The four fields are silent, and the silence is palpitating.

The crimson sky dome was shredded by the straight gray and black branches, and it was reflected in Fang Ran's eyes.

His skin was frighteningly white, like a sick man on a hospital bed. But under his pale skin, there was a strange agitation one after another, like a hungry beast, lurking, as if it was about to break out.

"Knock, knock......"

Fang Ran's heartbeat was gradually getting out of control.

"Didn't I work overtime in the company to write code...... How did you get here? It's so scary to be deserted...... Are you dreaming? I was a little sleepy...... Then suddenly the headache was like a pinprick stick...... The grass still hurts......"

Fang Ran held his head in pain and was about to crack, staggered from the rush, and unconsciously squatted on the ground, curled up in a ball.

Scenes flashed quickly in front of me, I don't know if it was an illusion or a memory, disordered and chaotic.

In those images, there are lines of fast-scrolling code, frustrating requirements for frequent changes, congested streets, and noisy whistles, as well as a group of people hiding in panic under this crimson sky, manipulating flying sword battles in uncanny ways, arguing, and parting.

Memories from two worlds are rapidly merging, just like people living in two lives. In this process, Fang Ran couldn't help but be in a trance for a while.

In a trance, the crimson wasteland beneath his feet was like a water-soaked painting scroll, spilling away and fading, together with the twisted branches and the sky within reach, from a heavy color to a scroll of splashed ink.

"Overtime and hallucinations?"

Fang Ran frowned, habitually holding the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

There was nothing on the bridge of the nose, and there were no glasses.

It was the thin, pale and bony hand that suddenly broke into his eyes that made Fang Ran startled.

It wasn't his own hand as he remembered.

The ground that had been blazing but solid under his feet seemed to be pulled away in an instant, Fang Ran's body was unbalanced and shook, and when he raised his eyes again, all the sky, dead branches, and endless wasteland disappeared.

What unfolds in front of you is an infinite pure white space. A blot of ink appears abruptly as if it were dripping from the tip of a pen dipped in thick ink.

The dazed Fang Ran naturally focused his gaze on this drop of ink.

As Fang Ran gazed, the drop of ink stretched out in all directions, as if it were spilling on rice paper. The ink soon filled the entire space, like wings hanging from the sky.

"It's ...... What's that?"

Fang Ran cautiously moved his steps, approaching the image little by little. As he approached, the image suddenly added more agility and detail, and it was flowing in a way that was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

The first dot of ink forms the center of the image, and it is with this dot that the loose ink spots converge.

Fang Ran's gaze followed a line of ink, passing a convergence point, then the next, and then another......

This flow ...... Déjà vu!

"No......"

Fang Ran muttered to himself as he took a few steps back so that his vision could cover the entire image.

"If it's a processor here...... This is the graphics card...... Sound card...... North-South Bridge ...... Memory...... The configuration is so shabby, there is only one memory? Isn't it...... This is a diagram of a computer's motherboard architecture?"

In the empty pure white space, Fang Ran's surprised voice came out, and it echoed back from nowhere, stacking into a heavy echo.

With this instantaneous fluctuation of Fang Ran's emotions, the flow of ink in the ink map also accelerated at the same time, driving this pure white world to tremble.

"Is this me? Why did I cross over?"

Fang Ran stared at this splashed ink freehand motherboard with a little horror, and such an idea popped out of his head inexplicably, and then his brain hole began to rage like a wild dog that had escaped from the reins.

This motherboard is freehand to the extreme, and it is quite different from the kind that Fang Ran is used to. But with many years of experience as an old code farmer, he is still familiar with finding all kinds of interfaces.

The heart is moving, and the heaven and earth resonate!

"Hello, world. ”

The first sentence of the code farming world to write code is always king.

The ink began to flow, and then in the space between the ink and Fang Ran, one stroke at a time, as if there was an invisible hand holding an invisible pen, the four characters flowed out.

It was Fang Ran's own handwriting.

"What am I now...... Human-machine integration?

Fang Ran's face was shocked, but he also couldn't hide his excitement: "Achieve quick sorting? Put a Cang Teacher Collector's Edition? Why are they all pure black and white, and you can't see them...... Damn, you're fast forwarding automatically, forget it, push me a Goldbach guess......"

A severe headache struck again, hitting Fang Ran's head like a hammer in an instant. His body in this pure white space unconsciously fell to his knees again.

"Damn...... I can't say it directly......"

He groaned.

In this moment of distraction, some of the illusions that had appeared just now swept back again—

A bright woman, with black hair like a waterfall, with concern and determination in her eyes: "Xiao Ran, remember the contents of this ancient scroll." If I die, you're the only heir to the River Tracing Scrolls......"

Fang Qingyu ...... Sister?"

The woman's name and identity came to Fang Ran's mind. Although the scenes are messy, they are also clear, and they appear in front of Fang Ran's eyes, which is the past when the two have supported each other since they were children. This gave Fang Ran a soft and warm sense of closeness in his heart.

Along with her figure, there was a huge roar, the sharp sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air, and a dazzling body of smoke and dust.

A sword light burst through the air, almost grazing the top of Fang Ran's head. Even though he knew that this was just an illusion, Fang Ran still instinctively shrunk his neck.

