Walking outside the fence, the young man visibly hesitated, it was a small town, but it looked like a town built by a madman, and all the houses were very twisted, and it felt like a mad mason who had drunk too much to build like this.

However, such a house seems to be very sturdy, no matter what kind of house it is twisted into, there is no tendency to shake, on the contrary, every house here is very solid. Around the house, there is a street, it can be seen that when the street was repaired, this madman obviously drank less, and tried to make this street straight, but distortion should be the basic attribute here, and the street that was trying to become straight directly became a straight road, maybe in the eyes of the people who built this road, this road should be a straight road.

The young man stood outside the fence and looked inside, and there were a few idlers standing on the street, all of them were dusty, I don't know how long they hadn't taken a bath, their hair and beard were all twisted together haphazardly, and they didn't care at all, even the dirtiest paupers in the slums were not dressed like this, and a few people held their hands and looked at the young man standing outside the fence with white and black eyes.

At this time, four more men came out of the middle of the town, an old man with a head, followed by four men with sticks in their hands, and walked directly to the edge of the fence. "You, outsider, where did you come from??" The young man looked at the old man who was talking to him, and tried hard to think about the direction he came from, but he couldn't remember where he came from. ”

The old man spoke again, "Do you remember what your name is??? "What's it called??" The young people tried hard to recall, but they couldn't remember "what is it called?" This statement caused a burst of laughter, ", you're not called Xiao Yueyue," "This girl, what else do you call them, call her mother Yueyue." The old man raised his hand, stopped the laughter behind him, and stared carefully at the new face, from the hair tied up on his head, to the shoes under his feet, to the long knife in the scabbard he carried. After reading it, he nodded, "Come in, outsiders, it's not good to stay outside." ”

The young man stepped over the fence and walked into the light curtain, only to feel relaxed, as if he had come out of a kind of corrosive water, and the restraints on his body seemed to have been untied. Such an obvious gap is obviously that the rules in this town are different from the twisted rules outside, and the rules in this town are obviously close to the rules of the ordinary world.

Seeing that the old man let this outsider enter the town, the guys behind were obviously a little dissatisfied, but they didn't dare to say anything. Just pouted contemptuously at the newcomer.

"Find a room to rest and walk a long way," said the old man to the newcomer, and then laughed to himself, "we have nothing else here, but there are many empty houses." ”

The new young man politely thanked him, and then asked, "Is there a place to sell anything here, especially food?" ”

The old man smiled wryly, "There's a place here that you can eat, but it's not for sale," and he turned back and pointed to the only two-story building, "That's it, but you'll know when you look back." ”

The young man thanked the old man, and found a house at random, the houses here are all the same, there is basically no furniture in it, only a bed, which is also made of stone, and it is said that it is a bed, but it is better to say that it is a table, and the rest is dust, and there is nothing else. There are no doors or windows, just a few irregularly shaped holes.

The young man found a random one, lived in, sat on the stone, and began to think about where he came from, but the more he thought about it, the more mixed he became, and in his memory, there were some pictures that could not be practiced, and the characters on the picture could not be seen clearly, and after thinking for a while, he felt as if his head was feverish, and the pain of convulsions.

Seeing the young man sitting on the stone platform, pressing his forehead with his hand, the old man, who had been observing, finally made a move, pressed his fingers on his forehead as well, and muttered in his mouth, "It really hurts." ”

After thinking about it for a while, the young man had a splitting headache, and simply didn't want to think about it, turned around and lay down on the stone platform, and began to rest, motionless and conserving his physical strength, and also thinking about the rules here, the rules of time, the rules of space, the rules of perception, and the rules of chaos one by one. As they learn more about the rules here, their physical activities become more flexible.

There is no day and night here, the cave is always shining with an unchanging gray light, looking at the door, there is no one on the street, there are no birds, beasts and insects, no life, the silence is terrible, there is no change in the weather, from any direction, there is not a trace of wind, as if the whole world has died.

The young man lay on the stone platform for about a day, learned in detail about the rules of the world about his own actions, and after a day, his body was finally able to make some usual movements, only to see him slowly sit up from the platform, stretched out his right hand, the claw armor on his hand, slowly stretched out, looking at the claw armor stretched out on his hand, one eye, the pupil slowly elongated, and became a vertical pupil. With a slight grasp, the four paw prints were left on the stone platform, and the young man nodded to himself and returned to his normal appearance. Then he picked up his long knife and went out the door.

When the young man went out, he looked left and right, and then walked towards the place where there was supposed to be something to eat, and in the whole town, it was probably the only special place, and even the color of the door was different, unlike other places, which were all gray and abrupt.

When I walked through the street, I suddenly heard a commotion, and I saw several people, who were fighting over and over. When I looked closer, I saw that one of the people who followed the old man that day was fighting with a man with a new face.

The fresh face was much better dressed than the townspeople, with boots and robes, and even a hydration bladder. But it's hard to say anything, punch after punch, like a drunk, he doesn't have any accuracy at all, and even punches himself in the leg.

The bearded man on the opposite side was obviously teasing him, leaning his face over and letting him hit, but the more you want to hit, the farther away you are. The power of that punch was completely wasted, and he was tired half to death after a while.