Qingshan Wild Man Valley

Green Mountain Wild Man Valley

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I arrived in a strange place, and at first, I didn't see anything, but someone suddenly grabbed me tightly from behind.

It cannot be simply described as "strong." The arm that was holding me tightly in its arms at that moment was so strong that it could break my bones and kill me.

It was a long, agonizing embrace. The person holding me didn't utter a sound. I could only look down slightly to see the two arms tightly wrapped around my chest, covered in wounds and filth.

There was also a pair of hands with prominent bones and slender fingers—the words to follow were neither pure white nor jade-like. These hands must have rummaged through piles of corpses, or they must have been repeatedly run over and squeezed by tires. In any case, they were equally filthy. The fingertips of all ten fingers were in a terrible state, with either broken nails or none at all, and the bloodstains that had flowed there had long since dried.

With nothing to do, I stared intently at my hands to avoid focusing too much on the suffocating pain in my chest.

Gradually, it was discovered that one of the hands had three broken fingers. Although the fingers were still intact, they were unnaturally twisted. In some places, the finger bones were exposed, and the bones were not white.

Suddenly, a sigh came from behind.

This was a long sigh, but not a sorrowful one.

The man's entire face was pressed against the back of my neck, so I could hear the softness, joy, and satisfaction in his voice... Because the two of us were so close, my back was tightly connected to his, and with each rise and fall of his heart, I took a breath and exhaled.

The person behind me remained silent, but gradually released me and turned me to face him.

Oh my god—my heart suddenly stopped working with a "click".

I was terrified. I'm 300% sure I was terrified by what I saw. I need my grandma to have someone perform a soul-summoning ritual for me. I'm about to die of fright.

The face that appeared before me, this face, slowly curled its lips into a smile at me, but my hands trembled. My shoulders were being held, but I still managed to break free of one hand and reach in front of him, punching him in the nose with a bang.

The man's smile seemed to freeze, his face frozen there in a half-smile.

I could only reluctantly meet his gaze. His hair was so long and messy that I wanted to reach out and pluck it for him. Wildness was an understatement; it was half-wet, covered in mud and dirt, mixed with fallen leaves, sticky and disgusting.

He put on two tattered clothes of indistinguishable color, the top reaching his knees with tattered cuffs, but the style was still avant-garde, something that no designer who advocates postmodernism could have created. This was a menswear style that could be traced back at least five hundred years or at most two thousand years. I swear I once saw the exact same one in a museum, with a similar degree of damage.

As for his appearance, I haven't seen it clearly yet.

Because half of it was covered by hair, and the other half was covered in blood, plus a breathtakingly thick beard extending from his nostrils down.

The beggar under the overpass near my house has a much neater, tangled beard than he does.

Therefore, I really don't understand how I had the courage to fight this savage on the mountaintop. At this moment, his gaze was fixed on me, like a jackal or tiger staring at its prey, for a long time without getting tired of it.

However, the intense excitement in their eyes could not effectively conceal the madness, disorientation, and confusion within.

He opened his mouth; at least his lips were still pleasing to the eye, not hidden by his beard. He had an extremely chapped yet beautifully curved mouth, now stained with blood. He moved silently, and I only heard a few hoarse "ah-ah" sounds before making no other noise.

Perhaps he is mute; that's the only conclusion I can draw.

And there's no doubt he's a madman.

Furthermore, he wasn't angry about being hit; instead, he hugged me from the front again.

I smelled a sour and fishy odor on his shoulders, which didn't tell me whether he hadn't showered for a month or two, but his clothes were too tattered to cover his body.

However, his breath was warm, and the cold wind blowing in the wild made me feel comfortable, even though I was only wearing pajamas.

The hug was brief and gentle. He didn't tighten his grip on me anymore. He released me, touched my face with his deformed fingers, and smiled foolishly at me again.

I didn't make another move. After this series of actions, I didn't even dare to resist in the slightest. Because he was tall, if he grabbed my arm, his fingers would be like vises. When he hugged me, I even knew he wasn't using any force, but I couldn't move an inch.

If I were to wrestle with him in the wild, the outcome would be far too predictable.

Fortunately, although I love cleanliness, I am not a germaphobe. I can tolerate the pus and grime on his exposed skin and ignore his horrifying face. I just beg him not to tear me apart or eat me. I'm afraid of pain.

They were also afraid of dying.

A gust of wind blew by, and I shivered. His eyes showed worry, and the next moment he suddenly grabbed my arm, and with a gentle push of his other hand, he spun me around and wrapped his arm around my waist, and flew away with me.

"ah--!!!"

This time I actually cried out, only to find that the silent valley, the two silent people, their hands trembling as they endured without daring to make a sound, were truly too quiet, eerily quiet, and there was even a deathly aura about it.

He was carrying me through the air, and I gripped his neck tightly. The wind howled in my ears, and I screamed incessantly. I felt like I might strangle him to death, but my fear of heights made me afraid to open my eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped. My feet touched the ground, and I felt his hand move away from my waist.

I felt dizzy and kept my eyes tightly closed.

Then he gently poked me twice with his finger. I'm timid and didn't dare to disobey, so I opened my eyes.

Looking around, I found myself in a cave with a rocky roof. The entrance was large, but the cave itself was shallow. The semi-open structure allowed for ample light and shelter from the rain, but it wasn't very windproof.

The savage next to me poked me again. I turned to look at him and found that he was gesturing with his hands outstretched. He was indeed mute. However, I don't know sign language, and neither does he, so I couldn't understand his gestures.

However, I still gave him a silly smile, because I was afraid that if we just stared at each other, he would get impatient and slap me flat.

He pointed outside, then pointed inside. I looked outside; the sun was setting, and the weather was fine and sunny.

I looked inside; it was spacious yet dark, nothing special.

At this moment, he patted my arm, but didn't gesture anymore. He opened his mouth and mouthed, "You, here, wait, for, me."

It turns out he wasn't a pure-blooded savage; he could even speak human language.

He spoke each word very slowly, as if afraid I wouldn't understand.

Seeing that I nodded, he, with his long, messy hair disheveled, vanished in a flash.

"Oh my god..." I finally slumped down and let out a long breath.

What happened? Just a second ago I was dreaming of spending money like water. Tomorrow is Boxing Day, and I was all ready to fight for it. I was so excited that I checked my phone's ringtone several times before going to bed. How did I end up here when I opened my eyes?

And now, where am I?! Even if time and space have flipped, do you really have to throw me off this godforsaken cliff? Could I have somehow ended up in some ancient caveman era? Otherwise, what was that thing that just ran out of here? Was it someone like me?

Although he was miserable—his appearance, smell, and taste were all terrible—I still had to reluctantly admit that he must have something wrong with his head. Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought me, a complete stranger, to a place like this and seemed to treat

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