The second layer of the protective circle, this is not a netherworld hell, nor is it empty, there are huge ancient buildings standing in front of them, the volume of the buildings is very large, stretching to the end of the line of sight, but as far as the eye can see, there is not a single monster in sight, as if it is a dead city.

As the eight-hour game time got closer and closer, Zhang Fan chose to go offline.

After shopping around the forum for a while, he walked into the hall, and after a while, Qiao Linger also went offline.

"How's it going, are you having fun?" Zhang Fan asked with a smile.

Qiao Ling'er nodded: "It's very interesting to go to the mercenary group mission with my parents." ”

Dad, Mom, Qiao Linger is used to these two titles, and she was always ashamed to say them at first, but now it feels very natural, and there is nothing strange about it.

After dinner, Zhang Fan chatted with Qiao Ling'er for a while, and then went back to the room alone.

After getting along these days, Qiao Linger has gradually adapted to the life of the Zhang family, and she also considers herself the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family when she goes out.

The only regret is that the time to spend with Zhang Fan every day is very limited, but she knows that Zhang Fan is now doing a task, which is very important and related to the life and death of the Dusk Continent, so she is not dissatisfied with it, but is proud of her beloved. She believes that as long as Zhang Fan completes this task, he will definitely find time to accompany her.

Entered the game.

Zhang Fan looked around, it was still the same scene, the lifeless city, the ground was covered with dust, as if no one had been here for many years, and cobwebs could be seen everywhere, but there were no spiders.

It's a quirky place.

Zhang Fan walked along the street. While looking around, I hurried away.

One day. Zhang Fan still had no clue, this ancient city was eerily quiet. There is not a trace of life, like a city that was abandoned 10,000 years ago, and has been preserved to this day.

Moreover, Zhang Fan found that the city was amazingly large, as if there was no end, and various styles of buildings stood here, almost no duplicates, and the styles and numbers were amazing.

This is a test of patience more than the Netherworld!

Although the Netherworld is empty and devoid of any objects, the countless contract spirits can always remind Zhang Fan of his existence. But there is no breath of life here except for buildings and buildings, it is a real dead city, it is terrifyingly quiet, you may even forget your own existence when you walk, and your thinking is easy to rigidize.

Night.

Zhang Fan looked a little sluggish and confused when he went offline, and the day passed like this.

When she came to the hall, Qiao Linger had already gone offline. Seeing Zhang Fan walking out of the room blankly, she stepped forward worriedly: "Fan, what's wrong?" Did something happen? Although she has not yet reached the point where she has a clear mind, she and Zhang Fan still form an indescribable tacit understanding. This tacit understanding made her suddenly realize that something was wrong with Zhang Fan.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel like my head is messed up." ”

Qiao Ling'er said thoughtfully: "After eating, let's rest early." Just get some sleep. ”

Zhang Fan nodded: "Yes." ”

However, in the following days, not only did the situation not relieve. On the contrary, it became more and more serious, and Zhang Fan's brows almost never relaxed. His expression was also in a trance, worrying.

The greatest enemy of human beings is time, and the greatest enemy of masters is loneliness.

In this dead city without people and monsters, that suffocating loneliness can torture a top master crazy!

There are no enemies, no friends, no relatives, nothing, just the monotonous building, and the dull dead air, the only thing Zhang Fan can do is keep moving forward, he doesn't know how long he needs to walk, and he doesn't know where the end is, this kind of horror is not much worse than the real illusion.

But in any case, Zhang Fan will stick to it as always.

"Even the real illusion can't bother me, can this dead city help me?" Although he was in a trance and very impatient, Zhang Fan's confidence never diminished.

Three days, four days, five days, six days......

Zhang Fan's task is to keep walking, to the end of the dead city, with great perseverance, to insist on walking through this boundless city.

In reality, Zhang Fan has fewer words and seems to be taciturn.

This situation made Qiao Linger and the others more and more worried, but Qiao Linger couldn't help at all, so she could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that Zhang Fan could complete that damn task as soon as possible, she didn't want Zhang Fan to stay like this forever because of this task, this was not the high-spirited man in her memory.

Zhang Guoqiang, Yang Baolian and Zhang Xiaoling also felt that something was wrong, but before they could take action, Qiao Linger stopped them and told them about Zhang Fan's mission.

Knowing that Zhang Fan was on a task, in order not to affect Zhang Fan, they held back their worries and did not ask about the matter again.

Even if they were worried, they didn't show it, they just silently put it in their hearts.

