There is an old saying that when the house leaks, it rains all night, and the boat is late and encounters a strong wind.
This is how I feel at the moment.
"Oops, what should I do now?"
I looked at the fuel gauge and became even more nervous.
Others also came over and looked at the fuel gauge.
The fat man said dumbfounded: "Damn it, do we have to walk back?"
"It's okay."
I took a deep breath and said, "At worst, I will put you all in the flying saucer, and I will go alone.
I have many methods, and I will definitely be able to break this infinite cycle."
"This is also the last option.
I remember there is still some food in it, which should last for a while."
Grandpa sighed and said, "But don't be pessimistic, at least it's not that time yet.
I believe that the sky is boundless.
On the road of human beings, I can be resurrected even if I die once, so I don’t believe there are any obstacles that I can’t overcome.”
Then at this moment, just after grandpa finished speaking, a figure appeared in our field of vision.
Through the glass of the bus, we saw a little pony appearing not far ahead.
Yes, it was the foal that the little boy petted yesterday.
The little pony ran towards us slowly and stopped about five meters away from the bus.
"Get out of the car quickly, follow the little pony and you will be able to get out of the cycle."
Grandpa said excitedly.
Everyone opened the car door and got out of the car.
The strange thing is that the little pony was not afraid of us.
When he saw us getting off the bus, he turned around and walked slowly in the direction we came from.
As we walked, we turned around to see if we were following.
But I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be tears in the corners of the foal's eyes.
Did it cry?
I didn't have time to think too much, so I followed him, and I didn't dare to get too close, for fear that the foal would be frightened.
The foal also walks very strangely.
It walks forward for a while, then turns back and turns back.
We walked like this for about half an hour, and we even suspected that the foal was trapped in a cycle and couldn't get out, so it was crying.
But grandpa always believed that this little pony was extraordinary and must have come to save us.
Grandpa kept insisting and we had no other option, so we just followed the foal.
Then under the leadership of the little pony, a vast expanse of white dawn suddenly appeared in front of them.
"See, that's the exit."
Grandpa jumped up excitedly.
The little pony took a step forward, and was instantly swallowed up by the dawn and disappeared.
We entered the dawn from each other, and suddenly our eyes lit up, and the scenery in front of us suddenly changed.
"No way."
I glanced in front of me, and there were actually yurts around me, and we were actually in the yurt.
And it’s actually very familiar.
Isn’t this the yurt we stayed in last night?
"How could this happen?"
I looked at Grandpa dumbfounded.
Grandpa’s brows were wrinkled, his face was pale, and his lips were trembling as he said, “Maybe we didn’t leave the yurt at all last night.”
"We didn't leave the yurt, so what did we experience last night?
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Was it a collective sleepwalking?
Or was it an illusion?"
I asked casually.
"Maybe it's an illusion, or maybe it's a formation."
Grandpa shook his head and said, "I don't know what it is specifically.
Let's go out and see what's going on."
"Bart, Bart, are you there?"
Grandpa shouted outside the yurt.
We followed Grandpa out of the yurt, but there was no one outside the yurt.
"Bart" we also shouted, and then we went to look at the yurts next door.
Even when I closed my eyes and looked around, there was no one there.
"It's strange that everything is still there.
Where has this person gone?"
the old dog circled back and said.
"The ashes of the bonfire over there are still smoking.
It's the bonfire we burned last night."
The fat man said, pointing not far away.
"The hundreds of horses and sheep they kept in captivity are gone.
Could it be that they went out to graze?"
my brother asked.
"It's impossible.
If it's herding, there's no need for dozens of people to go out together.
At least a few old people will be left here to guard the base camp."
I suddenly thought: "By the way, where is the little pony?"
"Yes, where's the pony?"
Only then did everyone notice.
"Here."
Suddenly, not far away, my sister-in-law spoke up.
She said, "I followed this little pony as soon as I came out.
It seemed to be crying."
We quickly ran over and surrounded the little pony, only to find that the little pony's eyes were watery and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Little Pony, can you understand what we are saying?
I ask you, where are your people and where are your mother and the little boy?
Where are the little boys who have been touching your head?"
I also reached out and touched it.
Foal's head.
The foal snorted heavily from its nostrils and hissed, then got out of the crowd and walked not far away.
"Let's go, follow quickly."
Grandpa said again.
We followed the pony again to the grassland not far away.
When we left the yurt, we saw the bus.
It turned out that the bus was parked in the same place as last night.
It had not moved at all.
Everything I experienced was probably an illusion.
The fat man was still holding a compass in his hand, and then suddenly shouted: "No, what's going on with this compass?"
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We took a closer look and found that the compass pointer was spinning for a while.
It seemed to be broken, but it might also be caused by a strong magnetic field interference.
The old dog suddenly looked at my brother and asked: "You are a little town god after all, why can't you show your talents here?"
"This place is very strange, and it's not in the country.
It's across the border.
There are no temples in the vast prairie, and there is no land for mountain gods.
Where can I find people?"
My brother was also speechless.
I was even more confused.
According to what my brother said, the land of the mountain gods should really exist, but we have never seen it.
Then at this moment, a stench drifted over in the wind.
"What does it smell like?"
Everyone covered their noses at the same time.
"It's the stench of corpses, something happened."
I had learned to pick up bones from my master before, and had also studied corpse and bone arts.
Besides, I was a tomb robber.
I had never smelled anything else, so I was very familiar with the stench of corpses.
We chased it not far away, but found that the little pony kept walking forward, not knowing where it was taking us.
The further we walked, the smell of corpses became heavier and heavier, but according to my senses, there was no particular color.
"What is that?"
The fat man covered his nose and pointed forward with one hand.
We looked up and saw a huge flower.
"Corpse-scented konjac."
Grandpa was surprised and quickly walked to the corpse-scented konjac and said, "No wonder it has such a bad smell.
I thought it was the stench from corpses, but I didn't expect it to be this corpse-scented konjac.
It just doesn’t look the same, how could it be black?”
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