Lu Ban had only met that lady once, and they could not even be considered as fellow travelers.

Judging from this veil, Zitang should have gone through some more missions after that and improved her strength, but in one of the missions, she failed and suffered inhuman torture and strong pollution, and eventually became like this.

"So, these item levels might be the degree to which these items or organisms are contaminated?"

Lu Ban gradually grasped the evaluation system of the entire Silent Land.

For example, those [Ordinary] and [Excellent] grade items he had seen before were just a little contaminated, and they had extraordinary powers because of the foreign land they were in.

Skills like [Dimensional Stealth] are very mysterious in Lu Ban's world, but they are basic operations in the Kingdom of Darkness.

Different worlds suffer from pollution differently and have different thresholds for pollution.

As for those who want to reach the level of [Alienation] and survive, probably only the Chosen Ones who have gone through many missions can do so.

Lu Ban even had some more outrageous speculations, that is, many of the goods in [Silent Department Store] are the remains of the Chosen Ones at different stages.

If I die, I don’t know what I will become.

Lu Ban was a little curious.

He pulled his veil back and focused on the clock in front of him.

The clock representing the Wasted City was ticking. Lu Ban raised his hand and turned the pointer to zero.

Click——

The clock suddenly stopped, and the other two clocks gradually faded and disappeared.

The next moment, the bell rang.

Lu Ban heard the heavy voice exploding in his ears and echoing in his skull. A buzzing sound spread throughout his brain, grand and indifferent.

The sound of the bell distorted and changed all the surrounding scenery, and with each sound, the world collapsed.

Lu Ban saw that in the distorted scenery, the cold and indifferent words of the system emerged.

【Soul-Calling Night】

[Some people died, but he is still alive]

[According to the custom of the abandoned capital, the soul of the deceased must be summoned nine days after death. Usually this is a ceremony performed by a master of the Heming School. If successful, the soul of the deceased can return to the recast body and spend happy time with the family again.]

[As for the result of failure, no one knows]

[You come to an old mansion. The owner has just passed away. The night of summoning the dead is coming. You want to explore the secrets, but you are already in danger.]

[Mission Difficulty: Sublimation]

[Mission Objective: Survive until the end of the Summoning Night]

【Cooperative Mission】

[Send an invitation to a Chosen One you know, or accept an invitation from a Chosen One. If there is more than one Chosen One as your companion, the mission will begin.]

[If no one accepts the invitation, the companion will be randomly matched]

[Number of companions: 0/1]

[“He’s back, he’s back, everything is back!”]

"Sure enough, it's a cooperative mission."

Thinking of Trist in the abandoned city, Lu Ban had a feeling that it was not surprising.

He immediately sent out the mission invitation and then began to prepare to enter the foreign land.

Now Lu Ban at least doesn't need to carry too much food. He only needs sunlight, water, air and soil, and he can survive safely for a long time.

He mainly had to explain his final arrangements to others.

I sent a message to Feng Yu, but he didn't respond. Maybe he went to some foreign land for investigation again.

The phone vibrated, and Lu Ban saw that it was a push from the website Dongleme, a discussion about "Jiuliu".

Out of curiosity, he clicked in to take a look.

Unexpectedly, what they discussed here was not the content of the movie, or rather, they were discussing the nine classes of people in the real world.

The highly praised answerer cited a lot of evidence and argued that there was once a period in this world when supernatural powers were manifested, but due to various reasons, these supernatural powers eventually declined, became hidden, and became unknown.

And Jiuliu is one of them.

It was written with good logic and evidence, and it turned up a lot of historical research materials, which made Lu Ban almost believe it.

To be honest, his understanding of Jiuliu was limited to his contact during the mission. It was difficult to explain how Jiuliu evolved from Xuanjun to what he is now.

The person who wrote the answer has done extensive research, and it can be said that no one understands the nine classes better than him.

Lu Ban suspected that Jiuliu's successor might not know as much as he did.

This is the power of imagination.

Only then did Lu Ban realize the impact of cognitive changes.

If before, many veteran audiences who were influenced by Lu Ban's movies might have remained calm and escaped from monsters in an orderly manner when they encountered pollution one day, then now, some audiences with strong martial ethics might still be able to find a way to give those monsters a beating.

In the long run, it will be possible to reduce the pollution level of the foreign domain to a very deep level without making destructive changes to the entire foreign domain.

Three days later, Lu Ban saw the reminder from his companions.

There are two companions on this mission.

"It seems that Lao Cui is finally online."

Lu Ban suddenly felt a lot more relieved.

He made preparations and even bought an ordinary crowbar. He returned to the living room and saw that the clock was still at midnight, motionless.

[Do you want to enter the quiet place?]

【whether】

The system's cold and indifferent words appeared, and Lu Ban clicked [Yes] without hesitation.

In an instant, countless sparks lit up from Lu Ban's fingertips, and suddenly, he was surrounded by the dazzling light.

Click——

The clock moved one tick, and Lu Ban saw the surrounding scenery distorted, as if it was sucked into the dial and gathered towards one point. He felt that time slowed down, and everything flashed as if in slow motion.

[The speed of time in the foreign world is inconsistent with that in the main world]

[This time ratio: 2:1]

[Heading to the Wasted City]

The world was shrouded in shadows, and all that Lu Ban could see were hazy shadows. Those shadows took on different shapes, some looked like struggling people, some looked like hideous monsters, and some looked like clouds and mist, with no clear shapes.

All the shadows wanted to break through the barriers and come towards Lu Ban. They were in pain, twisted, struggling, and desperate.

However, the next moment, accompanied by a heavy, grand, and indifferent bell sound, all these shadows were imprisoned back.

Lu Ban saw a huge rusty red planet floating in the sky, but he didn't see the planet's appearance clearly, and he fell infinitely downwards.

Bang——

With a crisp thud, Lu Ban sat down on a chair.

His vision gradually became clearer, and he found himself in a hall.

This hall looked old, with thick spider webs in the corners. The wood had become loose and brittle after being damp, moldy and exposed to the scorching sun. Even the chair Lu Ban was sitting on felt old and greasy. He remembered that the handle of the hoe he found in the dilapidated house when he returned to his hometown had the same feel.

The table top was a little soft, as if it had just been taken out of the water after being soaked for a long time, dried by the wind, and had not yet seen the sun.

Even though it was daytime, it still felt gloomy and cold.

“You’re here.”

A familiar voice sounded beside me.