In the chaotic night of "sunlight" and the creation of the world, Duncan and his party quickly passed through the silent and uninhabited streets, and finally stopped at an intersection that was completely covered and blocked by countless lush plants.

Towering trees shade the sky, tangled vines entangle the tall buildings along the roadside, root structures bulge from the pavement, like angry veins growing on the ground, the whole neighborhood is dead silent, but occasionally you can hear the sound of birdsong or wind coming from the depths of those dark dense forests, and the ethereal and illusory sound seems to cross the border between dream and reality.

“…… It's still here. ”

Standing at the intersection at the end of the block, Duncan looked at the huge vine that spread out of the darkness with a serious expression, and said to himself.

Alice craned her neck to look at the long ramp where the vines spread and grew, and after looking at it for a long time, she said with some uncertainty: "Captain, this thing looks at ...... Isn't it a little bigger than last time? I remember it didn't seem to extend that far before......"

"You're not mistaken," Duncan exhaled, and said solemnly, "it's bigger than last time, this vine ...... Growing. ”

Alice blinked her eyes and sighed for a long time, "Wow......"

Duncan didn't say anything more, and before he could take any further action, he was in the depths of his mind confirming the situation of Morris and the others—especially the situation on Vanna's side.

With the exception of himself and the two dolls, everyone had reached the other side of the Nameless Dream as they had been last time, and everyone's dream had landed at the same point as before, and in this regard, the Nameless Dream seemed to show some kind of "continuity" that was interesting .......

Of all of them, Vanna's side was the most perplexing.

Miss Inquisitor arrives in the barren desert again, and this time, she encounters a giant who calls himself a "god".

Now Vana was trudging with the giant in the vast sea of sand, and from what had been reported so far, the giant was very friendly and told Vana many things about the desert.

However, what the other party told did not correspond to the ancient legends that Duncan knew and circulated in this world!

What the hell is going on in that desert? What is the origin of the giant who claims to be a god? What does the lost years mentioned by the other party have to do with the ancient heritage of the elves? Why is there such a strange place in the depths of the Nameless Dream?

Duncan only felt more and more confused.

Now, he could only hope that Vanna's side could get some further information from the vast sea of sand and the mouth of the mysterious giant, or ...... Others can find clues to the "desert" in the endless forest.

Maintaining the connection between the rest of his consciousness and others, Duncan exhaled deeply and refocused on what was in front of him.

The reappearance of the giant vine in the real world was actually good news for him - he was worried that his last "fright" would cause some unpredictable changes in the Nameless Dream, which would cause the vine to disappear or relocate, making it difficult for his investigation to continue, but now it seems ...... At least the thread isn't broken.

Of course, the situation at the moment also made him have to start worrying about another thing:

The vine hasn't gone away...... But its size has grown.

Isn't this going to be the way it grows until it gets around the city?

Worried for no reason, Deng was sure to settle down, then stepped forward and slowly put his hand on the end of the vine.

"You keep an eye on what's going on around you, and if anything drastic happens, wake me up immediately." He turned around and said to the two figures behind him.

"Hey!" Alice nodded immediately.

Luni also bent down slightly and replied respectfully, "Yes, old master." ”

Duncan nodded slightly, and then calmed his mind gradually, carefully manipulating the power of the flames, allowing his perception to spread and infiltrate with the wisps of spiritual fire, and once again establish contact with the vine.

Due to his experience from the previous time, he was more careful this time than before, so as not to disturb "Silandis" like he did last time.

After a moment, Duncan opened his eyes in the darkness.

Once again, the boundless mist appeared in his field of vision.

Following his instincts, Duncan looked into the deepest depths of the fog.

A hazy and vast phantom gradually emerged under his gaze, the boundless mist floating, and the light and shadow in the fog outlined the familiar silhouette of the Lost Homeland—the awe-inspiring ship floated in the void like a silent ghost, as if it were ...... A wordless invitation is being extended to Duncan.

Duncan gladly accepted.

He condensed his spirit avatar in the darkness, and then, carefully controlling the flow of flames around him, flew to the Lost in the depths of the mist, and landed silently on its deck.

