Yurina was a little dazed.

She didn't hear any sound of Lin Qiye climbing up the steep slope, nor did she know when he flew up from the bottom of the slope.

"You're quite skilled." Yurina sighed in Japanese.

Lin Qiye smiled but said nothing.

The two walked along the road on the cliff, one after the other, towards the other side of the road, with the blue sky above their heads.

Yurina walked in front, her bare feet on the gray asphalt road, leaving shallow water stains. The old black cherry blossom kimono seemed a little loose, not like her size, and the sleeves were even cracked, woven together with gray silk threads.

With every step she took, the light pink hairpin in her ball-like black hair would sway gently, reflecting a glimmer of crystal light.

Lin Qiye, wearing a black windbreaker, walked calmly behind her.

In his mind, he quickly sorted out all the known information.

Everything started with the white-haired old man who looked like a king and was riding a small boat in the fog.

He was wearing Wang Mian's mask, the cloak of the Mask team, and a Yi Yuan on his waist. His abilities were also related to time. Lin Qiye was almost certain that the man was Wang Mian...

But the contradiction is that Wang Mian is not that old, and he is far from entering the realm of godhood.

Could it be that he came from the future?

The moment this idea appeared in Lin Qiye's mind, he labeled it as "very likely". It was no secret that Wang Mian could travel through time.

When Instructor Yuan Gang was explaining the Night Watchmen's Medal, he mentioned Wang Mian's achievements. Five years ago, when the Yamata-no-Orochi landed in the East China Sea, Wang Mian consumed his lifespan to travel through time and returned to one hour before the Yamata-no-Orochi appeared, saving the entire city's people.

At that time, Wang Mian was just a newcomer in the "Boundless" realm.

If the future king really breaks through that ceiling and enters the realm of gods, it is not impossible for him to travel through time and return to the past.

The question now is, if this speculation is correct, then from which point in the future did he travel back, and why did he come back?

Was it just to send him to this place?

What about the other team members? Are they here too?

Is this...really Japan?

Countless doubts surged into Lin Qiye's mind. The more he thought about it, the more confused he felt.

Suddenly, he thought of another possibility.

If Wang Mian can manipulate time, is it possible that he sent everyone to Japan a hundred years ago, when the fog had not yet appeared?

Lin Qiye suddenly raised his head and looked around.

At this moment, the two had walked out of the road and came to the city streets.

We are not yet in the city center, and there are few pedestrians on the road. The gray asphalt road is marked with clean white lanes. On the right is a newly opened sea urchin rice bowl shop, and on the left is an electronics store that has closed down.

There were several locked bicycles parked on one side of the driveway, and a black sedan parked in front. Lin Qiye did not recognize the logo, but judging from the shape of the car, it was not a product from decades ago.

Yurina, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped and waited until the traffic light above her head flashed green before continuing to move forward.

This is definitely not the Japan of a hundred years ago.

This is a modern city.

Lin Qiye gave up the idea of ​​returning to the past and continued to ponder the nature of this place...

Since there is no time travel, how did this country that is not shrouded in fog come into being?

This country should not exist, but he is already in it. He can vaguely feel that beneath this peaceful and beautiful appearance, there must be some unknown dangerous secret hidden.

Unable to figure all of this out for the time being, Lin Qiye could only put it aside for the time being and think about the problem at hand.

Strange environment, strange language, strange culture... The first thing Lin Qiye needed to solve was the language barrier.

I haven't spoken a word and I can't read a word, so it's hard to figure out what's going on here.

But language is not something that can be learned in a day or two.

Just as Lin Qiye was secretly distressed, the two had already walked to the edge of the city. The surrounding buildings gradually became shorter and sparser. Finally, they stopped in front of a deserted open space behind the park.

There are no habitable houses here, and there is not even any lighting. At the edge of this open space, there are only a few containers that look like they have been abandoned for a long time, placed in a messy manner.

Yurina turned to look at Lin Qiye and said in Japanese:

"Follow me and don't make any noise."

After saying that, she made an "X" with her fingers in front of her mouth.

Lin Qiye immediately understood what she meant and nodded.

The two of them tiptoed to one of the containers. Yurina looked around carefully, and after making sure that there was no one else around, she opened the lock on the door and quickly walked in.

Inside the container is a small living space.

There was a worn-out thick mattress that came from somewhere, with two thin blankets stacked on top. Next to it was a simple clothes hanger made of a bent pipe, with two pieces of clothing hanging on it, and some basic toiletries.

On the other side of the mattress, there was a wooden chair. At this moment, a white-haired old lady was sitting there, squinting her eyes, and folding white paper with her wrinkled hands tremblingly.

Although she was slow, her technique was very skillful. In just a few seconds, she had folded out an exquisite paper crane and placed it gently at her feet.

A small mountain of paper cranes had been piled up under her feet, submerging her shoes.

She heard the door of the container being pushed open. She slowly looked up and saw the petite figure. A bright smile appeared on her old mouth.

"Xiaoyouli, you're back?"

"I'm back." A smile appeared on Yurina's little face, "Grandma Tsuru, I brought back a guest."

"Any guests?"

Hearing this, the old man's eyes fell behind Yurina and saw the man in the black windbreaker.

She gently put down the white paper in her hand, placed her hands on the handles of the chair, and tried hard to stand up from the chair. Her legs were trembling a little on the ground.

"A guest has arrived... Come on, take a seat. I'll go make a cup of tea for the guest."

"Grandma Tsuru, please sit down. Leave the entertaining of guests to me." Yurina hurriedly supported her and said as she helped her back to the chair.

Grandma Tsuru opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but her body really had no strength left, so she could only follow Yurina's force and sit back in the chair.

Yurina turned around and saw Lin Qiye still standing at the door, his brows slightly furrowed.

"What are you still standing there for? Come in and close the door, or else others will see us here."