The second level of the protective circle is not a netherworld, nor is it an empty space. There are huge ancient buildings standing in front of it. The buildings are very large and stretch to the end of the line of sight. However, there is nothing visible as far as the line of sight.
The figure of a monster looks like a dead city...
The eight hours of game time were getting closer and closer, and Zhang Fan chose to log off.
After browsing the forum for a while, I walked into the lobby. After a while, Qiao Ling'er also went offline.
"How's it going? Did you have fun?" Zhang Fan asked with a smile.
Qiao Ling'er nodded: "It's very interesting to go on mercenary missions with my parents."
Dad, Mom, and Qiao Ling'er have become accustomed to these two titles. At first, they were always shy to say them, but now they feel natural and nothing strange.
After dinner, Zhang Fan chatted with Qiao Ling'er for a while and then went back to his room alone.
After these days of getting along, Qiao Ling'er has gradually adapted to the Zhang family's life, and considers herself the Zhang family's daughter-in-law when she goes out.
The only regret is that the time she spends with Zhang Fan every day is very limited, but she knows that Zhang Fan is currently doing a task, which is very important and related to the life and death of the Twilight Continent, so she is not dissatisfied with it, but feels for her beloved.
She felt proud. She believed that Zhang Fan would definitely take time to accompany her as long as he completed this task.
Entered the game.
Zhang Fan looked around, and it was still the same scene, a lifeless city, the ground was covered with dust, as if no one had been there for many years, spider webs could be seen everywhere, but no spiders could be seen.
This is a weird place.
Zhang Fan kept walking forward along the street, looking around as he hurried on.
For a day, Zhang Fan still had no clue. This ancient city was eerily quiet and lifeless, like a city that was abandoned thousands of years ago and has been preserved to this day.
Moreover, Zhang Fan discovered that this city was astonishingly large, as if it had no end. Buildings of various styles stood here, with almost no repetition, and the styles and numbers were astonishing.
This is a test of one's patience more than the underworld and hell!
Although the netherworld is empty without any objects, the countless contracted evil spirits can always remind Zhang Fan of his existence. However, apart from buildings, there is no breath of life here. It is a real dead city, and it is terrifyingly quiet.
, you may even forget your own existence while walking, and your thinking can easily become rigid.
at night.
Zhang Fan seemed a little sluggish and confused when he came off the assembly line, and the day just passed.
When she came to the lobby, Qiao Ling'er was already offline. Seeing Zhang Fan walking out of the room numbly, she stepped forward worriedly: "Fan, what's wrong? What happened?" Although she has not yet reached the point of understanding, she still
There was an indescribable tacit understanding between her and Zhang Fan, and this tacit understanding made her immediately realize that something was wrong with Zhang Fan.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel that my head is very confused."
Qiao Ling'er thoughtfully said: "Go to bed early after eating, and you'll be fine if you take a nap."
Zhang Fan nodded: "Yes."
However, in the next few days, this situation not only did not get relieved, but became more serious. Zhang Fan's brows almost never relaxed, and his expression was also trance-like, which was worrying.
The greatest enemy of human beings is time, and the greatest enemy of masters is loneliness.
In this dead city without humans or monsters, the suffocating loneliness can torture a top expert crazy!
There are no enemies, no friends, no relatives, nothing here, just the monotonous buildings and the dull lifeless atmosphere. The only thing Zhang Fan can do is to keep moving forward. He doesn’t know how long he needs to walk, and he doesn’t know how long he needs to go.
Not knowing where the end is, this kind of horror is not much worse than the real illusion.
But no matter what, Zhang Fan will persist as always.
"Even real illusions can't trouble me, how can this dead city do anything to me?" Although he was in a daze and very impatient, Zhang Fan's confidence never diminished.
Three days, four days, five days, six days...
Zhang Fan's mission is to keep walking until he reaches the end of the dead city, and use great perseverance to persist in walking through this endless city.
In reality, Zhang Fan speaks less and appears taciturn.
This situation made Qiao Ling'er and others more and more worried, but Qiao Ling'er couldn't help at all. She could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that Zhang Fan could complete that damn task as soon as possible. She didn't want Zhang Fan to be blamed for this task.
And if he stays like this forever, he is not the high-spirited man she remembers.
Zhang Guoqiang, Yang Baolian and Zhang Xiaoling also felt something was wrong, but before they took action, Qiao Ling'er stopped them and told them about Zhang Fan's mission.
When they learned that Zhang Fan was doing a task, in order not to affect Zhang Fan, they suppressed their worries and did not ask any more questions about the matter.
