Fu Jiu pondered this question.
He stood on a small mound, arms crossed, head slightly tilted back, gazing at the boundless sky above the hanging coffins and the wilderness, as if deep in thought.
“Ninth Master, I’ll keep watch for you. Why don’t you rest for a while?” Xie Wuyi walked over.
Four years have passed, and Xie Wuyi has already reached the ninth level.
Fu Jiu turned her head and glanced at it.
Behind them, Jing Yuyan, Xue Wuwang, and Ma Yuanhong were the most seriously injured and were recuperating. Huanbo and Xuecheng had just broken through and were adjusting and stabilizing their cultivation after the battle.
"No need." Fu Jiu withdrew her gaze.
Xie Wuyi glanced at His blood-stained clothes and saw that His complexion was not too bad, so he said nothing more.
Fu Jiu took the initiative to speak: "Little girl, what do you think these coffins are for?"
Xie Wuyi was taken aback by the way he addressed her, after all, she was already in her thirties, not a young girl at all. However, out of respect for Fu Jiu's strong abilities and high prestige, Xie Wuyi did not correct the way he addressed her.
She looked up and examined the coffins for a moment:
"It's like a form of punishment."
This small world has thin oxygen, gravity five times that of our own, and is extremely lacking in resources such as living organisms, minerals, supernatural abilities, and other energy sources. It is completely unsuitable for carbon-based life forms, and even other alien species and life forms we have encountered before are not suited to survive here.
Therefore, I believe this place was never meant for living beings; it was a graveyard, a place of execution.
She then pointed to the hanging coffins: "The ghosts that fell out of them were incredibly ferocious, but these hanging coffins can control them and lock them up. It's probably a cruel form of torture that slowly torments them to death."
I just don't know what kind of people could create a world specifically for executions.
After listening with great interest, Fu Jiu asked, "If it's a form of punishment, why doesn't it fall off periodically? And after it falls off, why do those who attacked us and those who didn't disappear?"
Xie Wuyi was stunned and couldn't think of an answer for a moment.
Fu Jiu continued, "Since we entered the Hanging Coffin City, we have destroyed a total of 12 black monsters. A total of 18 hanging coffins in the sky have been opened, and 18 monsters have fallen. We have not been able to kill any of them."
Logically, there should be 6 more monsters in this wasteland. However, after I flew up to the bottom of the hanging coffin twice to observe and count, I found that the total number of monsters in the entire wasteland was still the same as the last time I observed.
So the question is, where did the extra six go?
One more point: the wasteland is not like it is on a planet; it has no curvature. So after taking off, you can see the wasteland shrouded in fog at its edges, but you can't actually reach the edge of the fog when you're actually searching.
Xie Wuyi felt extremely strange: "Could it be that these monsters can leave the border of the wasteland, but we can't find them?"
But after she finished speaking, she realized that something was wrong. Could it be that it was just a coincidence that six of them walked out?
Just then, a voice came from behind them, and the five of them woke up, just in time to hear the conversation between the two.
Huanbo habitually transformed into a snake tail and slid over with a whoosh. However, unlike when he faced Chang Le, he did not coil around Fu Jiu. Instead, he coiled his snake tail around Fu Jiu's feet and stood beside him.
"Then Fu Jiu, can you give a more reasonable explanation?"
Fu Jiu suddenly curled her lips into a sinister and eerie smile:
"Look at these hanging monsters, monsters roaming freely in the wasteland, and the lighting—a cramped space only suitable for inanimate objects. Don't you think this place is more like a 'butcher's stall' than an execution ground?"
All six remained silent.
Huanbo's pupils trembled slightly. He looked up, subconsciously following Fu Jiu's train of thought.
If the hanging coffins in the sky and the monsters inside are like "meat" hanging to dry, then the monsters on the wasteland are like meat laid out on a drying rack.
The lighting made it easy for "customers" to choose, and the wasteland squeezed in the middle, a place suitable for these monsters, was the meat stall. The monsters that disappeared were the "meat" that had been picked and eaten.
pork stall...
The group felt a chill run down their spines.
Xuecheng and Xie Wuyi frowned and subconsciously took half a step closer to Jing Yuyan.
Huanbo clung to Fu Jiu's arm, saying, "Jiu, don't, don't, don't scare people! Oh my god, are we going to be captured and eaten too?"
At this moment, the group was so terrified they were almost hallucinating, as if a pair of giant hands would appear above them at any moment and grab them, throwing them into the pot.
Chang Le felt physically uncomfortable even though she was aware of what was happening, but she admitted that she had guessed the same thing as Fu Jiu.
Moreover, she was even more astonished by its creator, Jiu Fanggui, than by the awe she felt towards this small world.
It's hard to imagine how Jiu Fanggui created these 36,000 simulated miniature worlds!
Fu Jiu remained calm, raising his hand to pat Huan Bo's head: "If that's really the case, do you think someone who's used to eating those monsters would eat you?"
Huanbo was stunned, then thought, "That makes sense! Who would eat stones after getting used to eating pork?"
Fu Jiu added casually, "But it's hard to say what would happen if someone had pica."
Huanbo's scales on his lower body were almost bursting open, but Fu Jiu wouldn't let him hug him, so he turned around and clung to Xue Wuwang.
Xue Wuwang initially felt that the situation was dangerous and creepy, but once he was suddenly entangled with her, he was filled with disgust and forgot his fear.
“I’m not scared,” Fu Jiu said. “This is just a simulated world. There’s a controller here. He won’t let the simulated ‘guests’ suddenly start eating flies at a meat stall.”
Jing Yuyan's expression was complicated: "Mr. Jiu, although the description is very vivid, you don't need to insult yourself in the process, do you?"
Fu Jiu calmly replied, "I just feel that a fly is more in line with our image in this world than a stone."
Huanbo wailed, "Okay, okay, let's not care if it's a fly or a stone, let's get out of here! I've had enough of this place. It's like standing on the top of the Kunlun Snowfield carrying Mount Kunlun every day. It's so oppressive, I'm going crazy!"
Xuecheng, who came from the Kunlun Snowfield and had practiced swordsmanship on the mountain for ten years, also nodded.
She could adapt to the oxygen concentration here, but not to what was above her head.
Anyone would find that unbearable, with a sky full of coffins overhead! What's more, things are falling from those coffins!
Seeing that the others were unharmed, Fu Jiu decided to head to the exit and leave.
The controller of this small world opened an exit for them, and the group left together.
Back outside the Goose Return Pagoda, the group felt the sun was incomparably beautiful, even though it was a blinding white orb at noon.
"Phew—" Even the usually cold-hearted Xie Wuyi let out a long breath and exclaimed, "Finally, I'm back in the mortal realm."
Ma Yuanhong was still shaken: "That was definitely not a place for a human to stay."
Fu Jiu looked at the group and said, "All unknown areas have been explored. It takes four years outside the secret realm, but nine years according to the time flow inside. Thank you all for your hard work in exploring. The mission is now complete, and you don't need to come here on time tomorrow."
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