After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 52 Nobody's World

   There is nothing in the water except air bubbles.

  No impurities, no sand, no aquatic plants.

  Interestingly, he was able to breathe smoothly, like a fish in water, without any suffocation.

  But he was very annoyed. He would never do this kind of dangerous job of helping people find the way. It was just that he was directly swept away by Yu Jin, the commander of the Gale Army, and he was beaten here.

   To put it bluntly, the cultivation base is low.

   In the past, I didn’t feel like being a dominator in Heishui City. Later, I met Nian Songyu and Sun Guoshi, and then went to Panlong City to explore. Seeing the crisis approaching, this point of cultivation became weaker and weaker.

  It would be great if he was stronger.

  The body sank rapidly, and the ground directly below was dark, like a bottomless pit.

   Just before he sank into the boundless darkness, He Lingchuan seemed to see a dark red figure.

   That thing seems to be very big, looming around him, and the exposed part of the body should be cylindrical.

   Well, it's like a bucket, but it's magnified countless times.

   Most importantly, this thing moves!

  It's a pity that He Lingchuan didn't have time to take a closer look, it was dark in front of his eyes.

  …

   When he opened his eyes again, the scene changed again.

  I was standing by a small stream, the water just below the instep was very clear, and the gravel was also very clean. A small river prawn was attacking his boots.

  The water peanuts and wild radishes by the stream are gratifyingly green, and there are several farms not far away, and the smoke from cooking is curling up.

  He Lingchuan touched his body and found that the clothes were dry and not wet by the blood in the well at all. It seemed that it was just a channel.

  He climbed up the low **** from the valley, and was stunned as soon as he raised his eyes.

  The plain in front of me is full of vitality, the large wheat fields are turning green, and the green trees beside the fields are a bit sparse, but the tallest ones are three to five feet tall.

  Shoutian's hut was dotted sporadically, and He Lingchuan also saw a water bag hanging from a nearby tree branch.

   In the distance, a big river is surging, dividing two plains.

  At the other end of the river, the stratum is much higher than here, and it looks like a giant crocodile lying by the river from a distance.

  The most important thing is that the shape of the edge of the plain is unique and familiar.

   Could it be... Chipa Plateau?

  He Lingchuan jumped down the **** and walked towards Chipa Plateau.

  The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the air is mixed with the damp smell of earth and grass. Walking in the idyllic pastoral, one feels relaxed and happy.

  Especially for those who have just come from the deserted city.

  However, the more serene the more weird.

  He Lingchuan walked straight for hundreds of feet, passing through a village with a hundred families, but he didn't meet a single person.

  The scale of this village is really not small.

  Fields, farm houses, everything was quiet, and he went door-to-door to check the empty houses. But there is a kitchen where the thick noodle steamed buns are all steamed.

  He didn't dare to eat it, but took out a steamed bun and squeezed it, it was soft and hot.

  People, where are they?

  Passing through a wheat field, a white butterfly just happened to come oncoming.

  He Lingchuan stretched out his hand a little, and his fingertips passed through the butterfly.

   Nothing.

fake?

  He found a green grasshopper in the wheat field again, poked it with his finger, and it was also air.

  These living creatures are illusions.

  But the touch of wheat seedlings is very real. He cut off a bit of seedling core, put it in his mouth and chewed it, it was astringent and bitter, just the taste that grass sprouts should have.

   At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the wheat field, and a living creature jumped out.

  He Lingchuan was taken aback, and even drew his knife halfway, only to realize that the person who came was actually a Sand Bandit.

  This man is the second cousin of Situ Han's brother-in-law, whose nickname is Mao Tao, and he only got this nickname because he is thin and small and has a beard on his face.

  He was taken aback when he saw He Lingchuan, and then he was overjoyed: "Young Master, you are fine!"

   "Where are the others?" He Lingchuan looked around and found that only one of his teammates had come, "Also, why is there a fire on your shoulder missing?"

   "It was taken away by the national teacher and put on the candle." Mao Tao's face turned bitter, "Then he pushed me down. Where is this, Panlong... wasteland?"

  Anyone with eyes can see the weirdness of this place. "Is this place fake, illusion?"

   "Yes." He Lingchuan guessed Sun Guoshi's purpose at once, "They use you to find the way, so they will come down soon."

   The two walked forward together, and He Lingchuan asked him: "When you passed the scene... no, after you fell into the pool, did you see anything?"

   "It's just light red blood, but it didn't choke me. Then I came here in the blink of an eye."

   "Nothing else?"

  Mao Tao thought about it carefully: "No. What did you see?"

  He Lingchuan shook his head.

   Seeing the huge unknown object in the pale red pool water, is he dazzled?

   After walking for more than half an hour, the two finally approached the Chipa Plateau.

  The river level in front of me is gentle, the width is about three feet, and the water flow is neither rush nor slow. He Lingchuan knew that this should be the moat of Panlong City, but it was far less deep and wider than what he had seen before.

  Walking westward along the river bank, it took another quarter of an hour before Panlong City finally appeared in sight.

   "That, that!" Mao Tao exhaled, "Is that Panlong City?"

  Panlong City is still in exactly the same location, the lower pass of the Chipa Plateau. But it doesn't look as grand as it does in the desert.

  The city walls are not that high or thick, and there are not even crocodile vertebrae on the wall stacks.

   When the two of them approached the Tiansheng Bridge, they found that the bridge deck was covered with bluestones, many of which had been cracked, and the seams were filled with moss and stains.

  After crossing the bridge, the city gate is still there, but the door panel is not hemlock, but an ordinary iron-clad thick wooden door.

  The defense hardness of this kind of city gate is not much different from that of Heishui City.

   But there were still two people standing under the city gate, waving at them.

  Nian Songyu and Sun Fuping.

  He Lingchuan frowned secretly when he saw them, but when he stepped forward, he looked surprised: "Why are there only you two? Where are the others?"

   "The soul of the Dafeng Army called for reinforcements, and the Governor of He led people to stay behind to keep the enemy away from Chijing." Sun Fuping said, "This is the territory of the Dafeng Army, we can't fight them here."

  Otherwise it is a dead end.

   What he said seemed to make sense, but He Lingchuan thumped in his heart, knowing that he had to be extra careful, but his face was very dissatisfied: "Father is so unkind, he left me alone here."

  Sun Fuping didn't even bother to respond, he just asked: "By the way, how long have you been down?"

   "About... two hours?" He Lingchuan turned around and pointed, "I landed in the village over there and climbed up from the river."

  Sun Fuping's face changed slightly, Nian Songyu pointed to Mao Tao and said, "Why? I came down right after this fellow. He is only a few dozen breaths later than you."

  The national teacher pondered: "The four of us came down one after another, but we all appeared here at different times. That is the problem of the flow speed. This is really not just an illusion."

  Yes, whoever comes down will first define this place as an illusion.

  (end of this chapter)