Chapter 209 Overnight

Before I knew it, it was evening.

One after another, hunting teams came out of the wind and thunder restricted area.

The camp became lively.

Fang Zhixing looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and walked in the opposite direction.

Arrived at the restricted area entrance.

Fang Zhixing took out a long rope.

He tied one end of the rope to a tree outside and held it down with a large rock.

Then he entered the restricted area and walked forward, loosening the rope as he went.

Just fifty meters away from the entrance, he stopped.

In terms of the actual scope of the restricted area, Fang Zhixing was just within two meters of the restricted area at this time.

"Well, here it is."

Fang Zhixing tied the other end of the rope to his wrist, then found a big tree and sat down cross-legged against it.

Time passes by little by little.

The sky darkened.

The darkness was so intense that it was as dark as ink and one could not see one’s hand in front of one’s face.

Fang Zhixing turned his head and saw the light at the entrance gradually weakening and finally disappearing completely.

Endless darkness swallowed and enveloped him like a tide.

At this moment, Fang Zhixing felt as if he had sunk to the bottom of the water, and a trace of fear arose deep in his heart.

That is humanity's instinctive fear of darkness.

Fang Zhixing exhaled lightly, stood still, slowly closed his eyes and rested.

He had no intention of sleeping that night.

If you can get through this night, you will succeed.

But after endless darkness descended, Fang Zhixing soon discovered that the sounds around him also disappeared.

The world suddenly became quiet.

It was so quiet! Normally, the restricted area was very lively, with all kinds of strange animals, including flying birds, fish and insects, lightning and thunder, and strong winds, all making chaotic noises.

However, at this moment, it was as if someone pressed the pause button and time stopped!

Fang Zhixing frowned slightly, raised his hand, and carefully felt the air.

He confirmed that there was wind blowing on his skin, and it was quite strong.

But he couldn't hear the sound of the wind at all.

"It's really weird..."

Fang Zhixing adjusted his breathing and heartbeat, and gradually blended himself into the environment like a chameleon, as quiet as a lifeless stone.

"Xiao Xing~"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came into Fang Zhixing's ears.

Fang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly opened his eyes and listened attentively.

"Xiao Xing~"

Another call came, clearer than the last.

"mom?!"

Fang Zhixing's breathing became rapid, and he heard his mother calling him.

"Xiaoxing, my chest hurts so much, give me two painkillers."

Mom is calling out.

Fang Zhixing listened, his brows twisted into a knot, and he quickly put away all distracting thoughts in his mind, and his heart became as calm as water.

Then, the world became quiet.

My mother had passed away a long time ago. Fang Zhixing saw her cremation with his own eyes. Her ashes were buried in the back mountain of her hometown.

“Is this an illusion?”

"How on earth did I have this hallucination?"

Fang Zhixing's brows were twisted into a knot, and a guess emerged in his mind.

In the restricted area at night, without sunlight, the land or plants there may release a toxic gas.

When people breathe in toxic gases, their spirit will be affected and their hearing will be completely lost.

Thinking about...

"Xiaoxing, can you hear me? You are not hallucinating. It is really your mother who is talking to you."

"You are in a very dangerous situation now. You must leave here immediately."

"Look to your left, they're coming."

Mom is babbling.

Fang Zhixing ignored it and calmed his mind.

But the next second, a beam of light shone from the left.

Fang Zhixing turned his head, the dazzling light dazzled his eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to block it.

He looked through his fingers and immediately saw three light sources coming towards him.

Hundreds of meters away, three giant figures appeared in the flickering light and shadow. Their outlines were vaguely human and they were slowly approaching from afar.

Fang Zhixing quickly stood up, knelt on one knee and stared.

“Shhh~Shhh~~~”

After a while, Fang Zhixing heard a burst of noise, like the white noise from an old radio.

The three giant figures, at least six meters tall, came closer and closer with long strides.

Fang Zhixing said nothing, just held the dragon-slaying sword and gathered all his strength.

Soon, the three giant figures suddenly stopped and squatted on the ground at the same time. It was unclear what they were doing.

After a while, they stood up, turned and walked in another direction.

Fang Zhixing estimated the distance and found that the three giant figures were about a hundred meters away from him.

He pondered for a moment, walked around behind the tree, opened his blood-red eyes and stared.

At first glance, the three giant figures did not emit a trace of blood or smoke.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zhixing immediately closed his blood-red eyes.

