When Lu Ban woke up, he saw a ceiling he didn't recognize.

There was a feeling of oppression on his face, and he glanced and saw a bare foot stepping on his face.

The sole of the foot is white, small and soft. I don’t know why, but I have a sense of déjà vu, as if I have been stepped on many times before.

Lu Ban couldn't help but taste it.

"Uooah, gross!"

A voice came from above, and the foot was raised.

Lu Bende looked up and saw the slender ankles, white calves, slightly fleshy thighs, and what was under the skirt.

Puff——

Lu Ban was stepped on again.

"What are you looking at?"

Got scolded.

If it were some mentally abnormal people with special fetishes, when they saw this, they would definitely come over and shout "get out of the way and let me do it" or "scold me more" and so on.

But Lu Ban is a normal human being with normal thoughts, mental health and extremely high rationality.

He just felt it was a bit salty.

Soon, the foot moved away.

Lu Ban saw that Baobao was sitting on the bed in front of him, with his two soft legs crossed on the soft carpet.

"You're awake."

Leopard said.

Lu Ban slowly got up and first checked his condition.

At least still a person.

In the field of vision, there are some silver spots of light swaying, trying to re-form into meaningful text symbols, but they are fragmented and difficult to sustain.

Lu Ban didn't have any extraordinary items on him, so he tried to materialize a silver revolver [Last Words], and a reassuring weapon appeared in his palm.

Back, but not completely.

"Where is this place?"

Lu Ban looked around and found that this room had a bed, a table, chairs, and windows. Judging from the decoration style, it seemed to be a product of the early last century. There were pens, ink, and open books on the table, but Lu Ban did not recognize the words in the books.

"As you can see, the waste city."

Leopard said nonchalantly.

"Is this a wasteland?"

Lu Ban was a little bit unconvinced.

He walked to the window and looked outside, only to find that the sky was covered with smog. Thick smoke was billowing out of the chimneys of the factories in the distance. On the streets visible from the house, pedestrians were coming and going in an endless stream.

"What era is this abandoned city from?"

Lu Ban turned around and asked.

Baobao was wearing modern clothes, short sleeves and a short skirt, like a junior high school student on a trip.

"The Wasted City only has one era. Under His watch, time here cannot flow backwards."

She said with a smile.

"Didn't you realize that the time you experienced in the Wasted City has always been from ancient times to the present?"

After being reminded by Bao Bao, Lu Ban briefly recalled the few missions he had experienced in the Wasted City, and found that although the speed of time flow in the middle might be different, they were indeed arranged in chronological order. There was no situation where he suddenly returned to the ancient times of the Wasted City and then traveled to the present of the Wasted City.

He didn't care about it before and just thought it was a coincidence.

Now think about it carefully. The Chosen Ones have a strong observer effect and can rewrite history and fix it through the Land of Silence. However, the Old Ones, the Gods above Gods, are even stronger observers. Once witnessed, fate is closed and cannot be tampered with.

In this way, with Charlotte herself existing in the Ruined City, it would be extremely difficult to tamper with the history of the Ruined City.

At least Lu Ban's missions in the abandoned city did not involve anything too extraordinary. Even if it was related to Taoist Heming, it was only the remnant of the other party's will, and in the end Charlotte took care of it all.

As for gang fights and the like, their impact on the entire historical process of the foreign land is minimal.

"Where's Charlotte?"

Lu Ban asked again, he came in front of Bao Bao, the girl's clothes seemed to be a little big, one side of the clothes slipped down from her shoulder, which made people sigh at the slippery old shoulders.

“You are here, and you are still asking Him?”

Baobao looked at Lu Ban with a slightly strange look.

"I want to ask you something else."

Lu Ban didn't understand what was going on. He only remembered that he had solved the rainstorm in the wilderness. Afterwards, he met the [Man of Darkness] and came to a world without any supernatural powers. He met many dead people. Later, he came into contact with some supernatural powers in that world. In the end, he had no choice but to come into contact with pollutants and try to return to the supernatural world.

This is about the end of Lu Ban’s memory.

Further back, there was an ever-expanding mass of flesh, all kinds of crazy and illogical thoughts, and a huge rusty red planet.

Oh, Amber and Shia.

Lu Ban suddenly recalled that he didn't know what happened to those two people.

Although it was just a fake object created by extracting souls, for the two people who were actually dead, it was like a second life.

What's more, the loop has been closed, and what cannot be saved is the original them, not the new them.

And Trist, Hongye, and many more people from that world will have the opportunity to return again.

"I have no idea."

Lu Ban spoke the truth.

"So what's that in your hand?"

Leopard asked again.

Only then did Lu Ban notice that he had been holding a stick-like object in his hand since just now.

This thing looks like a flute, crystal clear, like the bones of some creature.

There are some holes on the stick, which is straight inside and has no branches or vines.

"This is……?"

When Lu Ban picked up this thing, no information related to it came to his mind.

Is this thing non-polluting?

Lu Ban felt strange because the texture was similar to that of his suona. It was obvious that this was not a creation of the human world. Things from foreign lands must have contamination.

Even if the pollution level is low and not enough to cause erosion to the current landmass, the knowledge that comes with the pollution should still exist.

But this thing does not carry any knowledge or pollution, as if it is something that should exist in this world.

"Would you like to blow it?"

Leopard said.

Lu Ban held it up, not knowing where the hole was, so he blew at it randomly but no sound came out.

"Why don't you try it?"

Lu Ban handed the instrument to Bao Bao.

Leopard took it, put his mouth on one of the holes, and then suddenly moved away.

"You blew it, it's so dirty."

"What's so dirty about this?"

Lu Ban found it unbelievable that Baobao actually disliked him.

"Didn't you just lick this?"

Baobao raised his leg again to signal.

"I've already swallowed it."

Lu Ban explained seriously.

"Tsk tsk, disgusting."

Leopard said, picking up a handkerchief from the table and wiping the instrument, trying again, but to no avail.

"Isn't your playing posture wrong?"

Lu Ban looked at the way Leopard's pink tongue slid across the holes on the instrument, and he always felt that something was wrong.

"Give it back to you."

Baobao threw the instrument to Lu Ban.

Lu Ban wiped the saliva-covered instrument with a handkerchief.

"By the way, why are you here?"

He asked again.

"Need I ask? Of course He asked me to come."

Leopard answered as a matter of course.