Chapter 073 Chapter 73
After a short rest, Li Qingshan prepared to move forward, but just as he raised his legs, he stopped.
Because he looked forward and found that there were forks in the road ahead, no more, no less, just two, one on the left and one on the right, but there was no middle, as if there was no way to go straight.
He stood there and hesitated for a long time.
If he went to the left, it would not be considered straight, and if he went to the right, the result would be the same, but if he wanted to go straight, there was no way ahead, there was clearly a wall there, and it was a wall with an angle, like a triangular prism.
That wall gave people the feeling of a chocolate wafer sandwich, as if it could be eaten and moved easily, but Li Qingshan was currently at a distance from the wall.
He couldn't touch the wall by stretching out his hand, which meant that he couldn't test whether the wall could be moved while resting in place. He could only move forward and think of a solution.
He had to choose his direction and path before the next round began, otherwise he could only stand here until he thought it through.
Li Qingshan frowned and thought about what the host said. If he could only take the straight road, even though there were two forks in the road, in reality, these two forks did not exist, because he could not enter or leave the forks, so he did not need to consider taking any of the two forks. He
could not split himself into two, half going left and half going right, nor could he hope that he would choose a fork in the road and suddenly find himself back on the straight road after walking in for a while.
It would be just like being in the late stage of cancer and dying soon, and then a special medicine was suddenly developed, and the doctors and nurses rushed to send it to him for use. It was just as absurd.
Where in the world could such a good thing happen? Even if there was, it would definitely not be here. If he always expected this kind of thing to happen to him, he would probably not want to do anything.
Li Qingshan shook his head, made a decision in his heart, took a deep breath, and felt a sticky and foul smell in his chest that was filled with the smell of blood, as if the moldy moss on the ground was rotting, and began to walk forward.
He walked straight out, without choosing the left or the right. This was not a multiple-choice question for him, but a judgment question, judging whether he should go straight or not.
He chose to go straight, and there was no turning back after he walked out, and there was no chance to turn back. He just walked to the wall that he could see when he stopped before.
He slowed down his speed and walked very far, so the distance between him and the wall was quickly shortened. He stretched out his hand and carefully tried to touch the wall.
There was no moss, vines, snakes, cockroaches, mosquitoes or flies on the wall, but the wall felt wet, as if there was a hot spring underneath.
He touched it lightly, and then tried to push the wall. He knew that his strength was not enough to destroy a wall instantly, or push it back, but it didn't matter if he tried.
He used very little strength, and the wall rumbled open in front of him, as if he had found the gap between two doors, and a new road appeared in front of him, leading straight ahead.
He rubbed two fingers together and felt that what he had just pushed was not a wall, but more like foam pretending to be a wall, or sand. However, if it was really that light, it could not have made such a loud noise, because that was very contradictory, which was strange.
He walked forward slowly. The road was still dark, without lights or light, quiet, and no one else. The screams that he could not tell whether it was an illusion or the host's trick did not appear again. It seemed that the road ahead was very flat and he just had to keep moving forward.
But this was not a marathon track. Sooner or later, there would be a destination. Even if he really kept moving forward without turning back or turning, where could he go? Go out? I'm afraid he couldn't get out!
If he really couldn't get out, the best outcome here would be starvation, exhaustion, trembling, curled up into a ball, lying on the ground like a skeleton that had been dead for a long time, and waiting for himself to become a real skeleton, as if he had always been a skeleton, with no difference.
The thought of that outcome was enough to make people despair.
As he walked, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of him. At first, the figure was very far away, so small that he couldn't be sure whether it was a person, but as it got closer, the figure became clearer and clearer, and it was exactly the same as the back of No. 2 before, at least in Li Qingshan's memory. There was no difference.
Li Qingshan frowned, felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows, and his temples were pulled and jumped. He squinted and stared at the back for a long time without saying anything.
When he walked ten steps this time, the figure was resting in front of him, as if he was waiting for him, or as if he had been resting for a while. Even the way he was resting was no different from No. 2.