But almost at the same time, the three giant figures seemed to have noticed something, suddenly stopped, turned again, and walked towards Fang Zhixing.

After a while, three giant figures walked faster and faster and came closer.

Fang Zhixing raised his head and his pupils shrank sharply.

Those three giant figures, with metal shells, were clearly mechas !

The white noise became louder, piercing the eardrums.

Suddenly, one of the mechas raised its hand and pointed towards Fang Zhixing.

The other mechas separated to the left and right and surrounded us.

The next moment, the mecha on the left rushed over and smashed Fang Zhixing with its iron fist quickly and fiercely.

Boom! Dust is flying!

The iron fist sank deep into the mud, leaving a large hole on the ground.

Whoosh! A figure suddenly rushed out from the smoke and dust, leaped high, almost flying into the sky, and jumped onto the top of the mecha.

Fang Zhixing held the Dragon Slaying Sword with both hands and slashed at the head of the mecha.

Boom! The mecha cracked in the middle like tofu, and then turned directly into rust and scattered in the air.

Fang Zhixing was stunned for a moment. The knife seemed to have hit the air without any recoil or feedback.

The mecha on the right also rushed over.

Fang Zhixing did not rush to attack. He observed carefully and noticed that the surface of the mecha was rusty and iron slag kept falling off.

He leaped back, quickly and nimbly, and the mecha ran after him, but it was obviously not fast enough to keep up.

Fang Zhixing felt completely relieved when he saw this.

The mecha looks quite majestic, but in fact its combat capability is average and its quality is very poor, like a piece of junk assembled from a pile of garbage parts.

Fang Zhixing plays cat and mouse with increasing ease.

The remaining two mechas came together to capture him, but they couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

A moment later, the two mechas suddenly fell forward and fell to the ground, breaking apart, with fragments scattering all over the ground.

After a moment, the mechanical fragments rusted and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned into dust and slag, and dissipated.

The world fell silent again, dead silent! Fang Zhixing felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The Transformers that Uncle Wang encountered when he spent the night in the restricted area were probably this kind of mecha.

But this is a fucking ancient martial arts world, where do the mechas come from?

Fang Zhixing put away his dragon-slaying sword, walked back to the big tree in the dark, and reached out to touch the rope.

During the fight just now, he untied the rope from his wrists and threw it on the ground.

"Hey, where's the rope?"

Fang Zhixing searched for the place where he remembered losing the rope. He fumbled around for a long time, got his hands covered in mud, but still couldn't find the rope.

He had to expand the range and feel around within a few meters.

Touching it!

Suddenly, his hand touched something hard and flat, which seemed to be a slab of stone.

He touched forward again, and soon the outline of a rectangular stone slab appeared in his hand.

"What are you touching, young man?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Fang Zhixing felt a little startled, looked up, and suddenly froze in place.

There was a stall not far away, selling rag dolls.

Behind the stall was a stall owner, a middle-aged man with narrow eyes and a goat beard, who was leaning his head to look at him.

Fang Zhixing stood up suddenly, looked around quickly, and found himself on a long street.

The streets are decorated with lights and people are coming and going, as if they are celebrating a festival.

Fang Zhixing took a breath of cold air and turned to look at the city wall behind him.

The plaque hanging on the city wall clearly reads "Lingquan Town".

"Oh my god!"

Fang Zhixing's face quickly darkened. He immediately walked towards the stall owner and asked, "What day is today?"

The stall owner smiled and said, "It's a great day. The new emperor has ascended the throne. Good days are coming for us ordinary people!"

Fang Zhixing asked, "Are you talking about Emperor Mu Yuan?"

"Yes!"

The stall owner nodded repeatedly.

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, took out a gold note from his pocket and handed it over, saying seriously: "I want to buy a rag doll."

The stall owner was overjoyed. He took the gold note and looked at it. Suddenly he was stunned. He turned the gold note over and over again and asked in confusion: "What is this?"

Fang Zhixing asked, "Don't you know the gold ticket?"

The stall owner asked, "Who doesn't know what a gold note is, but I've never seen this kind of gold note before. Could it be fake?"

Fang Zhixing thought to himself, "As expected."

If he traveled back to the first year of Mu Yuan, people at that time would probably not recognize the gold notes of today.

"Forget it, I don't know. I won't buy it."

Fang Zhixing took back the gold note and asked the stall owner, "Who is the best master in Lingquan Town?"

