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"This doll..."

Herag picked it up and gently shook off the thick dust covering it.

This is an ordinary cloth doll, not a resentful doll, and there is nothing strange about it.

Herag looked at the doll and recalled everything he had experienced. He always felt that the blacksmith family and the town might have encountered something bad, otherwise they wouldn't have died and couldn't sleep.

He sighed and put the doll back in its original place.

Last night, Herag didn't pay attention yet. Now during the day, when you look at the furnishings and color combinations inside the room, you can tell that this is the little girl's room.

Herag looked around the house, it was similar to last night, but many things were already broken.

For example, the cabinet fell off as soon as the door was pulled, and it had completely decayed.

There are still some clothes stored in the cabinet, all worn by the little girl.

After leaving the room, Herag stepped on the decaying stairs to the attic.

The attic is even more chaotic, with many weeds growing and several holes in the ceiling.

Herag glanced at the windowsill, where there were no heads.

The window glass has already broken, and the door frame is half rotten. It's hanging outside, feeling like it could fall off at any moment.

Herag walked around the blacksmith's house before coming out. Before leaving, he lifted the fallen door frame and installed it back in its original position.

He actually wanted to find the body of the blacksmith uncle's family, even if it was just bones, he could put it away and bury it in the ground for safety.

From last night's situation, it seems that the blacksmith uncle's family may have become evil spirits, and even if they die, they will not be peaceful.

He wanted to see if he could find the body and bury the family.

After all, without the help of the blacksmith uncle, he was likely dead. Without the information provided by the blacksmith uncle, he is also unable to handle various situations in the future.

Unfortunately, he was unable to find the body.

After Herrag left, he went to another place to take a look.

He arrived at the house next to the Devil's Flower Garden and found that the area in the garden was still there. There were indeed many types of flowers growing here, but there was no shadow of the Devil's Flower.

The house next to the garden has now become a pile of ruins, with no basic structure left, only a pile of wood piled up in disorder.

Herag continued to look around the town, looking for Robert's whereabouts, who had already disappeared.

He looked through every residential building and found nothing, nor any corpses or bones.

"The number of houses here is much less than last night."

After visiting these houses, Herag took a rough look and found that the number of houses was significantly reduced.

He discovered it last night and found that there were many more houses here than when he first entered the valley town.

"Are they really two different spaces?" Herrag increasingly felt that his guess was correct.

It's actually quite simple to verify, and that's to come here again tonight.

But Herag will never come again, at least until he has enough strength, it is impossible to take another step here.

Next time, you can only come when you can easily grasp that spider swarm, otherwise you will come to deliver vegetables.

He continued down the mountain path and as he passed by the tavern, he suddenly realized that the footsteps behind him were also gone.

"When did it disappear..."

Herag realized that he didn't even feel it, and the sound of footsteps seemed to disappear very early.

He recalled not hearing footsteps when he entered the cave.

At that time, his attention was focused on the murals and slate, and he didn't notice the disappearance of footsteps at all.

By the time he came out of the cave, it was already dawn and there were no more footsteps behind him.

Herag leaned his forehead and pondered, "What exactly is that sound of footsteps?"

This is a confusing point for him. Although the footsteps followed him for a long time, he did not encounter any danger and did not understand what it was and what it was for.

Although Herrag did not encounter any danger due to the sound of footsteps, he always had a feeling in his heart that the matter of footsteps was not yet over.

He glanced at the tavern, which had collapsed on a large scale. Just stand outside and you can see those tables and bars.

After taking a final glance at the tavern, Herag followed the mountain road to the foot of the mountain.

Looking back, the small town of Xigu is still dilapidated, and the path down the mountain is filled with weeds at some point. It is estimated that in a while, this mountain road will completely merge with the surrounding mountains, and it is not apparent that there was once a road here.

There have also been some changes in the One Line Sky Canyon, and Herag remembers clearly what it looked like when he came here.

When I arrived, the road surface was relatively clean, and I could tell that the road was often taken care of.

But now, the entire frontline sky is almost becoming a primitive jungle.

A tall shrub grew all over the canyon, unable to see the end of the road at a glance.

Herag drew his long sword and used it to clear the way while walking, chopping at the bushes blocking the way.

By the time he stepped out of the narrow sky, he was already wet, with dewdrops stained from shrubs. There were also some broad-leaved shrubs that had accumulated a lot of water, which could easily spill over with just a touch, avoiding it.

"Hmm?"

After Herrag walked out, he saw a familiar person at a glance.

Robert was sleeping under the nearby tree, his back against the big tree, soundly asleep.

On his head, there was also a squirrel standing on a branch, staring at Herag with big and small eyes.

Herag walked over, and the squirrel immediately started chirping in fear, then disappeared in a flash.

Robert seemed to have been woken up by a squirrel, struggled to open his eyes, and saw Herag at a glance.

"Sir..."

Herag glanced at him and asked the book garden www.zhaoshuyuan.com, "How could you sleep here?"

Robert rubbed his head in confusion and said, "I don't know either. I just remember having a butter beer with you and that old man at the tavern, and then I didn't remember."

"Besides these? What else do you remember?" Herag continued.

Robert shook his head and said, "It's gone. The last scene in my memory was in the tavern, and I don't remember anything else. Just a glass of butter beer, did I get drunk? Or was there something added to the wine..."

Herag listened to his account and pondered, "Robert's last memory only exists at the tavern, so the Robert we met later, as well as the dismembered Robert, may not be himself."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Robert and thought to himself, "Alternatively, this person in front of him is not me..."

Robert felt a chill in his back as he stared at him. He swallowed and said, "Sir, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, hurry on, it's time to go back." Herag glanced at the tree in the distance, where two horses were still tied and leisurely eating grass.