第五十九章 (第5/5页)

heshrub，eachdropagrainthatisacommotioninthebushes，alsoit‘sstrangeyouyesterdayintheforestonhorsebackbrotherhoodoftheWolfandthedeadtreebranchestwitch，nowonebyoneallmotionless，likeadeadbutIwasverycleartheirrootsaresoilcreep，thismaybethereasonwhysomeshrubsinaction.

    Buttheairthereisaredintaste，stillshouldhavepeoplewhoisthedeadsnakeinthebody，astheyscatter，sidewillbeheldupatorch，thetorchshouldberestrainedsnakepeople，buttheygivethedeadtreeandfeedingstuff，thereisameanstothecattlepenistroopsfightisnotsimple，andjustkilltheLiuGuanjiacomparedwithstronguncle，itseemsthathewon‘t.

    Onbothsidesoftheroadfeelalmostcouldn‘tfindanyreference，timeseemstobeverylonghere，thosepeopleonbothsidesofthemachineryofrepeatingthesameaction，Icanonlyseemyselfbehindthehorse，haven‘tsaidawordallalongthewaythatcattlepenisto

    Itisstrangethatthisroadseemstobenoforkorturn，don‘tknowisyourillusionorherebecauseofspaceandtime.

    Arepetitionofmovementsandsounds，butthesepeopledon‘tsayaword，andsoconstantlyrepeated，asifsuddenlybecameafteroutofthevillagejustnosoulwalkingdead，therewasnoexpressiononherface，hereiswhatforcesaffectthem

    Goalongthisroadforalongtimeinbecomingagoodmooddepressed，feelinghimselflikeadead，they‘refunforawhileandgenerallynotwo，livingforamomentinthedeadofforestroadonebyoneandallwithnoawarenessofthedead.

    Onlyfeelconstantlymoveforward，peoplesitdownonahorse，welltubehe‘sthekingoftheroadsolongevenwhentwoblackthemselvestofindnottooeasy，notsomebodyelse‘storch-andnofilialpiety，whatfood，theirevenbeingasfood，didn‘tfindsuchasIwaseatthebonesbroken.

    Feelmoreandmoreagitated，stoppedwhenpaolomaldini，theleftsideofthedeadtreeacracklingsound，thenthosewhocollectedthedeadbranches，revealingadarkpath，sothereisnosignofatunnel，ifnotdeadtreebranchesthemselvescan‘tgetoutofthewayitwasfoundthatthispath.

    Cavalrywentuptotheforkintheroad，afterthelookofthesepeoplestartedslowlychanged，nolongerrigiddeadpan，asifthesoulcamebackagain，myheartsuddenlyrealizedwhat，thesepeopleandthosewhohavethedeadsnakeinthebodyseemstobewhatistheconnection，thepavementoftheroadarewood，theirareintoalldirectionstogether，likewalkingonaship.

    Thecrowdnottothesideoftheroadandthings，alsodon‘tknowhowmanyparticles，thebagssolongstillhaven‘tfinishednow，thecrowdbegantohaveavoice，andmoreandmorelikethere，justthesilenceontheroad，thereisnobutthatisnoillusion.

    Leftagainnotamomentlikealampindribsanddrabsinthedistance，justbegantomoreandmorefast，Istillhavesomenotaccustomedto，andthenthehorsebegantogallop，thehorseshoerollofvibrationsonthewood，acrowdcamethevoiceofShoutinghorseacceleratedconstantly，atthismomentIfeelthegroundshook，andthefeelingoflikeaboatinthewater，thenthesoundreallyspreadwateroneithersideoftheroad.

    Whereisthis