Chapter 601

Three days later, Jiang Feng could almost get out of bed normally.

Although said to be able to get out of bed normally, in fact it's just barely able to Standing up and walk a few steps of Path; if he walks fast he still gets out of breath.

But compared to the previous few days when he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand, he has improved a lot.

During these three days, that man comes Three Times every day, Each Time with that Pottery Jar, Each Time with that dark medicinal soup.

Jiang Feng sleeps after finishing the drink, and drinks upon waking; there's nothing else to do.

He tried to talk more with that man, but the man was clearly not a talkative person, answering in one sentence for every three questions, and that sentence was no more than five characters.

Jiang Feng simply stopped asking.

He only knows his name is A Feng, and remembers nothing else.

As for everything else, he doesn't know any of it.

On the evening of the third day, after Jiang Feng finished the medicine, he felt some strength return to his body.

Supporting the grass mat, he slowly Standing up; his legs trembled a bit, but he was Standing.

He took a deep breath and stepped toward the doorway.

The grass curtain was lifted, and light poured in.

He squinted his eyes, waiting until he adapted before he could see clearly the Outside scene.

The grass hut is built at the foot of a big Mountain, the Mountain so high its peak cannot be seen, half of it hidden in clouds and mist.

Directly opposite the grass hut is a large lake, the lake water very calm, dark blue to the point of black, the opposite shore cannot be seen.

Jiang Feng slowly walked out, Standing at the doorway, looking around.

To the left is a Mountain cliff, rocks plunging straight into the lake water, with no Path.

To the right, after walking several hundred steps, he was also blocked by another protruding Mountain cliff.

He turned back, then walked along the lakeshore for a stretch, having looked everywhere front, back, left, and right, and found no Path to exit.

In other words, he is trapped in this small area between the Mountain foothills and the lakeshore.

Jiang Feng frowned, walking back to the grass hut's doorway.

The man was sitting on a large Stone by the lake, holding a fishing rod, fishing quietly.

His posture was casual, the fishing rod slanting toward the water surface, the float motionless.

Jiang Feng walked over and was Standing behind him.

The man did not turn his head, nor did he speak.

Jiang Feng also remained silent, just Standing there looking.

The lake surface was very still, the water deep blue, growing deeper with distance, at the edge of vision it almost turned black.

No fish could be seen in the water, nor any aquatic plants, it was unnaturally clear.

After a while, the float moved.

The man did not rush to lift the rod, waiting for the float to sink a little more before gently raising his hand.

The fishing line was pulled out of the water, with a fish hanging on the hook.

It was not big, about the length of a palm.

But that fish's appearance is strange. Its body is almost transparent, allowing the silvery-white Bone inside to be seen through its skin.

After being pulled out of the water, its Mouth opened and closed, making a sizzling sound, as if discharging electricity.

Jiang Feng had never seen such a fish before.

The man took the fish off the hook, looked at it, shook his head, and casually tossed it back.

The fish drew an arc in the air, and before it landed, a furry figure darted out from beside Jiang Feng's Foot.

It was that small creature.

It Jumping up to seize the fish, landed on the Ground, flicked its tail, then lowered its head and began to eat big mouthfuls.

Its eating was uncouth, juice flowing from the corner of its Mouth, it didn't care, eating until its eyes narrowed, making gurgling sounds.

Jiang Feng watched it, feeling a bit amused, but didn't laugh out loud.

The man cast the rod again, continuing to fish.

Jiang Feng hesitated a moment, then spoke.

"I want to leave Here."

The man's hand was steady, the fishing rod utterly still.

"Given your condition, going out would be seeking a dead-end Path."

His tone was flat, without much emotion.

Jiang Feng froze for a moment.

"My body has improved a lot."

"Improved a lot?"

The man turned his head to glance at him, his gaze sweeping over him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, unclear whether it was a smile or something else.

"How far do you think you can go?"

Jiang Feng opened his mouth, but couldn't answer.

He really doesn't know. He doesn't even know what Place this Here is, let alone what the Outside is like.

