One second and a half of his body was still in the city gate, but the next second, his whole body seemed to have fallen into an abyss, and he fell weightless in an instant.

Kohei involuntarily waved his hands, and an irrepressible cry came out of his mouth.

The field of vision was like a cloud of chaos, and it seemed to fall vertically from a height of 10,000 meters to the ground, and it didn't take long for the hair and clothes to become wet, and a cold wind hit, making people suddenly feel that the temperature around them had dropped several degrees.

Huang Ping's mood at this time is no longer as nervous as when he just fell, since the facts can no longer be changed, then he must adapt to the current environment as soon as possible in order to find the truth that the No. 7 metropolitan area has lost contact with the human world.

Kohei was still falling at a free-fall speed, and the wind that came from nowhere made him barely open his eyes, and his long hair fluttered in the air like flames.

He stretched out his slender limbs as much as he could, forming a large shape in the air, although such resistance was better than nothing, but it always gave people a comfort.

Just when Huang Ping thought that the dark clouds around him were endless and boundless, just in the blink of an eye, the scenery around him suddenly opened up, and he suddenly fell out of the cloudy airspace, and he looked up in a panic, and those gray shadows were getting farther and farther away from him.

A pure blue sky gradually appeared overhead, and there were even some pure white faint white clouds floating around, as if in a fairyland.

But what made Huang Ping's whole body chill was that a large expanse of green suddenly appeared under his feet, yes, he fell from the sky, and he finally landed on the ground anyway, and that moment was his death.

No, he can't die yet. He still had a lot of unfinished business to figure out, and until then, no matter what difficulties and dangers he encountered, he must not give up.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the ground, he held his breath and concentrated his breath, and in an instant, a pair of holy and gorgeous white wings appeared behind him, with a wingspan of nearly six meters wide, and in the face of the kinetic energy accumulated by the rapid decline of Huangping, the wings kept flapping up and down to slow down the speed of his fall.

Beads of sweat ran down his cheeks, consuming a lot of his physical strength, whether it was condensing his wings or fighting gravity at this time. Finally, in the air, less than twenty or thirty meters above the ground, it was suspended steadily above the treetops, and the white feathers seemed to be snowing, falling down in a sprinkling manner, looking extremely dreamy.

At his feet was a huge tree, with a huge canopy, stretching for tens of meters, with green leaves and scarlet flowers interspersed in it, full of life.

As far as the eye can see, there are such tall arbor forests, lush and green, and you can't see the end at a glance.

In order to prevent his strength from running out, Huang Ping put away his wings and slowly landed on a thick branch, the light fragrance of the flowers wafting around him, and the cries of unknown birds were graceful and crisp, so that Huang Ping, who had not seen such a scenery for a long time, was actually in his heart.

But when he thought that this place was the No. 7 metropolitan area, his heart sank, and the pleasant scenery around him seemed to change immediately, and the cries of birds seemed to have become a symbol of urgency, echoing in the forest one by one.

Huang Ping staggered along the thick branches to the trunk, and the mottled bark and rough texture on the trunk seemed to tell him that all this was not illusory, but real.

Huang Ping covered his forehead and smiled bitterly, to be honest, since experiencing the spiritual world of No. 58, he has become less and less confident about the difference between real and unreal, because in his opinion, there is no essential difference.

His mother, Jia Yue, is still living in the spiritual world that Klose has taken over, and is experiencing the reconstruction of the city after the invasion of the strangers, Klose agrees to temporarily seal away the part of her memory about Kohei, and let her forget the pain of losing her husband, and live until her soul energy is exhausted.

How is her life different from that of humans living in the real world? Maybe it would be even better, to be able to delete the unwanted part of the memory by the supreme will, and there is no pain and sadness that hurts the bottom of the heart.

Therefore, Huang Ping was not surprised at all by the large forest that had never existed in the metropolitan area that suddenly appeared here, and believed that the asters who fell here first would also be extremely calm. It's a shame that the Holy Son and Lal weren't allowed to come in, otherwise these two would have been smashed to pieces and had no chance of saving.

Except for the occasional birdsong, the forest is very quiet. Huang Ping squatted on the branch of the tree, and after carefully observing for a long time, he found that there were no humans or beasts around, and he jumped lightly to the ground covered with dead leaves.

But he hadn't taken two steps yet, and the ground wasn't as soft as he had imagined, and he always felt that there was something awkward under the fallen leaves.

He crouched down and lifted some of the fallen leaves that hadn't rotted, revealing a black-yellow dirt.

The color of the soil was fresh, not like the dark soil that had been spread on the surface and blended with the rotting leaves, as if it had been turned out of the ground, slender earthworms were trying to climb on the surface of the dirt, and dozens of green-headed flies were constantly hovering above the land, as if looking for something.

A bad premonition flashed through his mind, and he picked up a branch and stabbed it into the soft soil, only a few centimeters through the surface of the branch, and the branch touched the hard object.

He lifted the branch and saw that the top of the branch seemed to be a little wet, and when he looked closely, there were several live maggots that were wriggling on it.

Accustomed to seeing this thing, he understood what was buried underground.

"Is this a cemetery?" Kohei pondered. However, according to human habits, it is unlikely that people will arrange the cemetery in the forest so hastily, after all, whether it is the Eastern civilization or the Western civilization in the old era, they are willing to arrange the cemetery of their ancestors in a solemn place for future generations to pay their respects.

Therefore, the bones that were hastily buried here were either died of the plague, slaughter, or fighting.

To test his thoughts, Kohei walked to the center of the clearing, condensed a lightsaber in his hand, and began to dig underneath his feet.

The wet earth flew in front of him, and in a matter of moments, a small pit appeared in front of him, and the top of the pit revealed a gray cloth, and a rotten severed hand, which was so swollen that the flies that had been hovering above for a long time smelled the smell of the long-sought smell, and suddenly rushed over.

Huang Ping frowned, forced to endure the disgusting smell and continued to dig down, when more and more bones were exposed in the dirt pit, Huang Ping finally couldn't help it, and scolded fiercely, "What kind of beast did this, it's too mad!" ”