Latent Syndrome

Chapter 538 537. Wanling City

Entrance to Wanling City.

Anonymous and his group were already standing at the foot of the giant wall.

There are countless portals here that can connect to any plane. Any door-shaped object can be a portal, a city gate, a window, a bridge, or even an open cabinet.

Almost half of the portals will only appear if you have a key. Of course, these keys are not keys in the traditional sense. They can be an idea, a piece of music, a prop, or anything else.

Just as there are only concepts in the deep world, what these doors lead to is not as simple as a location, but to thousands of weird dimensions, spirits, and wills.

If you are not careful, you will be completely lost in the City of All Spirits, and you will never recover.

Some huge portals that have been open for a long time are affected by the force field, and things will pour out of them, forming a variety of floating "islands" filled with various contents, each of which is different.

The positions of these suspended islands and even portals are not fixed. They float in the air with elusive trajectories, fast or slow. In that wonderful trajectory, they do not collide with each other. These islands are full of strange things and full of strange things. There are dazzling urban buildings of various styles or chaotic objects with unknown meanings. The structure is completely disordered and there are countless kinds of arrangements and combinations. The gloomy Gothic style of flying rib relief, or the charm of ancient temples with beveled black tiles, or the dilapidated buildings where the weak gather. Vast shacks, or high-rise glass curtain wall reflection rooms, form a neon city, etc., etc., intertwined and melted, extremely abstract.

The reason why they are suspended in mid-air and will not fall is just because Wanling City is extremely complex and is attracted by a weirder field.

According to Big Shock.

Wanling City is divided into suspended islands, underground, and city clusters "hanging" on giant walls.

Anonymous had no way of knowing how vast and terrifying the underground was. Looking at the dilapidated square at the foot of All Souls City, he could only see a wall, if that could be called a wall.

He used his best thoughts, his greatest spirit, and his greatest breadth to try to read through his mind this huge wall that stretched to the left and right and to an unknown height.

I don’t know what this endless giant wall actually is, whether it is a mountain or the edge of the Traveler’s Realm. It is too strange and extremely wide. I don’t know if the huge depressions on the surface are natural ravines or artificial ones. The huge "scratches" dug out are filled with tall buildings, busy traffic, and intricate connections to major suspended islands.

In addition, there are people here who are in danger due to random portals all the time, and it is so chaotic that it can't be any more chaotic.

The nameless person's thoughts were directed towards the entire giant wall, trying to quickly scan it in a diagonal manner, but he was unable to take in all the scenery in a short time.

At this point the nameless person was interrupted.

"Don't forget why you came here."

Selene thought that the Nameless One was in a trance, so she reminded him.

The group of people has arrived at the edge of the City of All Spirits. The dilapidated square is full of ruins of buildings, dead trees and some weird things. It is extremely desolate. There are no tariffs here. You can come and go freely because everyone is Free, if someone chooses to kill and sell goods, that is his freedom.

This seems to be more reliable, as tariffs often only restrict some freedoms in order to gain more freedoms.

Anonymous nodded, and the first priority was to go to No. 169, Wandering Soul Street, to the important place engraved on his tattoo.

"anonymous."

"What is your third wish?"

There are not many dead souls in the square, it can even be said that there are a lot of them, and there are many people who pretend to be gods and do fortune-telling.

In fact, it is not appropriate to use undead to describe these existences in the deep world. Undead are also living creatures in a sense.

The deep world is not a purely geographical concept, and there is no such thing as matter. It is abstract, spiritual, completely conscious, and can exist independently without the help of anything.

When a thing cannot achieve true death and can never be eliminated, it dies in another way.

There are only eternal, complete and truly dead things in the deep world.

When a monster with a distorted face spoke the name of Anonymous.

But there were more than a dozen people looking there.

Nameless is the most common name in the Deep, and is the default title used by some extremely boring souls.

It's just that Anonymous is the most representative character of all Anonymous.

The rest of the Anonymous realized that it might be some kind of scam, and the Anonymous with a scar on his face didn't make any move. Only one guy named Anonymous was very interested and confirmed that the prophet-like hooded monster with a deformed head was attacking. As he spoke, he walked towards the face that was full of intertwined winding tentacles.

"Why the third wish?"

"It feels very awesome."

"Like all people without names, my wish is only to regain my essence."

Anonymous looked at this extremely ugly and weird creature, and was very interested, because the premise was that he seemed to have made two wishes, and both of them had come true.

"This is your first wish."

The prophet monster said so.

Anonymous asked with a question mark on his face, "I don't remember this wish coming true."

He thought, maybe he just lost his memory in the eternal fall, and had actually recovered his essence in a certain reincarnation.

The prophet monster replied.

"No, your wish has been fulfilled."

"The reason why you forget."

"Because your second wish is to go back to before you made the first wish."

"Are you sure now that you want to make the same wish as the first time?"

Since the prophet's face is covered with tentacles, it's impossible to describe his expression.

The nameless person felt greatly shocked.

The other newcomers were also thoughtful, assuming that this monster-like fortune teller could really help people find their own essence, but was that really right?

The ultimate thing that all dead souls long for may just be the abyss of pain that they try their best to let go of.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen fierce-looking people suddenly appeared.

This prophet was arrested by gang members in this area. There is no official management organization in Wanling City. There are only numerous gangs who are responsible for the management of the territory and the development of tourism. There is a certain guarantee. The safety of tourists may not be guaranteed. Guarantee, these people can only guarantee that only they can make money locally.

After working on it for a long time, the gang members explained that the prophet was a fraudster who often used "third wishes" to fill the cups, so that people mistakenly thought that he was really a divination expert. The money-trapping scheme has left many first-timers speechless. This is a typical Wanling City scam, and it is the most basic.

In order to demonstrate, the gang members built an execution platform at the speed of light and clicked.

The prophet was split into countless scattered consciousnesses, and pain overflowed, and all memories melted away.

anonymous:"……"

"Fuck, that was a fucking eye-opener."

"Next, I'm going to No. 169, Wandering Soul Street. It'll be soon."

"you……"

Anonymous glanced at Selene and signaled that she should not follow her. The location recorded on his tattoo was very sensitive. It might contain some truth about the universe or some of his own vital points. Although Selene did help him. There are many, but ultimately she is a woman of unknown origin.

"I know, I have other things to do."

Selene learned from the nameless mouth that he had something called "knowledge type", but that was the identification of a second-rate character in the desert of thought. She wanted to go to the City of All Spirits with this weird little sword full of teeth. The most intelligent people, even in the entire tribunal, can only be equal to a few people.

After Anonymous waited for Selene to leave, he set out towards his true nature, No. 169, Wandering Soul Street.