Dawn of the Grey Tower

My name is Wu Qi, and I am a shaman of the Shale Ministry. I mean, I should be witchcraft, I should be Shalebu … What am I here for? Headman? warrior? No, my arm is too thin, I should not be able to afford the scimitar, and I should not be the leader, because I don’t have the tattoo of the leader. Wait, tattoos? Why do I know there should be tattoos on the right arm of the head man? Yes, the tattoo is the medium, the medium of the headman and the spirit of the ancestors. As for the tattoo of our Shale department, it should be … I forgot it, no, as a shaman, this is too disqualified, I will be dreamed by the father in heaven Reprimanded here. Oh! Shaman, I am a shaman, I am a shaman of the Shale Ministry, my name is witch … Yan? Wu Yan, Wu Yan is still, forget it, I know I am enough.

Where is this? Is it grassland? It should be that there is a feeling of being rubbed by the grass stem below the knee, but the cow dung on the ground is too much, and it takes a lot of effort every time. Also, why is the air here so wet, and why are the clouds in the sky around me? Father taught me, yes, he taught me, this is fog! Yes, fog, fog is the cloud that falls to the ground! They came to the ground because they were exiled by the sky. Poor fellow, I would n’t be too happy if I was exiled.

However, my current situation is no different from being exiled, is it? Where is it? Why am I here? too weird. You can’t see the sky without the sun, and you can’t tell where you are. That’s awful. I started to understand why these clouds were exiled, they are really unpopular. But having said that, the fog will not spread out on its own, and staying in place will not help. Moreover, I faintly felt that something was staring at me, and my eyes couldn’t pass through the fog. I couldn’t determine whether it was good intentions or maliciousness. Keep moving.

When this cloud is in the sky, it will definitely make us unable to see the sun all day, it is too big. No matter how you go, the mist around you is the same. And cow dung under the feet, maybe horse dung? It must be that a large tribe with thousands of heads can raise so many cattle and horses, I hope they don’t mind giving me a little rest. The premise is to find them.

That line of sight is still there, even though I am about to walk, but I can still feel that the line of sight is behind me. But every time I look back, I can see nothing but fog. There is a feeling of being hunted, no, since the other party has not launched an attack, it may be more appropriate to be observed. Should I try to talk to each other?

Shouted several times, that was definitely the loudest voice I ever made in my life. My father never allowed me to make a loud noise. He said that our voices would be heard in the ears of the spirits. Think about it this way, maybe he made his mother dumb just because of this … No, of course not, I was thinking about something, he made her dumb, so I ca n’t hear her voice and learn. Her language cannot tell her past. Effective strategy before I was seven years old.

Speaking of mother, judging from her hair color and skin color, she should be from the south. The carriage was also from the south. How could it be if they knew something? No one will remember a woman who was lost more than 20 years ago. It’s so sad. I will have to consider the issue of heirs in a few years. Who should I find to give birth to offspring? The girl in the tribe? No, there is no look in their eyes, and the spirits will not bless the children born by such women. Wait, why did I start thinking about this?

The clothes were broken. I only found out when the pants under the knee had turned into rags starting from the ankle. Pain and dampness are really difficult to distinguish, aren’t they? If it weren’t for me when I looked back, I saw blood on the blades of grass. Damn grass, this must be the land abandoned by the spirits. Those grasses are all jagged, they tear my pants! This is what I did specifically for prayer and used cloth pants! They simply don’t understand how rare it is to spread on the grassland. Damn the grass.

Well, at least these grasses made me aware of another problem. Apart from the fog, it is very abnormal here. Now I started to wonder what the soft and sticky things were under my feet. It feels like stepping on fat. No, I have to stop thinking like this, and my feet start to feel uncomfortable.

The line of sight is still there, and the grass with jagged teeth is still there. Still several sunsets? It’s hard to say, there seems to be no way to judge the passage of time from the light. But with my physical strength, I may only have taken a much lesser path than I expected. I have always been the one with the worst physical strength. Compared to Wu … Strange, why am I trying to recall a non-existent name? My father and I lived alone in the wilderness, didn’t we? There are not many shamans without tribes. If I can, I still want to find a tribe to join, if they can accept their father.

The fog is thicker, I can only see the two steps in front of me now. I guess I am close to the core of this cloud. If it is spiritual, maybe I can ask it to spread out? Or should I immediately turn around and go in the opposite direction, maybe I can leave the cloud and mist. Forget it, my physical strength is not enough. Although I didn’t feel hungry yet, the muscles in my legs had started to hurt like burning. Even those warriors can’t go this far? After all, their legs are deformed because they ride too much.

I found something strange, it looks like some kind of totem or decoration, maybe a landmark, tell others who is in this territory. However, I have never heard of any tribe that uses knots as landmarks, and the appearance of those knots makes me uncomfortable. It was a knot made of a rope made of branches and grass stalks mixed together. Six different lengths of rope were tied to a branch and inserted into a protrusion made of small stones. A bit like a grave, but the prairie people don’t build graves. And those ropes and branches are obviously calculated accurately, combined according to a certain law that I don’t understand. It is similar to the carving made of bones, and has a certain unspeakable charm.

Anyway, this can be used as a sign, can show me the direction, good news, it seems that the spirits have not forgotten me. It would be better if the signs they gave were not in this form.

The second knot, this one is smaller than the last one, and it is buried in the grass, I would not find it if I almost tripped. Compared to the first one, this knot has only two ropes and a branch. But it reminded me that there might be more similar things hidden in the grass, perhaps before I found the sign. But what are these knots for? I don’t know, my brain can’t answer this question.

More knots. At first glance, I thought I was an individual, but when I got closer, I realized that it was a one-person high knot. Around it, more and more similar things stood. I thought of dry corpses, the kind of corpses that died in the wild and had escaped the jackal’s eating, and they would dry to a similar shape. I know this kind of imagination will make me feel uncomfortable, but, somehow, I can’t stop. I began to wonder if I had reached a place where I couldn’t walk in ~ www.wuxiax.com ~ More and more knots, large and small, some made up of more than a dozen ropes and branches, and some only one or two . I have no time to judge their workmanship. These knots are making me feel worse and worse. I do n’t want to see them anymore, but they are everywhere. All spirits!

I started to run, regardless of physical protest, I want to leave here, no matter what I want to leave here! Wait, damn, there is …

I was tripped, of course, there was a knot in the grass. There are a lot of sticky things on my body, and I don’t want to figure out what that is. When I got up, I saw a **** shadow in front of me. It was very big, bigger than the tents of all the tribes I had seen. Maybe I ran to the southerner’s territory and the shadow was their castle? Anyway, I plan to check it out. Just hope there are no knots there.

Mistakes, huge mistakes. Shadow is not a castle, it is a tree! It’s too big, how can it be so big! And why are the knots on its roots and trunks …

No, no, no, the knots are connected together, like a spider web! I saw what was inscribed on the root of the big tree behind the spider web, no matter what it was, I was going to see it.

I saw! I saw! I saw…

“Calm down, no matter what you see, what you hear, now you are back.”

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