Gu Xingmiao couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Seeing Wong Tai Sin being humiliated, her depressed mood became a little better than before.
Let him not cultivate his own moral character and play tricks every day -
However, Gu Xingmiao has not yet realized why only his own speech can affect Huang Daxian's energy fluctuations, while other humans are silent.
She just thought it was good that Wong Tai Sin would behave himself for a while after being humiliated.
"This... this thing is dead?" Qi Bufan was shocked and confused.
Huang Daxian was so angry that he revived. He gritted his teeth and looked at the man who gave him hope and despair: "You are the one who died."
Qi Bufan laughed: "This old thing has quite a bad temper."
Wong Tai Sin crawled back into his bag, too lazy to pay attention to these humans, and felt sad all by himself.
It needs to be left alone.
Because it is impossible to find the exact direction, and after entering the copy of the Old Land, the compass is not 100% useful -
Everyone can only choose a direction in the decision-making process and move in that direction with the minority obeying the majority.
As long as there is enough food and water, we can always leave this obviously deserted place.
one day.
Two days.
Three days.
Four days...
When time is written into words, people always feel that time passes quickly. However, if you become the protagonist of this time, you will find that this time passes so long and unbearable.
It's so desolate here.
This desolation is different from the desolation on the surface of the ancient earth. At least one can clearly feel that there are still some small animals alive under the dead grass.
Unlike the ancient Earth, there are no living things under the yellow sand, only the long history left over from the past.
"How many days will it take to walk like this?" Qi Bufan.
"I feel like if we keep going down like this, we won't have enough water to drink..." As a rich second-generation, Qi Bufan was obviously a little impatient with this kind of forced journey.
But seeing that his brother could remain so calm, he suppressed his impatience.
He didn't know why no one let him ride the San Nian Xing Hu. If he rode the old thing, he could go to the place he wanted to go in a short time. Why would he need to walk like this?
It was not until Yue Chuliang slowly explained a story he had heard before that Qi Bufan calmed down.
After hearing this, Gu Xingmiao had a better understanding.
However, he hadn't expected that old items would have to play different roles in different copies, and not all copies could be used recklessly.
For interstellar humans, in the "copy", it is as if they are immersed in the dimensional world of ancient culture and integrated into that world.
If you were to use high technology to mess around in an ancient agricultural world, you would be treated as a ghost. Even if you were not burned to death on the rack, you would not be able to obtain old things.
If someone enters a modern instance and insists on acquiring various artifacts with special abilities, they will be considered as being superstitious and will not be able to obtain old artifacts, or...
The method of obtaining old items is different in each copy, and may be obtained in ways that the participants themselves have not expected.
Humans who enter the copy must develop their behavior under the background conditions that conform to that script. Of course, if no one else sees it, they can behave however they want.
For safety reasons, the few people who finally entered the copy were determined to act with caution.
I don’t know how long I walked, but the live broadcast screen hanging in the sky experienced one sun and moon after another.
Finally, when they looked into the distance, they seemed to see a distant point. As they got closer to that point, they found that those were buildings.
It was not until they arrived completely and could clearly see the location of the buildings that Gu Xingmiao discovered that the houses had a somewhat retro style.
The building was covered in dust and you could even see many spider webs. There was still no sound around, as if this place had been deserted for a long time.
I thought of those buildings quietly waiting for something here.
But compared to the retro style, this new style is more like...
Modern renovated building.
The sense of familiarity soared.
Gu Xingmiao's heart sank slightly, and she didn't know what emotion it was.
"There seems to be words written on this doorplate." Yue Chuliang said.
Gu Xingmiao and several others walked over and saw a few crooked words written in red paint on the worn wooden board.
"It looks like ancient writing."
"What looks like ancient writing? This is definitely ancient writing. Looking at the horizontal stroke, the vertical stroke, and the vertical stroke, this construction method doesn't look interstellar at all."
"That's the original text in the dungeon. But this time, it's at least easier to read than the dungeons I've been to before. In the dungeon I was in before, the characters there were so densely packed together that I couldn't understand a single one. They looked like little bugs..."
The strokes of the font in front of me are obviously truncated, making it extremely difficult for people who are not familiar with the characters to recognize.
But Gu Xingmiao could clearly see the word in the middle.
install.
Safe An.
More likely...
The An of Chang'an.
Her naturally hanging hands pressed against the edge of her pants, her fingers seemed to be slightly clenched, and the fingertips were pinched white.
She suppressed her speculation and followed the others to explore deeper.
But apart from that sign, the crowd did not find any other words.
Even if you walk inside, you will see more ancient buildings of various styles.
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