Li Qingshan could even vaguely see No. 2's face from the other person's profile when he was resting. It was pale, with a slightly bumpy nose bridge, but it was straight. This facial feature also matched No. 2. If Li Qingshan's memory was correct, that person should be No. 2.
Li Qingshan considered for a while during the rest period whether to take the opportunity to talk to the other person. At this time, it should not be necessary to put your hand on the other person's shoulder.
Because the host said that if a person is walking behind another person and wants to call the person in front, he needs to do so. The premise for doing so does not exist now.
They didn't walk when they were resting, nor did they walk one after the other. No. 2 seemed to be leaning sideways for most of the time. Although this posture was strange, it was probably to prevent something scary from suddenly rushing out from behind, and he had no idea, so it was understandable. It's
just that it's better not to try to explain things that the host didn't make clear, lest he suddenly jump out to supplement and make things more troublesome. Li Qingshan's head already hurt enough.
He didn't want to add more burdens to himself.
Li Qingshan lowered his eyes and shook his head lightly. Suddenly, he noticed that the person in front of him was moving. He quickly raised his head and looked over. He found that the figure had stood up, finished his rest, and was ready to move forward.
Li Qingshan hesitated for a moment and prepared to follow him. As he walked, he tried to tell him about the situation. However, before he could stand up with his hands on the ground, the figure who was almost the same as No. 2 had already taken a big step forward and he could not catch up.
Li Qingshan was a little slow. When he stood up, he saw that there was suddenly a white arm on No. 2's shoulder.
The arm was thin and long, soft and soft, icy and cold. The hand on the arm was as pale as the arm, with pointed red nails. The nails were so long that they could poke from the shoulder to the neck.
In the blink of an eye, a body grew out from the back of the arm. It was a woman's body, wrapped in a red robe. At first glance, it looked like a bride.
On her feet were a pair of red embroidered cloth shoes. The shoes were blue, red and black, and the embroidery looked like two swimming birds.
The toe of the shoe did not touch the ground, and the sole was white, as if there were spiral patterns.
In a trance, Li Qingshan saw those patterns as black and white eyes, densely packed, neatly arranged in rows, staring at him closely, blinking from time to time, smiling.
The woman in red was floating up, her hair was black and long, very smooth and soft, and it was scattered from the top of her head to her heels, but it did not fall to the ground.
After a while, the shoulder of the figure in front tilted to one side, and the whole person was shorter, staggering as if he had been chopped, but Li Qingshan did not hear any sound from the person, no screams or cries, or the fragmented sounds made by the pain.
Before he realized this, the other party seemed to have footsteps and breathing sounds.
But now Li Qingshan was not sure whether those sounds existed, and felt confused. Those sounds appeared and disappeared in his mind, as if he felt that the sounds were not through his ears, but in his imagination.
After a while, the sound in front of him disappeared completely. This quiet environment was very scary. Li Qingshan frowned and stared at the back that was gradually disappearing in front of him.
The woman in red seemed to have noticed something. Her neck made a crackling sound. She slowly turned her head, and the black hair on her head swayed. Li Qingshan did not look away immediately.
His brows tightened, his eyes became more confused and blurred, the figure of the woman in red became more terrifying, originally straight, but now, the spine gradually bent, not forward, but backward, the legs also bent backward, the toes almost hit the scalp, like a difficult dance move, the whole person was almost turned into a ring.
The woman in red did not move forward with her legs apart, so even in such a strange posture, she could still stick tightly to the back of the figure in front of her, looking like a snail shell that would not be easily separated.
Li Qingshan finally gritted his teeth and slowly looked away.
When he looked away, his eyes felt a sharp pain, he blinked, and his face suddenly became hot.
He felt that this situation was somewhat familiar, so he reached out his hand and touched his face. When he looked down, he saw that there was indeed more blood on his hand, fresh, bright red, and emitting a fishy smell.
He wiped his face casually. There was quite a lot of blood on his face, staining the back of his hand red, but it was not much, because his entire clothes were not covered in it, which was a good thing.
Li Qingshan held onto the wall and slowly stood up. Suddenly, he felt a gust of cold wind coming from his back. He turned sideways, trying to avoid it, but did not look back.
A very long black hair brushed past his face.