Chapter 175

I don't know how long later, Lu Ziming opened his eyes and found himself lying on a thick green grass mat without any pain. The parts of each part were running well, and even his backpack was not lost. "Where am I? Where am I? Am I dead? Why am I still conscious? Doesn't it mean that the dead have no consciousness?"

Well, who knows if people feel after they die?

No one answered his question. Looking around, a large piece of neat and beautiful grass mat seemed to have been trimmed, and there was no mess.

"Didn't I fall into the valley?" what about the valley? What about the mountains in the distance? There was nothing. Looking around, it was like being on a vast grassland, which was completely different from what he thought.

"Ouch!" he pinched himself fiercely. This is not a dream. There should be no pain in the dream. His facial features clearly convey the perception of the body, the fresh air, his voice and the same touch and vision. "Is this heaven?"

"Shouldn't there be angels in heaven?" in fact, it's good to go to heaven after death. He comforted himself in his heart. But there was no one around. It was more like a silent grassland. "What about the blue sky and white clouds? Shouldn't there be heaven?" he found something wrong. He looked up and found that there was a huge purple sky above his head. The thin gold thread walked upstream of the sky and disappeared in the distance beyond the visible edge.

"Is there anyone?" he shouted loudly. The voice spread far and far, and there was not even an echo. There was a dead silence in the open space.

Lu Ziming doesn't know why he didn't fall to death. He can't care about these. He needs to know where he is and find his way home. There is no sense of direction, and there is no compass in the backpack. The only way is to go to one place. As for whether to go in the right direction, we can't control so much now.

I don't know how long he walked. At this time, he remembered to look at the time on his watch. The pointer pointed to the position of 8:30. He couldn't tell whether it was morning or night. The light around him didn't change at all. He couldn't be sure what date it was today.

When he fell off the cliff, he felt faint. He woke up and was here. He didn't know how long it took.

After walking for more than an hour, he gradually felt something wrong. As for the wrong there, he couldn't tell. It was like he was circling around somewhere. There were no mountains and hills, low-lying areas and woods. Everything around him was grassland except grassland.

Lu Ziming sat on the grass and calculated his walking route. There should be no big deviation in the direction and the walking speed is not slow. If his calculation is no problem, he should have walked more than 10 kilometers. He didn't see anything around except the grass? This is obviously unreasonable.

He was not discouraged. He looked for the reason from himself. First, he doubted whether he had gone the wrong way, and then he doubted that he was too slow. Maybe he could walk to the edge of the grass after holding on for a while.

There is not even a reference around. The huge purple sky above the head seems boundless. In addition to the golden line flashing in the sky from time to time, it is very like a lone boat drifting in the boundless sea. The blue sea water has become a green grassland, and the blue sky and white clouds have been replaced by a purple sky, which is very like a living creature in loneliness and despair.

Great faith supports him. No matter where he is, he should not live alone. He can't hide in the forest. After walking for about an hour, an ominous premonition shrouded my anxious heart. I seemed to be lost in this grass. I didn't know what feeling was making trouble. There was a feeling of being teased and mocked around my heart, becoming stronger and stronger, and finally dominated my judgment.

Anger, cry, mania and impulse are swallowing his reason bit by bit. He began to lose patience, and the sense of helplessness replaced self-confidence, which is beyond his tolerance.

But he had to hint to himself that irritability would lose his reason, impulse would lose his judgment, and anger would only make things worse and worse. He had been angry and desperate before, but it didn't help. Sadness and tears are synonymous with cowards. The world never believed in tears, so he survived.

It's the same this time. Although I don't know where I am, I'm not dead. At least I still feel that it doesn't matter whether it's heaven or hell. I need to know where it is.

Lu Ziming began to move forward again. This time he didn't stop until he couldn't move. He looked at his watch again. It was already 12 o'clock. He had walked continuously for three or four hours. The surrounding scenery was still unchanged. It seemed that he was walking in place and had never really left the grass.

He is not a blind man. Even if he is stupid, he has found a problem. He really can't get out of this grass, maybe forever!

He began to think calmly about the current situation and continued to walk blindly. Finally, he could only be tired alive because he didn't know what he was doing. He began to laugh at himself for the first time.

There was still the same purple sky overhead, and there was still the soft looking grass mat at the foot. The surroundings were empty, not even a breeze. The silence was terrible, creepy, and I could only hear my own breathing.

He suddenly smiled. He smiled sadly, as if he were crying. He was laughing at himself, his destiny, everything around him, and the people or gods who teased him. He cried. It was no use crying. He didn't even know where he was dead. After laughing and crying, tears swirled in his eyes. If he didn't stay, he wouldn't admit defeat. Even if he died, he wouldn't bow to fate.

He was venting, venting the injustice of fate. He stood up his backbone and used his indomitable will to resist everything on himself.

He was very tired. He needed to rest, but he didn't close his eyes. His cold and firm eyes stared at the purple sky above his head. He told himself in his heart that all this was illusory. His eyes could deceive himself, and only his heart would not deceive himself.

He wants to find out the reason, no matter how difficult it is, he also wants to find out the answer. Just like solving the learning problem countless times, the answer always exists in his persistence to the end.

He began to observe everything around him. He didn't let go of even a grass. He was thinking about the simplest question, where he was, whether he died, what place was this and why he was here. No one answers his questions. He needs to find the answers himself. Maybe the answers are hidden within his reach, but he doesn't see them.