, "A few days ago when I came here, there was an old man living in this attic.
The old man played the flute to me, which made me poisoned, and he walked out of this attic.
If he goes out, can he endure such a thick layer of dust here if he is here?"
"That's true."
Sissi pointed to the footprints on the ground and said, "These footprints were all made by us.
Obviously we haven't been here recently."
"Are you dreaming, hallucinating, or encountering some monster or master?"
After Wang Chuan finished speaking, he turned around and stepped out of the threshold.
I looked at the statue.
If it was a monster, it was unlikely.
I said, "The old man looks exactly like this statue."
Wang Chuan suddenly turned his head and looked at the statue again.
He said, "After the seal is broken, any race can come out.
Maybe that old man is this statue."
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"Senior, senior, are you there?
If so, can you show up?"
I said to the statue.
However, the statue remained motionless and showed no response at all.
This old man who plays the flute is indeed not a simple man.
Today, at the door of Lao Qi's house, he gently hit me with his flute, and my hand felt as if it was broken.
Then I exited the attic, returned to the pavilion, and sat down without thinking clearly.
Then he inadvertently turned his head to look at the rushing water.
He recalled that after listening to the flute that day, he had a hallucination.
Then he jumped into the stream to bathe, swim and drink water.
I was shocked.
Could it be that everything I encountered after listening to the flute that day were all hallucinations?
Xiaoqiaoliushui is also a fake house.
Nier and her mother are also hallucinations.
Is Peach Blossom Pond also a hallucination?
And that big waterwheel?
No, not a hallucination I soaked in the Peach Blossom Pond and absorbed a lot of water.
At this moment, the water was absorbed by the water spirit in my body.
I also used this water to save Lao Qi and Wang Chuan Qianqian today, so this cannot be an illusion.
And when I injured the village chief today, the old man appeared again, so this couldn't be an illusion.
"Come on, let's keep going down."
I stood up and led them down the stream.
The stone house and wooden bridge in Xiaoqiuliushui are still there, but it seems as if decades have passed, the paint has peeled off, and traces of time are left on the walls and bridge.
We walked across the wooden bridge and arrived in front of the house.
I knocked on the wooden door. dong dong dong "Nier, are you there?"
I shouted twice at the door.
Then I closed my eyes and sensed that there was no one in the room.
The furnishings in the room were exactly the same as what I saw a few days ago, but they were also covered with a layer of dust.
Thinking about it, I also ate the steamed buns that Nier gave me that day.
Now I feel a little uncomfortable in my throat.
The stove is covered with dust.
Apparently I haven’t cooked anything in a few years.
So where did the steamed buns that Nier gave me come from?
And the steamed buns are really real, very sweet, fragrant and delicious, and they satisfy your hunger.
But if it was changed by some kind of magic, it would be scary to think about it.
"Xiaofan, Xiaofan" Wang Chuan called me on the bridge.
"What's going on?"
I turned around and looked over.
"Look at this stream."
Wang Chuan and Qian Qian stared at the water in the stream.
"Why is the stream black?
Don't panic."
I said as I walked over.
"That's not what I'm talking about."
Wang Chuan pointed to the stream and said, "Look carefully to see if there is anything different about this stream."
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I opened my eyes and looked carefully, but after looking for a long time, I saw that the water kept flowing.
Except that it was still black, there was nothing wrong with it.
I withdrew my eyes, looked at Wang Chuan and said, "Just tell me, I didn't see it."
What's wrong?"
"Fuck, what's that look in your eyes?"
Sissi cursed and said, "Don't just look at the water, it will make your eyes dazzled.
You need to have a reference.
Just stare at those fallen leaves and you will understand."
Following the direction of Sissi's finger, I looked at some fallen leaves downstream of the bridge.
My eyes followed the fallen leaves upstream.
Now I completely understood.
I took a breath of air and said in surprise: "How could this happen?"
Wang Chuan shrugged and said, "How do we know, but this place is really weird."
I continued to stare at the fallen leaves.
The current of the stream was still fast, but the leaves were floating from the downstream to the upstream.
It had only been more than a minute since Sissi called me to look at the leaves.
It has floated more than ten meters.
The stream is tilted, with an inclination of about thirty degrees.
We all say that when people go to higher places, the water flows lower, but at this moment those leaves are flowing against the current.
It's not that the leaves are enchanted, but that the stream flows upstream.
I didn't pay attention just now and kept staring at someone without seeing any clues.
It was only after Sissi reminded me that I discovered this strange statue.
I took a deep breath, what happened?
In the blink of an eye, everything changed.
Several villages near Modou Mountain were deserted.
Hundreds and thousands of people seemed to have evaporated.
It seemed that decades had passed in Mok Pavilion and Xiao Qiao Stone House, but the stream under the bridge actually flowed back.
What on earth was going on?
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