On the ground, in the Black Cloak Forest, inside the Black Wing Tower.

At this time, Dara and his party had successfully passed the test of the first layer of the Black Wing Tower and entered the second floor, which was a completely different space from the first floor.

As soon as they walked up the stairs, slipped through the small door that only allowed one person to crawl through, and jumped into the room, they immediately felt an eerie and oppressive atmosphere. Not only was it a completely small enclosed space, but the door behind them closed with a "bang" as soon as they all entered the room. Immediately afterward, the small room they were in moved violently, and Darla felt as if she was once again in the weightless "elevator" of the gnome, and she kept falling down very abruptly.

Everyone's hearts instantly rose to their throats, and their internal organs seemed to be misplaced in this huge gap, and when the room finally stopped falling suddenly, and returned to normal, everyone found that the floor was full of their respective vomit, even the reserved and arrogant Vandanya had vomited, and after seeing the contents of the floor, the beautiful elf druid could not help but vomit again.

Mike wasted no time in taking off his coat to catch what Vantania had vomited again, and then collapsed in a ball in the corner of the room, and swept aside the floor with his dirty clothes, and covered them with his clothes to cover the disgusting dirt.

While Mike was doing this, the others had begun to scrutinize the small room they were in. By the time Mike had done all these careful things, everyone had seen the structure of the room.

This room is so small that you can see almost everything at once.

An empty room in a cube, with a door on each wall that allows a person to crawl through.

"Could this still be the illusion of the old man?" asked the gnome, "I mean, it looks like a miniature version of the large room we saw on the first floor, empty. ”

"But there are doors on every side of this room. The old dwarf said.

"The old guy can conjure out of the forest, and of course he can conjure out of the woods, and we're still under the control of that old madman! We should have gone home!" said Samurai Mike excitedly.

"No," said Vantania, "it must not be an illusion!"

"Of course not," Dara said, "we've all seen with our own eyes that the old mage has been seriously injured, how could he possibly create illusions again?" ”

"It looks like a square box!" concluded the little girl, Jenny.

Hearing the word "box", Puno's body trembled involuntarily, deep in his memory, he had been trapped in a small magic black box for 25 years, facing unchanged walls and narrow spaces every day, day after day, year after year, without any change in life, and without seeing the hope of being released, the feeling of loneliness and helplessness forced him to almost go crazy.

Now, trapped in a similar room again, some painful memories of Puno's memory are recalled, and he has an instinctive rejection and disgust for such claustrophobic spaces.

"Puno?" Dara asked, noticing the pained look on her brother's face, which was very different from her usual appearance.

"I don't want to stay here!" Puno said in disgust.

While the few people were talking, the curious dwarf Bodina couldn't help but run over and open a small door on the wall, and looked in. The dwarf saw something that made Baudina, who had never tried to be afraid, scream, and then shrank back in fear.

The gnome's cry startled everyone, no one had ever heard a gnome make such a pitch-shifting horror cry before. Most of the time, Bodinah's screams were full of novelty and pleasure, and the dwarf only screamed when he found something extremely interesting.

"What's the matter?" asked the old dwarf, following the direction of Bodi's finger, and then took a few steps back and sat down on the ground, as if he had been punched hard.

The two daring dwarfs were so averse when they saw the little door that the rest of them could not move for a moment, and their ambivalence made them curious to rush over to see what they saw, and on the other hand, they were afraid that they would be frightened by the reality behind the door like the two dwarves.

Everyone was stunned for two seconds, and then they all came to their senses at the same time.

Darla walked slowly to the small door.

"Don't go!" the old dwarf yelled, "I bet it's still an illusion!"

Dara had already walked to the door, bending down to look in.

"O Sun God!", for the first time, the crowd heard Dara cry to the gods, "what the hell is going on?"

"What's wrong?" the others asked in unison.

Dara straightened up, beckoned to the rest, and said, "Come and see for yourself." ”

Vantania, Mike, the little girl Jeanie, and even Puno all stepped forward and looked behind the door, and then everyone looked at each other in confusion.

The sight they saw was so strange that just behind the door was another small room identical to theirs, and in it stood seven men, who at first glance were themselves, and even older themselves.

In that room, Dara was already a middle-aged man, his clothes were very shabby, but the thunder sword in his hand was still the same as when he first got it.

The old dwarf's beard and hair were all white, and he coughed hollowly from time to time, and the dwarf grew a white beard, but he was still in good spirits.

The samurai Mike has also become an out-and-out old samurai, and even the beautiful face of the elf has quietly added traces of time, and Puno already looks like a decadent middle-aged mage.

The biggest change is the little girl, Jenny has fully grown up, and the small clothes of her childhood can no longer cover her body, but can only block the sensitive parts of the girl, which makes her look slim and very mature and moving. At least inside and outside the room, the eyes of the two samurai Mike couldn't stop slipping to Jiao Nien's graceful figure.

The most peculiar thing is that those older selves clearly saw Dara and the others, but as if they hadn't noticed them, they disdained the younger selves peeping at the door.

"Calm down, this must be an illusion!" Darla exclaimed.

"Illusion?" Darla, a middle-aged man in the other room, finally couldn't help but ask, and then yelled at them, "Did you just come in?"

"Yes, yes. Still a little girl, Jenny hurriedly replied, looking forward to and yearning for her figure when she grew up, and she was more beautiful and moving than a beautiful elf at that time, and she couldn't wait to hope that she was already an adult at this time.

"That's right. The middle-aged Darla replied, then approached the door and yelled at them, "Find a way to find a pattern and get out of this hellish place!"

"Regularity, what regularity?" said young Darrah, trying to ask her middle-aged self.

"Listen, rookie!" said the middle-aged self coldly, "This is a chaotic time and space, and you will find out slowly." All the chaotic, disparate planes converge in these small rooms. If you're not careful, you'll be a crawling baby!"

"I still don't understand...... Darla said to himself, talking to an old self made him feel very awkward, but this person was his own appearance from head to toe, just different age, and the intimacy and familiarity caused by the other party in himself made him have to admit that it was indeed him.

"I don't have time to explain to you," said the middle-aged self hurriedly, "remember to not go back." After speaking, the middle-aged Darla slammed the small door connecting the two rooms, isolating the young Darla and the others from the door. (To be continued.) )