"Then how long must I stay Here?"

The man turned his head back, looking at the lake surface.

"Wait until you remember who you are, then you can leave."

Jiang Feng's brows furrowed tightly.

"Or..."

The man paused.

You can also find your own way out.

Jiang Feng looked at the vast lake, then at the towering Mountain wall with no top in sight, and fell silent.

Here, what Path is there?

The man seemed to see through his thoughts, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, and he said nothing more.

Jiang Feng did not ask again.

He began to search on his own.

Along the lakeshore walked many Circle, every inch of ground had been seen, there was no trace.

He again tried the waterside.

The lake water looked very calm, but as he just squatted down and reached out to touch the water surface, his Fingers felt a stabbing Bone chill.

That cold was not ordinary cold, but like a needle prick, from Fingers all the way rushing to Shoulders, the whole arm went numb.

Jiang Feng quickly pulled his hand back, placed it beside his Mouth and exhaled, only after a while did he recover.

He Standing up, looking at this lake, a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

Here everything was rejecting him.

It was not that intentional rejection, but an Instinct rejection.

It seemed he originally did not belong Here.

It was only that the man forcibly brought him Here!

Jiang Feng couldn't explain this feeling, but it was real.

The air made him uncomfortable.

Here the air was too thick, thick to the point that Each Time Breath felt like drinking very thick porridge, the throat was clogged.

Walking also made him uncomfortable.

The ground under his Foot was clearly flat, but with each step he felt his legs very heavy, as if something was pulling him down.

It was not fatigue, but the feeling of being pressed by something, from head top to Foot bottom, all directions had it.

What made him most uncomfortable was that intangible feeling.

He felt himself very insignificant.

Just like an ant standing in the human world, everything around it was bigger and stronger than it, and could easily crush it.

Jiang Feng had never before had this feeling.

But he could feel that in this Place, he was nothing.

That man said he was seeking his own death, and it seems true.

Jiang Feng walked another Circle, This Time he walked more Slow, more carefully.

He discovered some things he had not noticed before.

There was light on the lake surface.

It was not sunlight, but a kind of very weak light that seeped up from the lake bottom.

That light came and went, like Breath flickering faint and bright, if not paid attention it could not be seen at all.

On the Mountain wall there were patterns.

The lines were very regular, as if they had been carved by something.

Also the sky above.

Here the sky was blue to an extreme, blue to the point of turning purple.

Jiang Feng Standing there, looked up at the sky, that strange feeling in his heart grew stronger.

Here was not his familiar world.

He could not remember what his original world was like, but he could be sure it was not like this.

Here everything was too high, too big.

Too…… strong.

He did not know how to describe it.

He had a very absurd idea in his heart.

This Place, between him and it there was a wall he could fundamentally not see nor cross.

He was not a person of Here.

He did not belong Here.

Here everything was higher than him by a level he could fundamentally not Understanding.

Jiang Feng deeply inhaled a Breath, slowly walked back to the thatched hut.

That man was still fishing at the lakeside, his posture relaxed, as if he had already been sitting Here for a Hundred years.

Lu Wu had finished eating the fish, was lying beside the man's Foot licking his paws, seeing Jiang Feng walk over, his Metal-coloured eyes blinked, then he patter-pattered over, circling twice beside his Foot, looked up at him.

Those big eyes were full of curiosity.

Jiang Feng lowered his head to look at this little beast, reached out and touched its Brain bag.

He gave a bitter smile.

Even this little creature was stronger than him. At least it lived very freely Here, while he himself, even Breath felt like an effort.

Jiang Feng sat down at the entrance of the thatched hut, leaning against the door frame, looking at that vast lake.

Sunlight spilled on the lake surface, sparkling.

But he only felt cold.

Here everything was too unfamiliar, unfamiliar to the point that he did not even know how to Fear.

Jiang Feng closed his eyes.

Only the sound of wind and the gentle lapping of water against the shore reached his ears.

It was very quiet.

It was so quiet that he felt like he was the last person in the world.