What he held in his hand was half a wet vine and a ball of damp soil, with a several-inch-long green grass hanging on it.
"What's going on?"
Shen Luo quickly threw away the thing in his hand, took a quick glance around, and the remaining sleepiness disappeared in an instant.
At this moment, he was not in his own hut, but sitting on the muddy ground in the wilderness.
Shen Luo climbed up with a grim look on his face and looked around.
He then realized that the place where he was lying was surrounded by weeds and the sound of insects chirping. He could vaguely see a muddy path that was only wide enough for one person to pass, and he didn't know where it led to. A little further away, there was a faint mist that made his vision even more obstructed, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
Shen Luo slapped his cheeks hard with both hands. The burning pain told him that he was not dreaming.
"What happened? I was sleeping in the house, how did I suddenly end up in such a place? Could it be that someone hijacked me out of Chunqiu Temple without a sound?"
Thinking of this, Shen Luo hurriedly checked his clothes, raised his sleeves, and carefully looked at the Chunqiuguan logo on them. Then he moved his hands and feet, and felt a little relieved.
He vaguely remembered that he slept in his clothes yesterday because he was too tired. Now his clothes were no different and there was nothing unusual about his body.
Shen Luo's heart was full of doubts, but he knew that the most urgent task at the moment was to figure out where he was now.
He forced himself to calm down and looked around again.
There was a chill in the air nearby. It was clearly summer, but it felt as cold as late autumn. He felt that his clothes were obviously too thin, and he couldn't help but tighten the collar of his outer robe with his hands.
Shen Luo suddenly remembered something and looked up at the sky.
The sky was like an endless black curtain, with only a solitary crescent-shaped moon hanging in the sky, casting a little dim light. It was obviously still night time.
At this time, gusts of whistling wind sounded from a distance, like the crying of ghosts, but it blew away a lot of the nearby fog, so that he could finally see some blurry scenery.
He took a deep breath and walked slowly and carefully along the path.
Soon, flat land began to appear on both sides of the road. In some places, rows of crops were planted, which looked like fields.
The soil in the fields without crops was loose, probably because it had been cultivated not long ago during the day.
Seeing this, Shen Luo felt a little more relaxed.
Since there were fields and signs of people living here, he shouldn't be in any danger. Although he didn't know why he came here for no reason, he didn't have time to investigate.
He quickened his pace and continued walking along the country road.
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The night fog gradually thinned, and the scenery in the distance gradually came into view.
A few miles ahead, you can vaguely see some sparse houses built against the mountain, and a few scattered lights that look a little blurry.
When Shen Luo saw this, he was delighted.
As long as I go to the house over there, I should be able to figure out where I am.
With this thought in mind, he felt that the lights in the distance seemed to bring him some warmth, and his steps quickened unconsciously.