Fang Qingyu took a step forward and blocked in front of Fang Ran. She waved her long sleeves, shattering the remaining two sword lights that followed, and she was also repelled by the powerful impact force for a few steps, crashing into Fang Ran's arms, and before Fang Ran could react, she stubbornly regained her footing.

Her shoulders trembled, and drops of blood fell to the ground, apparently hurting a lot.

Fang Ran's heart tightened, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to support his sister in the illusion.

But before he could touch the illusion, Fang Qingyu had already turned around, smiled and reached out to rub Fang Ran's head.

Her movements are gentle, doting, and implied incomparable perseverance: "...... Don't frown. Everyone looks down on you and thinks you're cowardly, but my sister knows you're not ......"

As he spoke, Fang Qingyu untied a string of red ropes from his neck, and a small piece of broken white jade was tied to the red rope. She hung this piece of white jade around Fang Ran's neck, and then smiled hard. She tried to make her smile look natural, but there was still blood on the corner of her mouth.

Fang Ran's heart felt as if he was stirred by a blunt knife.

"Xiao Ran, this is the last piece of the severance talisman...... In the Realm of Abyssal Silence, it is the only one that can protect you from being torn apart by the spiritual storm. Escape with the Scrolls...... Gotta live!"

After saying this, Fang Qingyu gently pushed Fang Ran's chest, and his expression instantly became cold and serious.

She slowly drew her sword from her waist, and a momentum like a mountain and a sea rose as she drew her sword.

She turned around and asked for battle against the unknown enemy: "What you want is in my hands, if you have the ability, take it yourself!"

Fang Qingyu's long skirt rolled like fire, occupying Fang Ran's entire field of vision, which was also the last picture of the illusion.

Fang Ran seemed to be able to feel Fang Qingyu's resolute will in the last scene.

What Fang Qingyu gave Fang Ran was a severance talisman that could isolate the violent spiritual power on the Abyssal Silence Field, and it was also the only piece on her body. Then she personally dragged the unknown attacker, and was able to escape in exchange for a way out.

This is the reason why this body before crossing is running aimlessly over this wasteland.

Fang Ran raised his hand and touched his head. There seemed to be the temperature of Fang Qingyu's hand still there.

When "Sister......" shouted this title, Fang Ran felt a sense of closeness connected by flesh and blood. Although he has a soul that has crossed over, the connection between his relatives in his blood cannot be erased.

"My sister entrusted me with ...... Is it the River Tracing Scroll?"

As Fang Ran muttered to himself, as if some kind of mechanism had been touched, a broken scroll appeared in front of Motu.

The pages of the book automatically flipped over quickly, and the corresponding words in each page naturally appeared in Fang Ran's mind. It's just that......

"Sure enough...... I don't understand......"

Every word is recognized, but the sentences they form are indescribably obscure.

Fang Ran let out a long sigh, then reached out and took the scroll from the air.

There is nothing special about the scrolls other than being old and yellowed. The pages of the book are still the same as those difficult words.

Shaking his head, he looked up at the ink map again, and muttered, "I'm a computer expert...... Dead horses should be live horse doctors, book ...... It's not even a CD. ”

This volume should have been an extremely precious scroll, and it was thrown directly into the slowly circulating ink map.

"Walk you!"

The scroll smashed on top of the ink, and in an instant, ink crawled in. On the yellowed pages, the handwriting seemed to come to life, slipping off the paper and reintegrating into the ink!

The surrounding scene has changed!

The pure white space receded silently, turning into a dry-looking stone cave.

The walls of the cave were full of sword marks, and Fang Ran stood in the center of this stone cave.

Some kind of chilling qi was stirring in the cave, so sharp that it seemed to shred all the intruders into powder.

"Huh, VR?"

Before the words fell, a cyan phantom stepped out from where Fang Ran was standing, and the long sleeves of the robe waved.

Fang Ran saw it clearly, and a total of thirty-seven sword lights slashed out from the long sleeves and cut into the stone cave wall.

At this moment, the stone cave seemed to be no longer a stone cave, but turned into a bloody mouth, choosing people to devour.

And those thirty-seven sword lights are fangs glowing with cold light!

The long sleeves didn't make any sound when they waved, but Fang Ran seemed to hear a loud noise, about to cut the heavens and the earth!

The soul seems to be frozen!

With a wave of his sleeve, the cave vanished, and everything returned to pure white.

Only Fang Ran was covered in a cold sweat and soaked through his clothes.

Fang Ran survived on the wilderness for days after escaping, but at this moment, just seeing the wave of the phantom almost made Fang Ran's mind collapse.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, Fang Ran said to himself: "Is it so strong...... If I learn this trick, who would dare to ask me to change it?"

As soon as the thought of "wanting to learn" appeared, in the pure white space, the phantom of the stone cave just now appeared, and even the smallest details were tightly fitted, and it was not bad at all.

"That's ...... Modeling?"

Fang Ran seemed to have grasped the key, some of the thoughts that had become inertia and belonged to the code farmer were established at this moment, and a huge amount of information was regularized, and then rushed into his brain.

There is a lot of complicated information, which should be absolutely difficult for ordinary people to handle, but in the eyes of this computer, it is clear and clear.

"The Ancient Scrolls, right? No one has been able to understand it for a long time, right? This is my home field. As long as I can count it, there can be anything I can't count?"

Fang Ran habitually helped the bridge of his nose: "Modeling, finish." Parse, start. ”