After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 57 The Dafang Pot That Doesn’t Exist

  The dead man was covered with a straw mat, and there were still a few pieces of dry skin hanging on his skull, making him look particularly hideous.

   "The skeleton seems to be complete."

  Nian Songyu also jumped down, looked closely, and suddenly his face changed color: "It's complete, but not all are in the original position."

  He pointed to the dead man's hands and feet, which were still covered with mud: "Dig the soil."

   At this time, He Lingchuan had no choice but to follow through honestly.

   After digging it out, everyone let out a long sigh.

   "He was eaten too?!"

  Several bones were clearly charred and knife-marked.

   "Eat it first, then bury it?" It was Nian Songyu's turn to be puzzled, "What's so special about this person?"

   "Here!" Mao Tao just dug open the grave soil on the other side, and found that the deceased was holding something in his hand.

   I took it out and saw that it was a lambskin package.

  Rao is Sun Fuping who has experienced people, and his heartbeat can't help but speed up at this moment.

  Finally one step closer to the answer.

  He untied the sheepskin with his own hands, and there lay a notebook inside.

  Everyone watched him open the notebook with excitement, the words inside were densely packed, and the more it got to the back, the more scribbled. The insulation of the sheepskin keeps it well preserved, except that the paper is yellow and brittle.

   Then, I can’t understand it, I can’t understand it.

  Everyone can only wait for the national teacher to translate, but Sun Fuping reads word by word slowly, for fear of missing a little bit of useful information, and he has to think while reading.

  He Lingchuan couldn't bear it any longer, went outside for a quick soak for a headache, and came back just in time for Sun Fuping to raise his head to drink water.

   "National Teacher, what is written in the handbook?" He pointed to the grave bag, "Did this dead man write it?"

   "No, it's the suicide note left by his companion who buried him and the last member of this Baling expedition." Sun Fuping said calmly, "This person is Zhu Gen's disciple, Tao Bo."

"This handbook records the process from the time he took over the task from Patriarch Zhu Gen until the entire army was almost wiped out. They found the entrance to the illusion in front of the temple in the deserted deserted city, triggering the crazy sand season in advance, but then they were attacked by resentful souls .Especially the strong wind army, causing heavy losses to the whole team, only five people escaped here, and the resentful spirits never came after them."

"I won't go into details about the previous process, we have all experienced it. The focus is on the future: after they entered the illusion, they failed to achieve their goals. No more food."

  Sun Fuping spoke slowly and in detail, not just to explain the three people's doubts, but for himself to digest and ponder these contents slowly.

"This place looks peaceful and peaceful, but it's actually no different from a desert, except for the severe cold and heat, but it's not suitable for life. Those who can't get out will end up dead." Sun Fuping flipped a page casually, "These few days In the end, the Baling people were cut off from water and food, so they had to eat their companions. Of course, the victims were determined by lottery. We have already seen their remains in the Chen residence."

  Nian Songyu wondered: "Then what's the matter with this grave bag?"

"The third person who got the death lottery didn't want to be eaten, and wanted to resist, but was killed by Tao Bo and Yu Qingyuan together. This person is very difficult to deal with, and Tao Bo alone can't handle it. After another period Time, it's time for the two of them to gamble their luck, but Yu Qingyuan took the initiative to commit suicide and gave Tao Bo his last chance of survival."

  The three were silent. After living for dozens of days in despair and fear, they have to give up the last hope of surviving. They think they can't do this kind of thing.

   "Tao Bo felt his great righteousness, so he erected this tomb for him, and left his own handwriting as a gift to those who came after him."

   Mao Tao smiled wryly: "It's us unlucky ghosts."

   "Speak carefully." Nian Songyu didn't feel that she was in any bad luck, "Should I write something useful in my notebook?"

"Relying on food, water, and companions, he lived in the illusion for more than sixty days. He searched Panlong City several times, and went to the wasteland a few times. However, there are 30 miles outside the city. No matter how far the border is, you can’t go out.” Tao Bo’s handwriting is equivalent to a diary, and it is inevitable that it is trivial to record what he has seen and heard. Bo, as his disciple and grandson, tried hard to prove it here, but failed. In the end, he even gave up looking for the Dafang Pot, and only hoped to find a way to escape."

   "Of course he also understands that the two are basically the same thing."

"The biggest problem in living in this illusory city is that you don't know where to start. Countless attempts have ended in failure. When Yu Qingyuan also died and he was the only living person left in the whole city, Tao Bo was in a daze for several days. A thought popped into my mind: Could it be that the reason why the Dafang pot can’t be found is because it’s not here at all?”

   All three of them were taken aback: "What do you mean?"

  Without Dafang Pot, how could there be this illusion?

  Nian Songyu's complexion suddenly became very bad: "You mean, we found the wrong place?"

"The wheat fields outside the city and the buildings inside the city all show that Panlong City enjoyed peace during this period and was not affected by the flames of war at all." Sun Fuping said calmly, "Without war, people would not reward the gods, and God Mitian naturally Wouldn't have given a generous pot for war!"

  War is the beginning of all subsequent tragedies.

   Without war, of course there is no Dafang Pot.

   Absurd! Then they came here to die for nothing? Mao Tao wanted to refute, but she opened her mouth and said nothing. He Lingchuan murmured: "It seems like that's really the case?"

  What else can you do here? "If we can't find a way out here, this illusion will be a dead end!" Nian Songyu's eyes flickered, "It is impossible to have such a formation or secret realm in the world, it is unreasonable!"

   There are also life-saving opportunities in artificially arranged dead games, even if the chances are slim, otherwise such a game itself would not be possible. This is the basic law of this world, just like water flows downhill, the sun rises the next day, there is no need to argue. Nian Songyu has learned supernatural powers and understands its principles.

   "So, why does this Coiling Dragon City world exist?" Sun Fuping shook the notes in his hand, "As the direct disciple and grandson of Patriarch Zhu Gen, Tao Bo made a conjecture. Who do you think would like Coiling Dragon City in this period?"

like?

  The three of them looked at each other, and He Lingchuan asked tentatively, "Everyone?"

  An untroubled, quiet, peaceful and affluent paradise beyond the Great Wall, who wouldn’t like it?

"Yes, everyone! All the people who have lived on this land, living and dead, their ideal home should look like this. That's why Dafang Pot was built for them according to the vision of the resentful soul. Such a world!" Sun Fuping continued, "Tao Bo even suspects that the existence of this illusion has been beautified and processed, far better than at any time in the history of Panlong City, so that the resentful souls can stay here with peace of mind."

  (end of this chapter)