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

But Zhang Fan was still in the dead city, and he couldn't even see the outline of the edge of the dead city, and he knew that the edge of the dead city was still far from here.

His eyes gradually lost focus, and like a walking corpse, he walked silently down the street without the slightest expression on his face.

He spent the past ten days almost literally walking, persevering in the game, eating after the game, resting after eating, and continuing to enter the game after resting, repeating the same thing every day, and the great city of death seemed insignificant under his amazing perseverance.

Fifteen days.

Since breaking the second light curtain of the protective circle, Zhang Fan has been walking in the dead city for fifteen days.

Combined with the ten days consumed in the Netherworld, the one-month period is only five days left.

But Zhang Fan still saw no hope of getting out of the dead city, the surrounding buildings were still standing lifelessly, the streets were still covered with dust, and everything was no different.

If he continues like this, Zhang Fan will lose himself sooner or later.

Qiao Linger's mood became heavier and heavier.

Every time Zhang Fan went offline, Qiao Linger would encourage him, and it was Qiao Linger's encouragement that made the last glimmer of brilliance in Zhang Fan's eyes not fade.

Seeing Zhang Fan go back to the room to rest, Qiao Ling'er felt very heavy: "Is this the price of a hero?" ”

Zhang Fan's pressure, no one knows better than her, if ordinary people bear this pressure, I am afraid they have already been driven crazy.

"This is what the whole world owes him!" Qiao Ling'er was very distressed, she was even more uncomfortable than Zhang Fan herself, "If anyone else dares to say that Fan is not, I, Qiao Ling'er, will never let him go, never!" ”

Time passed slowly, and Zhang Fan's lonely figure was still shuttling in the dead city.

Until a certain day.

The stone slabs on the ground seemed to be different from before, Zhang Fan's lowered head couldn't help but lift slightly, the unfocused eyes gradually regained focus, I don't know when, the surroundings have become different, the buildings are no longer ancient existences, but strange style of domed wooden houses, Zhang Fan has never seen such a building, but this does not affect his rejuvenated spirit, because at the end of this row of buildings, a huge city gate is located here.

"It's here!" Zhang Fan's emotions became extremely excited.

It's the eighteenth day.

In other words, Zhang Fan has used up twenty-eight days, and there are only two days left until a month!

At the critical moment, he finally reached the last protective circle.

The protective ring, the curtain of light, was not far in front of the city gate.

Zhang Fan's thinking suddenly became active, and he no longer looked as sluggish as he did a few days ago, and he quickened his pace.

Passing through the city gate, Zhang Fan let out a long breath of turbidity.

The dead city has finally passed.

"I said that the dead city would not be difficult for me, and now, I have done it!" A smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face.

However, the area of the dead city really shocked him, he walked for eighteen days to pass through this city, it is hard to imagine how big the area is, even if it is the imperial capital Yongcheng, he only needs to spend an hour to be able to shuttle, and the dead city, he spent eighteen days, according to eight hours a day, he spent a total of 144 hours, which is 72 times that of the imperial capital Yongcheng!

"Two days to go." Zhang Fan frowned, he was a little worried, worried that there would not be enough time.

It took ten days for Netherworld and eighteen days for the Dead City, so will this even more unpredictable last protective ring take more time?

The altar was in the center of this last protective circle, and Zhang Fan was not sure that he would be able to reach his destination within the stipulated time.

At this moment, he was a little scared.

He was not afraid of encountering some powerful enemy, but of running out of time.

But what should be done is always done, Zhang Fan took a deep breath, and in a moment he came to the light curtain with no end in sight.

"The brave are invincible!"

"Broken cauldron and shipwreck!"

"Infinite Sword Technique!"

Zhang Fan exerted the three major skills in one breath, and immediately stabbed towards that light curtain, he was already prepared in his heart, maybe the life and life recovery of this light curtain were much stronger than the light curtain of the second protective circle, and it might take a lot of effort to break it.

However, what made him laugh and cry was that this light curtain did not have the slightest protective effect.

His attack landed in the air, not causing the slightest damage to the light curtain.

Obviously, this light curtain is exactly the same as the one outside the third protection circle, and it has no defensive function.

"What the hell is this contract demon up to?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but greet the contract demon in his heart, "Don't bring this player, right?" ”

But that's fine, it saves some effort.

Zhang Fan walked directly through the light curtain and came to the world behind the light curtain, a world different from the Netherworld Hell and the Dead City.

The final decisive battle is about to begin. (To be continued......)