As last seen, the ship was still empty, wisps of fog floating on the silent and uninhabited deck, and the familiar ship's facilities were shadowed in the fog.

This time, instead of going directly to the captain's quarters at the stern of the ship, Duncan walked in the other direction after looking around.

He made his way through the mist that swirled across the deck, the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty silence as he crossed the ropes and debris that had piled up and coiled on the deck, and made his way to the entrance to the cabin.

The cables and things piled up on the deck didn't react to Duncan's approach—they were all silently piled up in place, like the most ordinary dead thing.

As a result, Duncan discovered another difference between the strange atmosphere of the Lost and the familiar Lost Land:

On the "Normal Lost Country", these things on the deck would inevitably move as he approached, either greeting the captain courteously or making all sorts of strange noises in an attempt to attract the captain's attention, but here...... Despite the fact that both ships are almost identical everywhere, everything on this ship is "dead".

Duncan frowned slightly, his gaze swept over the silent cables, buckets, and hooks, and he walked between them, then stopped abruptly.

His gaze fell on a mop placed against the wall.

After a few moments, he realized what the sudden "familiarity" was: this mop had been placed in this position when Alice had returned to the ship!

This strange atmosphere of the Lost Country is not only exactly the same as the "original" in reality, but also corresponds to the changes on the Lost Country in real time?

Many speculations suddenly appeared in his mind, and Duncan felt as if he had vaguely grasped a certain "essence" of the strange Lost Land, and at that moment, a small sound suddenly came from a corner and instantly caught his attention.

On this ghost ship, where there was silence everywhere, the whispering whisper sounded so abrupt.

Duncan instantly locked onto the direction from which the voice came from and walked towards it.

He stopped in front of a window.

A vague shadow or fog mixed with black soot was emerging on the glass surface of the window, as if trying to condense and take shape.

Duncan stared at the scattered shadows for a few seconds, then suddenly reacted and whispered, "Agatha? ”

As his words fell, the ever-shifting shadows suddenly coalesced and turned into a clear image of the window in a matter of seconds—Agatha's figure appearing in the glass.

"Ah, you've finally noticed me," Agatha exhaled a long breath as soon as the glass surface took shape, "I've been calling through the shadows, trying to get your attention, but I can't find a suitable mirror nearby......"

"Why are you here?" Duncan looked at the person in the mirror in surprise, and then thought of something, "Wait, is it through the ...... of the Lost Country?"

"Yes, I stayed in the reflection of the Lost after dark, which seemed a bit risky, but I succeeded," Agatha nodded, "As the reflection shifts, I am here and meet you, and it seems that my guess is correct: when night falls, the 'shadow' of the Lost Country will become the 'other Lost Land' you see here—although the mechanism is not clear, we have finally found the connection between the two Lost Ships." ”

Duncan's brows gradually furrowed, and he listened to the other party's narration but did not respond for a while, which made Agatha a little uneasy: "...... Shouldn't I be so assertive? ”

"You really should have consulted with me in advance, but that's not what I'm thinking about right now," Duncan waved his hand, "You stayed on the 'reflection' side, so did you observe how this transformation process actually happened?" Was there any obvious 'movement' ...... the Lost Country at that time? ”

Agatha shook her head: "There is no process. ”

"No process?"

"All changes happen instantaneously, there is no process," Agatha reconfirmed, "One second, I was still in the reflection of the Lost Land, observing and waiting for all possible changes in the mirror world, and the next moment, the 'atmosphere' in the mirror world changed. I can feel it...... The shadow of the Lost became something I didn't recognize, and my jumping from mirror to mirror was suppressed, and I could no longer perceive the boundary between the spirit and the real world, nor could I return to the normal mirrors of the real world, as if it were ...... The whole world is becoming unusually viscous and is solidifying......"

Duncan listened carefully to Agatha's description, then slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the aft deck.

That's where the captain's room is, and where the "other goathead" stays.

"Are you able to move freely now?" Duncan asked suddenly.

"It seems to be unaffected," Agatha said immediately, with a hint of wonder in her tone, "and when you realize my presence, that strange sense of oppression magically disappears. ”

"Very well," Duncan nodded, "then let's catch up—we'll meet the 'first mate' who isn't quite right." ”

(End of chapter)