Even if they were worried, they didn't show it, they just kept it in their hearts.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
But Zhang Fan was still in the dead city, and couldn't even see the outline of the edge of the dead city. He knew that the edge of the dead city was still far away from here.
His eyes gradually lost focus, and he walked silently on the street like a zombie, with no expression on his face.
He spent these ten days almost walking, hurried on in the game, ate after finishing the game, rested after eating, and continued to play the game after resting, repeating the same thing every day, the huge dead city was there
His amazing perseverance seemed insignificant.
Fifteen days.
Counting from the time he broke through the second light curtain of the protective circle, Zhang Fan had been walking in the Dead City for fifteen days.
In addition to the ten days spent in the netherworld hell, there are only five days left in one month.
But Zhang Fan still doesn't see the hope of getting out of the dead city. The surrounding buildings are still standing lifelessly, the streets are still covered with dust, and everything is the same...
If he keeps going like this, Zhang Fan will lose himself sooner or later.
Qiao Ling'er's mood became heavier and heavier.
Every time Zhang Fan comes off the assembly line, Qiao Ling'er will encourage him. It is Qiao Ling'er's encouragement that keeps the last glimmer of light in Zhang Fan's eyes from fading.
Seeing Zhang Fan go back to his room to rest, Qiao Ling'er felt very heavy: "Is this the price of a hero?"
No one understands Zhang Fan's pressure better than her. If ordinary people were to bear this pressure, they would have been driven crazy.
"The whole world owes him this!" Qiao Ling'er was very heartbroken. She was even more uncomfortable than Zhang Fan herself. "If anyone else dares to say something wrong with Fan, I, Qiao Ling'er, will never let him go, never!"
Time passed slowly, and Zhang Fan's lonely figure was still traveling through the dead city.
Until one day.
The stone slabs on the ground seemed different from before. Zhang Fan's lowered head could not help but lift up slightly. His unfocused eyes gradually regained focus. I don't know when the surroundings had become different. The buildings were no longer ancient.
Instead of a strange-style dome wooden house, Zhang Fan had never seen such a building, but this did not affect his renewed spirit, because at the end of this row of buildings, a huge city gate was located
Here it is.
"We're here!" Zhang Fan became extremely excited.
This is already the eighteenth day.
In other words, Zhang Fan has used up twenty-eight days, and there are only the last two days left in one month!
At the critical moment, he finally reached the last protective circle.
The protective circle, that light curtain, is not far in front of the city gate.
Zhang Fan's thinking suddenly became active, no longer as sluggish as the previous days, and he quickened his pace.
After passing through the city gate, Zhang Fan let out a long breath.
The dead city finally passed.
"I said that the dead city cannot stop me, and now, I have done it!" A smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face.
However, the size of the Dead City really horrified him. It took him eighteen days to walk through this city. It was hard to imagine how big the area was. Even if it was the Yongcheng City, it would only take him an hour to cross it.
It took him eighteen days to shuttle through the Dead City. Calculated at eight hours a day, he spent a total of 144 hours, which was 72 times that of Yongcheng!
"There are still two days." Zhang Fan frowned, he was a little worried that there was not enough time.
The netherworld took ten days, and the dead city took eighteen days. So will this more unpredictable and final protective circle take more time?
The altar is at the center of this last protective circle, and Zhang Fan is not sure that he can reach his destination within the stipulated time.
At this moment, he was actually a little scared.
He was not afraid of encountering a powerful enemy, but was afraid of running out of time.
But he always had to do what he had to do. Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and within a moment he was in front of the endless light curtain.
"The brave man is invincible!"
"burn one's boats!"
"The Wuji Sword Technique!"
Zhang Fan used three major skills in one breath, and immediately stabbed the light curtain fiercely. He was already mentally prepared. Maybe the life and life recovery of this light screen were better than that of the second protective circle.
The curtain is much stronger and may require a lot of effort to break open.
However, what made him dumbfounded was that this light curtain had no protective effect at all.
His attack fell into the air, causing no damage to the light curtain at all.
Obviously, this light curtain is exactly the same as the light curtain outside the third layer of protection circle, and has no defensive function.
"What the hell is this contract devil doing?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but greet the contract devil in his heart, "You don't want to take this toy with people, do you?"
But this is good, it saves some effort.
Zhang Fan passed directly through the light curtain and came to the world behind the light curtain, a world different from the netherworld and the dead city.
The final decisive battle is about to begin. To be continued.)
