"However, I think we'd better figure out one thing first - what is this place?" Xiao Yao reached out and patted the wall beside him. The cell wall felt rough to his touch, but it didn't come into contact with much dust.

This dungeon... has a medieval style and should be very old. Xiao Yao guessed that this place was originally just a medieval building that accidentally entered the other side from the real world for unknown reasons - similar situations are not uncommon, Xiao Yao

I have even seen the first-generation steam train from hundreds of years ago somewhere on the other side - but now it has been transformed into a base by the Dengying family.

"I don't know either...but I still retained a little bit of consciousness during the time we were captured - this was the effect of the 'battle continuation' ability," Dong Bin held his chin and recalled, "Those few

The passers-by discussed whether to take us into the 'Blood River'... Well, you know the Blood River, right?"

"The blood river century-old defense line, the place where the Dengying family and Huangquan have been fighting on the other side for nearly a hundred years, I know this." Xiao Yao naturally has not forgotten the important information that Ying'er accidentally revealed to him.

"Then there is no need for me to explain in detail - but at that time, someone objected to this point of view and said, 'The plan in Blood River has reached a critical stage and no uncertain factors can be allowed to come close.' Then I guess they felt that

We still have some use value, so it would be a pity to kill us directly, so they decided to take us to this place they called a 'prison'." Dong Bin tried hard to remember, "But it's a pity that I was not there before in Huangquan.

I’ve heard about this place.”

"Maybe it's where the Dengying family keeps some prisoners?" Xiao Yao felt that this should be a more appropriate answer.

"It should be so... I just don't know what they are tinkering with in the 'Blood River Centennial Defense Line'. It's definitely not something good anyway."

"That's true. Ye Kong has asked Huang Quan's army to keep attacking there, and the Dengying family has tried their best to defend it. I wonder if there is something hidden there that even Ye Kong is a little afraid of?"

Dong Bin smiled bitterly. After serving as the general of the underworld for a period of time, he had a better understanding of the horror of the night sky: "I hope not, otherwise we will most likely be in the cold."

"Alas," Xiao Yao sighed. All he could say now was finished. Neither of them could analyze anything that could immediately turn the tide and give him something to do.

A little disappointed, "Anyway, let's take a rest first. My reality reset can't be used, so I can only rely on my self-healing ability to recover."

Dong Bin nodded, as if this conversation had exhausted his little energy. He huddled in the corner of his cell like a wounded wolf, probably closing his eyes to rest.

Xiao Yao also sat down, looking very tired. Although it is a happy thing that the familiar Dong Bin is back, the situation in front of him is really not optimistic. If he and Dong Bin can't find any way to create a miracle,

, nine times out of ten, it will be explained here.

"Create... a miracle?" Xiao Yao murmured to himself, his eyelids couldn't help but close, and he felt sleepy involuntarily.

…

fog.

Colorless fog.

The fog covered everything that could be seen.

In Xiao Yao's dream, he could only see such a scene.

The colorless fog carries some kind of special extraordinary energy. Although it seems to be meager, this meager energy is evenly dispersed in the entire fog, which has completely covered a country and is even spreading.

In the mist.

Every breath brings severe burning pain in the lungs, as if what is inhaled is not a simple mist, but a mist that is more harmful to the human respiratory system than the heavily polluted gases brought by the heavy industry in the foggy city of London. There is a kind of

It's even more breathtaking.

These mist seem to be corroding the human body from body to soul. Every breath seems to weaken the desire to survive a lot.

In the fog, you can vaguely understand that this is a very old city, and in the depths of the fog, you can see some vague phantoms flashing past. They have alien bodies and move like beasts.

The way...but you can vaguely see an appearance similar to that of humans.

Xiao Yao didn't know what these aborigines in the fog were, and he didn't have the slightest interest in knowing about them.

"What the hell is this place..." Xiao Yao murmured to himself, looking around in confusion.

I clearly know that this is my dream, and the entire dream is so clear, even every detail of the fog, which is a rare situation.

It's not like falling into a normal dream, it's more like the dream self has strayed into the real world.

this piece

I don’t know what the name of the foggy sea is...what exactly is it?

A somewhat abrupt light penetrated the sea of ​​fog, and the fog instantly dissipated like a stain wiped away by an eraser on paper. It was a golden light that was incompatible with this gloomy fog, but such an incompatible light was

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, it completely dissipated the turbid fog corroding the human soul.

No, rather than being dispersed, it is more like a wounded giant beast choosing to retreat in exhaustion and helplessness when faced with a predator that has the ability to aggravate its injuries or even kill itself.

The light shines on me, but I don't feel the warmth that light should have at all.

It seems to be a cold light, it only has the appearance of light... but does not have the temperature of light, it only has an appearance.

However, in this strange light, someone’s words came out——

"Who are you...it's been a long time...no one has been here for a long time...how many years..."

It seemed to be a man's voice. It sounded like that of a young man, but it had a sense of vicissitudes that had gone through the years. It was as if the trees had grown old after a few years, and no one from the past would meet again.

"Who are you?" Xiao Yao asked with some vigilance.

"I am... you can call me... Qi Rui..." the man replied hesitantly. It seemed that too much time had passed, so long that he himself was not sure of his own name. "Now I am just a little older than myself."

You are just a prisoner locked up deeper."

"Who are you now? Then who were you in the past?"

Qi Rui's voice drifted over: "You should know me... at least know me through something else... Your thinking is too conservative, I can't see too clearly... But, I know one thing

, you have been to Jiu'an City and seen the underground extraordinary research institute, right?"

"What?" Xiao Yao was stunned. Such heavy news was suddenly revealed in front of him.

"How many years? How many years has that place been abandoned?"

"...More than a hundred years ago."

Qi Rui was silent for a long time, and murmured in a low voice with an indescribable tone: "It turns out... it's been a hundred years..."
Chapter completed!