The old man narrowed his eyes.
The air gradually became stagnant, and the atmosphere became more oppressive than before.
Even though the warm light was still shining on them, Ning Fan and Luo Xiu couldn't help but feel a little cold.
"Why do you say this place is fake?"
The old man asked.
Ning Fan thought for a moment, then pointed toward the lake and asked a seemingly unrelated question: "Old Senior, have you ever caught any fish from this lake?"
The old man's brow twitched.
Ning Fan asked again, "Or in other words, are there really fish in this lake?"
"hehe."
The old man finally smiled: "You have a very cunning eye, boy."
Ning Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, the reason why he dared to question was not because he was so bold as to not take the [Ten Thousand Souls Level] seriously.
However, he felt that since entering Area H, although the other party had given him a great deterrent, they had no intention of killing him.
In this case, considering that the other party knew the secret of the [key] and took Jian Wuchou's coffin away in advance, it can be explained that the other party's ultimate desire may be to go to the upper city.
The existence of Region H has not been for just one or two years.
Soko knew from a very young age that there was a master of the [Ten Thousand Souls Level] in Region H.
This made Ning Fan certain that this old man should not be like Xu Jiang or Lu Yiming, who were born in the upper city but came to the lower city for some reason.
Then, his channel of understanding the upper city should be through oral narration or text and pictures.
When Ning Fan woke up and saw the woods in front of him, the first word that came to his mind was Shangcheng.
For a moment, Ning Fan really thought he had arrived in the upper city.
But when I think about it carefully, I feel that this is unrealistic.
If it was really that easy to get to the upper city, there would be no need for the other party to go to so much trouble to "invite" me here.
Combined with the previous mountain that he could not reach, Ning Fan analyzed that everything in front of him was most likely an illusion.
The illusion created by the old man was a figment of his imagination.
To be precise, it was pieced together by information about the upper city obtained from different channels.
It's like the blind men and the elephant.
In fact, Ning Fan asked the old man if he had ever caught any fish based on his guess.
After all, so far, the illusion created by the old man has no living creatures.
Because the seemingly dense forest did not sway even an inch from beginning to end.
Even the ripples on the lake surface are still.
Therefore, Ning Fan made some bold guesses that everything before him was an illusion.
"Just a random guess."
Ning Fan continued to smile: "Besides, even if all this is true, I still can't stay."
"oh?"
The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't this place better than those dark and smelly alleys?"
"But my family is in that alley!"
Ning Fan was sincere: "The warmth they gave me is much more real than the light."
The old man stared at Ning Fan for a long time and smiled again.
"What if I ask you to bring them all?"
The old man asked again.
Ning Fan shook his head again.
"I dare not."
"Oh? Why not?"
"After all, I still don't know why Senior asked me to come here. Now that my family is here, I'm in a passive position."
After hearing this, the old man turned and looked at Luo Xiu.
Luo Xiu looked very casual.
"I'm just a driver, working part-time."
The old man chuckled and said, "An ordinary driver wouldn't be so calm after going through this."
"Born heartless and foolish."
Luo Xiu shrugged.
The old man ignored Luo Xiu, who was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and looked at Ning Fan again.
"Commander Ning is truly calm. He clearly has many questions in his mind, but he's not in a hurry to ask them."
When he said this, although Ning Fan appeared calm on the surface, his heart was already in turmoil.
Many mysteries should be solved at this moment.
"Is the old man from the upper city?"
Ning Fan asked directly, "Or, are you a descendant of the people of Shangcheng?"
The old man asked back: "Why do you ask?"
"Everything here looks like the Upper City we've heard of. The old man created this illusion more like a yearning for the Upper City."
Ning Fan paused, then changed his tone, "To be precise, it's a yearning for 'hometown'."
Ning Fan knew very little about the old man.
So at this moment, he could only rely on guessing most of the time.
If you guess correctly, you will get a positive answer.
If you guess wrong, you won’t lose anything.
The most important thing is that Ning Fan needs to use this method of speculation to elicit more information that he wants to know.
"My last name is Li."
The old man smiled and said, "You should know about this, right?"
"Um."
Ning Fan nodded.
"Have you ever heard of the name Li Jiushan?"
This question made Ning Fan hesitate for a moment.
Li Jiushan.
Heard of it.
But I haven't seen it.
And from all the information he heard about Li Jiushan, he could feel that the old man was a hero.
The guardian of the lower city.
Now, this old man Li suddenly mentioned Li Jiushan...
"You two are a family?"
Ning Fan asked back.
The old man said slowly: "Same vein, different branches."
Two branches of the Li family.
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