mirage master

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a bridge hole, surrounded by pitch-black darkness. I groped and climbed out of the bridge hole, barely able to see the surrounding environment clearly by relying on the moonlight.There was a red mist everywhere in front of my eyes, and I stretched out my hand, and the red mist rolled along the airflow, and immediately I played the dirty words to greet my ancestors in my heart a dozen times.

I won't travel through such bloody things, will I?Just as I was thinking wildly, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps on the bridge, running in this direction. I was overjoyed, and hurriedly climbed up from under the bridge, and finally met someone who was talking.Just when I was about to wave to the visitor happily, a dry hand stretched out from behind. Before I could react, my mouth was covered and I was dragged under the bridge. The voice of "woo woo woo" was about to call for help, but at this moment, I heard a sentence from behind, "Don't move, or we will die!"

I tried my best to turn my neck and look behind me, only to realize that it was an old man with gray hair, looking at the bridge with a serious face.

I looked in his direction, and saw a young guy with scars all over his body, running forward with all his strength, followed by a group of vicious muscular men, holding iron rods with thick arms in their hands, viciously Shouting something to the young man, I poked my head out to listen carefully to what they were saying, but the old man behind me pushed me back, and then I heard a series of punches and kicks, as well as harsh scream.After a while, the group of muscular men left cursing, and the surroundings became quiet again.

The old man behind me released me with a sigh of relief, I hurried away and sat on a rock a little far away from him, panting and asked, "Who are you?"

The old man glanced at me with his sharp eyes, said nothing, and gestured for me to follow him, and climbed up the bridge first and left here after speaking.I sat on the rock depressed, my mind was in a mess, thinking what the hell was going on! Then I followed the old man and left.

When I came to the middle of the bridge deck, the young man was lying motionless on the ground, with red blood everywhere around him. It seemed that he had been beaten to death by the group of people. I asked tremblingly, "Is this? Is this a dead person?"

The old man glanced at me casually, and reached out to touch the young man, as if he was looking for something, but in the end he just took out a piece of iron from his pocket, and then the old man took the iron piece and walked to the mountain behind the bridge. I hastily followed.

The old man didn't say a word along the way. I really wanted to ask what was going on, but because of the serious expression on the old man's face, I never asked the question.After walking for more than ten minutes, a relatively flat place appeared on the mountain road ahead, and a thatched house was built on it. The old man walked straight past it, and it seemed that this was his home.

"Where do you come from?" The old man's sudden sound startled me. I turned around and looked at the old man sitting on the stone bench in the yard, thinking about how to get him out of it without revealing myself.

"I can't tell, I don't know why I came here." I said cautiously: "Grandpa, do you know what's going on?"

The old man sighed, and after a while, he motioned me to sit on the opposite stool, and then said, "I know you are from another world."

I raised my head suddenly, looked at the old man in surprise and said, "How do you know?"

The old man sneered and said, "Because I am the same as you."

After saying this, the old man kept staring at me, as if he was looking for himself in the original world.

I asked suspiciously: "What's going on here? What do you mean you are the same as me?"

The old man took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a match, took a puff, and said, "People like you appear every five years. As for what's going on, listen to me slowly."

As the darkness faded away, the old man told me about a world I didn't know but was very close to.

"This is a mirage."