Strange World Survival Manual

"Miss, are you okay?" Wang Xiaorou waved her hand in front of Wang Shiyan's eyes and asked worriedly.

At this time, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, but she didn't care about it at this time. Instead, she looked at her young lady with worried eyes.

Because just now, my young lady was staring straight ahead, her eyes dull. This had been going on for a long time, which also made her a little worried.

Hearing Wang Xiaorou's voice, Wang Shiyan was stunned for a moment and came back from his memories.

After coming back to her senses, she shook her head and said, "It's okay."

Seeing that his young lady came back to her senses, Wang Xiaorou relaxed. At the same time, she also understood in her heart that it was not that the young lady was not sad, she just didn't show it.

It seems that the young lady is not that heartless person.

"From now on, only the three of us will be together." Wang Shiyan sighed, rubbed Ba Zi's little head, and said to Wang Xiaorou seriously.

Hearing Wang Shiyan's words, Wang Xiaorou's nose felt sore and she felt like she was about to shed tears again, but she immediately controlled her emotions and forced a smile and said: "I will accompany you well from now on, and we will never be separated."

"Silly girl..." Wang Shiyan smiled when he heard this, with a look of relief in his eyes.

"Miss, I'm going back then. You and Ba Zi should rest early and don't break your body." Wang Xiaorou wiped the corners of her eyes and said.

"Well, you can go back." Wang Shiyan nodded.

Immediately, Wang Xiaorou turned around and walked out of the room, heading towards his residence.

"Bazi, be good, go to bed." Wang Shiyan rubbed Bazi's little head and said with a smile.

Ba Zi nodded and walked obediently towards the bed.

Seeing her walking away, Wang Shiyan turned around and stared blankly at the letter in front of her, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Yan Ling's running away this time had nothing to do with her.

Although she was prepared to talk to Uncle Yan about this matter, before she could do so, Uncle Yan had already left.

This made her feel relieved, but also a little sad.

"Uncle Yan, where have you been?" Wang Shiyan murmured in a low voice.

Late at night, a fast horse was galloping on the official road.

Sitting on the horse was a big man who was larger than a normal person.

This man's hair is a little gray at the temples and his face is resolute. He is Yan Ling who has disappeared.

At this time, Yan Ling's face was filled with fear, and she looked behind her from time to time, as if she was being chased by something.

"Hey..." Suddenly, a sigh came faintly and spread through the forest on the official road.

Hearing this sigh, the fear in Yan Ling's eyes became a little thicker, and she clamped the horse's belly with her legs, making the horse run a little faster.

While the horse was running, his mind was full of thoughts and he thought about many things.

He found that after entering Zetian Mansion recently, he became more and more abnormal.

When he was in Zetian Mansion, he would notice that he often had gaps in his memory every day.

Even if I think about it carefully, I can't remember what happened.

Even though he had never been married, he still felt that he had a virtuous wife, which made him feel very absurd.

Later, he often dreamed that an old Taoist priest would feed him messy food every day, not caring whether he could eat it or not.

He suffered hellish torture in his dreams every day.

What frightened him even more was that his size was actually getting bigger and bigger.

This kind of thing is driving him crazy!

When Yan Ling thought about it, she realized that this was what happened after she came to Zetian Mansion.

So he left a letter and fled Zetian Mansion on horseback.

He must leave Zetian Mansion and this extremely weird place!

At this time, he had been on the road for a day and a half, but his mood still hadn't relaxed.

He even always felt as if he was being watched by something, which made him feel a little creepy.

"I won't encounter anything unclean, right?" Yan Ling looked at the dark forest beside the official road, as if he felt a pair of strange eyes staring at him, which made his hair stand on end.

Because the horse was moving too fast, the cold wind leaked into his collar, as if someone was blowing cold air into his neck, making him extremely uncomfortable.

With this feeling, he couldn't help but pull the reins, making the horse slow down a lot.

After the horse slowed down and the cold wind disappeared, Yan Ling's sense of urgency eased slightly.

"You're back?"

And it was at this time that a faint voice came.

Hearing the sound, Yan Ling's pupils shrank and she turned to look at the place where the sound came from.

What he saw made his heart tremble.

He saw an old Taoist sitting on the official road grilling meat and looking at him with a smile.

"What? You don't recognize me anymore? I've cooked a lot of delicious food for you." The old Taoist priest smiled and pointed to the barbecue on the campfire.

Seeing the old Taoist appear in front of her, Yan Ling slapped herself hard.

However, this slap did not feel any pain.

"Am I dreaming?" Yan Ling laughed happily when she realized that the slap did not feel any pain.

Seeing his appearance, the old Taoist priest laughed and said, "You are already half human and half corpse. Naturally, you will not feel any pain from such a beating."

Hearing this, Yan Ling sneered: "No way, this is just a dream, don't deceive me!"

"Hey..." Seeing that Yan Ling was still stubborn, the old Taoist couldn't help but sighed, and then his figure suddenly disappeared on the spot.

"Then I'll try again for you." A seasoned voice came from behind Yan Ling's ears.

Yan Ling's pupils shrank. He didn't realize how the old Taoist priest appeared on horseback and was sitting behind him.

Just thinking about it, this was a dream and anything could happen, he felt relieved and he wasn't so scared anymore.

Then something moved in his mind, and he wanted to hit the old Taoist priest severely with an elbow.

However, at this time, he discovered that he could not move at all, as if his body was not his own.

The horse also froze, motionless, like a sculpture.

At this time, a skinny hand touched Yan Ling's hand, squeezed it gently, and with a click, Yan Ling's arm was crushed to pieces.

Yan Ling's pupils shrank, and he felt pain just now.

This meant that this was not a dream at all, but the real world. This fact made him immediately fearful.

However, even after he reacted, the old Taoist priest still had no intention of letting him go, and continued to crush his arms bit by bit until his arms were as soft as two long cloth bags filled with sand. Then he stopped.

The pain made Yan Ling's face turn pale and her heart felt ashen.

"You are really naughty." The old Taoist priest chuckled, and then carried him to the bonfire.

It looked like carrying a disobedient old dog.

When approaching the bonfire, Yan Ling, who was already desperate, suddenly saw the scenery behind the bonfire clearly.

It was a city, and he knew this city.

It is clearly... Zetian Mansion.

At this time, he finally understood what the old Taoist priest meant when he said you were back.

At this time, he was completely disappointed.