It's weird, it's very weird.

Qianzhou stood in front of a collapsed house, letting the cold and dead wind of the white desert night carry the fine sand blowing over him.

The night wind whined through the pale grains of sand, like someone crying softly, singing an elegy of mourning.

A mercury-like flame ignited in Qianzhou's hand, and the essentia overflowed to sweep away the sand covering the surface of the ruins, revealing a few broken porcelain bowls, a few coarse cloth clothes, and some wooden furniture fragments.

"Is that the case again?" Qianzhou frowned deeply.

Qianzhou has been looking here for a long time and has seen all kinds of traces, but there is only one Qianzhou that has not been found.

That's the people, or the corpses—that's what Senshu thinks is strange.

In the houses that Qianzhou has inspected, most of them have traces of human life. From broken porcelain, to weathered cloth, this is illustrated.

However, no matter how Qianzhou searched, and even used essentia to dig up sand grains dozens of meters underground, he didn't find a single bone.

It is true that in areas with abundant water and abundant microorganisms, human corpses can be completely decomposed in a very short time, leaving no traces. However, in the white desert, which is hot and arid all year round and almost non-existent microorganisms, it often forms non-perishable dry corpses, which can last for thousands of years.

Take a step back, even when considering weathering. Human muscle tissue, connective tissue, and bones also have different rates of weathering, and even if the first two decay over time, the hard bones will be more or less retained.

But even under the search of Qianzhou, there is still no evidence that can prove the existence of people.

"It's strange that if you had left prepared, there shouldn't have been so many items left in the house. But if there is a sudden disaster, it is impossible for everyone to avoid it. ”

"The most important thing is, why is there such a desolate Enron? Why did I come here? Could it be that the Enron I saw during the day was fake?"

"No, it can't be. Qianzhou denied his idea.

"Enron's daytime is indeed real, and judging from the feedback from essentia and fragments, Enron's rules and Bai Mo are completely one. If it is an illusion, it means that this illusion should be the same size as Bai Mo, and it must have independent rules that can be completely self-consistent—something that even the [Kingdom] can't do. ”

"Tsk, headache. Qianzhou snorted, "I hate this kind of brain-burning thing the most, why does this kind of trouble always take the initiative to come to me." ”

After a few complaints, Qianzhou continued to move forward.

Circling the city again, the thousand boats still found nothing—neither a living life, nor a hidden danger. There is only a wind full of bitterness and loneliness.

This made Qianzhou, who had always been on high alert, feel that he was fighting wits and courage with the air.

"It's like playing a game that only does map modeling. Qianzhou complained, "So, now I can only go to the center to see." ”

Qianzhou raised his head and looked at the heart of Enron, where he lived in the past and where the prophets lived. Perhaps for this reason, the temple-like palace, or palace-like temple, is still well preserved.

Although most of the buildings on the periphery have collapsed, a few are barely holding on.

Stepping on the rubble on the ground, Qianzhou pushed open the door.

The air is fairly fresh and seems to be circulating regularly – in fact, it's hard to find a stone house with air leaks on all sides without ventilation.

Qianzhou even surveyed a few rooms without any abnormality, and it seemed that they were all used for ordinary purposes.

At this time, Zi Qianzhou can only pin his hopes on the last and largest house.

The difference in the building can be seen from the main door - the doors of the other buildings are normal-sized wood, and they are rotten. And the gate of this building, Qianshu, is about five meters high and more than two meters wide. It is composed of two stone doors that are split onto each other.

The stone gate was a solemn black, silent and old, and the surface was unadorned but unadorned, but unusually polished.

Qianzhou stretched out his hand and pushed, but did not push.

"It's actually solid. Qianzhou was surprised.

Qianzhou took a deep breath and pressed his hands to the door. The silver essentia flowed along the blood, through the flesh and tendons, all over the body, and finally even the skin was fainted with a delicate silver light.

With the strength of Qianzhou, the gate only shook slightly at first, and then a gap was revealed between the two doors. Then, with a tooth-aching "squeak", Qianzhou slowly pushed the gate open a passage that was barely large enough for one person to walk sideways.

"It's really a hardcore anti-theft method. Qianzhou shook his somewhat sore arm.

Rather than relying on elaborate locks and intricately designed mechanisms, the weight alone is enough to deter many ill-intentioned people.

Although it can't be seen from the outside, in fact, looking at the entire present world, Qianzhou also belongs to the category of transcendents of the [Dragon Gate] rank with amazing strength.

But even if it is a thousand boats, it has to mobilize a large amount of essentia blessings to barely push the door open a gap. If you were an ordinary person, it would be almost impossible to open this door alone. In addition, the loud noise that inevitably occurs when opening the door can also be used as a natural alarm sound.

Leaning sideways, Qianzhou cautiously squeezed into the house.

It appears to be a library with rows of bookshelves neatly arranged. Stone carvings, bamboo slips, and printed copies are stacked on different bookshelves according to their age.

The thousand boats walked in order, one by one.

Perhaps because of the age, most of the paper prints have turned yellow and brittle, and the ink on them has volatilized so that it is impossible to read the words at all; as for the older bamboo slips, they will turn into a handful of gray almost at the touch of the hand, let alone read the information from above; the last stone carvings are fairly preserved, but the words on them are too old to be within the scope of Qianzhou's knowledge.

"It's a pity. Qianzhou said distressedly.

It's not that I haven't been able to find anything useful in it, but that I'm simply saddened by the loss of knowledge and history.

"There seems to be fluctuations in essentia. After circling the bookshelves for a long time, Qianzhou keenly caught the slightest fluctuation of essentia.

Following this vague touch, Qianzhou went straight to the end of the room, until he found it on the bookshelf...... A "piece" of books?