The stall owner gave a thumbs up and said, "Of course it's Uncle Sheng Baoquan Sheng."

Fang Zhixing understood, quickly asked for Sheng Baoquan's address, and rushed over.

A moment later, he arrived at the door of the largest mansion in the town, and saw that the door was locked from the outside.

"Sheng Baoquan should also be attending the temple fair tonight."

Fang Zhixing quickly came to his senses and returned to the busy street.

He walked slowly on the street, observing every pedestrian and the goods on every stall.

Suddenly, he smelled a strong scent of medicinal herbs. He looked up and immediately saw an herbal shop on the street called "Liuweiju".

Fang Zhixing pondered for a moment and walked into the herbal medicine shop.

There was only one old man in the shop. He was not young, almost sixty years old, with many wrinkles on his face, a thin and tall figure, and a watermelon hat on his head that looked like the Qing Dynasty style.

The old man was cleaning the counter with a feather blanket in his hand. Suddenly, Fang Zhixing came in and asked with a smile, "Sir, what would you like to buy? Do you have a prescription?"

Fang Zhixing asked casually, "Do you have any blood-transforming grass?"

"have!"

Unexpectedly, the old man nodded without hesitation and asked seriously, "How much do you want?"

Fang Zhixing replied: "Fifteen."

The old man turned and walked to the back, opened a cabinet, and took out a dried herb.

He walked back, put it on the table, and asked, "Do you want any other herbs?"

Fang Zhixing didn't answer, but reached out and picked up the fifteen herbs.

Suddenly!

The system panel flashed with brilliance! [Gather 36 blood-transforming grasses (ready, completed?)]

Gurgle~ Fang Zhixing couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

What was happening at this moment was beyond his understanding.

Fang Zhixing's heartbeat quickened and his scalp tingled. He responded, "Are there any Tianluo flowers?"

"Yes, how much do you want?" the old man asked politely with a sincere smile on his face.

Fang Zhixing said, "Just give me 12."

"Well, please wait a moment." The old man turned around again and walked to the cabinet at the back.

This time it took him some time, but he finally found a cabinet, opened it, and took out dried flowers from it.

"There are 12 Tianluo flowers, please count them." The old man asked with a smile.

Fang Zhixing picked up the flowers.

[Gather 12 Tianluo flowers (prepared, completed?)]

Confirmed! The Blood-Transforming Grass and the Sky-Luo Flower are both real things.

It’s so real that it’s even recognized by the system!

Fang Zhixing was excited and asked, "How much is it in total?"

"It's not expensive. Just give me this amount for the holidays."

The old man raised his right hand and made a gesture.

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, took off the second-level sword from his waist, put it on the table, and said, "I don't have any money on me, so I'll use this sword as collateral. Do you think it's okay?"

The old man looked at the level 2 sword carefully and praised it, "It is indeed a good sword. How about this, when you have money, you can redeem it?"

Fang Zhixing thought for a moment and replied, "I may not be able to come back. You can do whatever you want with this precious sword."

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "That's great, as long as you don't feel that you are at a disadvantage."

“Not a loss!”

Fang Zhixing was also very happy and felt that everything was like a bizarre dream.

He stuffed the two herbs into his arms, walked out of the herb shop quickly, and then his mind moved.

In an instant, the two medicinal herbs turned into ashes.

Fang Zhixing patted his chest, and a handful of ashes floated into the air.

He continued strolling around the street and before he knew it he had reached the end of the street.

Fang Zhixing looked up and saw that it was pitch black outside the town and he could not see anything.

He still didn't stop and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, a large rock on the side of the road caught his attention.

Fang Zhixing turned around and walked to the stone. He vaguely saw a line of words engraved on the stone, which was a bit blurry.

He grabbed a handful of dirt and smeared it on the stone, then blew on it.

The words suddenly became clear.

It says: Luo Qianqian was here !

Fang Zhixing took two steps back with an extremely wonderful expression on his face.

Unexpectedly, Luo Qianqian had also been to Lingquan Town.

"What on earth is going on? Time travel?"

Fang Zhixing felt it was incredible. He stood in front of the stone with his heart in turmoil.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Zhixing felt the light around him grow dimmer.

Looking up and around, Lingquan Town had disappeared, and the big rock was gone too.

A hint of paleness appeared on the horizon.

"It's dawn?!"

(End of this chapter)