Du Zhengyi knew that he was connected to the Pendragon Orbital System.

An elderly mage who lives in solitude, his home can't possibly be without the access point to Pendragon Orbit. Since there was no trace of energy in the front yard or in the house, the entrance to the track must have been placed in the backyard. He took a cursory look inside the room and headed straight to the backyard, hoping to find a record of the last time the track entrance was used.

The first time he opened the back door, he noticed that the energy flow was disordered, probably because the access point was in disrepair and something was malfunctioning. It's not a big deal. But before he could do the official test, Roach suddenly shouted at him, and he didn't have time to think about it before he ran back. When he returned to the back door with Roach, he had a lot of things on his mind, and without paying attention to it, Roach bravely smashed the pot at him.

Annoyance doesn't help, if you want to beat Rocky, you have to go back, and Roach has a good temper most of the time, and beating him may not be able to relieve his anger. Du Zhengyi sighed helplessly, lying on the ground and quietly waiting for the effect of the lost gravity on his body to gradually subside.

Weightlessness is a common malfunction of Pendragon's orbital system, and he is like a fish thrown ashore, and paralysis is the best option. However, he still didn't know which side of the river he was thrown at random.

There was a wind howling in his ears, a place that was colder than the village he had left, and the bitter cold wind cut through his skin. There was still a glimmer of light in the sky, and inky clouds lingered in the sky, and for a moment he thought he was hallucinating, and then he saw a great shadow at the end of the sky. After a while he realized that it was a mountain rising from the ground, alone in the eastern sky, huge but symmetrical like a perfect cone, like a man-made thing floating in the void. At this time, he also realized that he had finally regained control of his body.

Du Zhengyi sat up slowly, looked at the shadow of the mountain in the east for a while, and stood up thoughtfully.

The slopes of the hill at his feet sloped to the east, snow covered the horizon as far as the eye could see, and a few huge silver pines were silent in the frost and snow of the north, and the homing crows swept over his head and made a rough cry, the only sound in the place besides the wind. The small village at the foot of the hill was silent in such a dead silence.

Whatever it was, he was sure he had never been to it before, and he wasn't familiar with it.

His heart sank, and for some reason, the force that had sent him here disappeared without a trace, beyond measure, and without traceability.

He stood silent for a while, then finally wrapped himself in his trench coat and walked down the long slope to the village below. The snow was as deep as his calves, and the cold and wet snow air climbed up his calves. He walked all the way down with great difficulty, and there was only one footprint on the long snowy road. Occasionally, the whirling wind whipped up a small cluster of snowflakes, fluttering beside him like an invisible elf, and there seemed to be a woman's singing voice in the ethereal distance. He was so determined that he would not listen to the singing in the wind, nor did he waste his strength to test the power behind it. His intuition told him that he needed to keep his spirits alive before the Lord came out.

Although the snowy road is difficult, the village is close in the blink of an eye. There was a small intersection in front of the village, just like the story Roach told. He took a deep breath, and there was only a pile of rubble in the courtyard on the right, the house no longer existed, and on the left side of the street was a small mud house with an upside-down seat, which covered the courtyard behind it. The sky was getting darker and darker, and the courtyard behind the earthen house was no longer visible.

Du Zhengyi walked to the house, there was no light in the house, he calmed down, and suddenly pushed the door open.

In an instant, the wind also calmed down.

From the outside, it looks like a good earthen house, but the roof has a big hole, the straw on the roof is like intestines exposed to the belly, the blue moonlight falls in the middle of the house through the hole, Du Zheng was stunned to see a white-haired old man squatting in the moonlight in the house, the unkempt white hair like a lion's mane was actually dyed by the moonlight. If it weren't for his sharp gaze, maybe Du Zhengyi would have thought that he was a madman wandering here.

In fact, he was basically a madman, he looked at Du Zhengyi, his eyes flashed with a crazy smile, and he made a grimace at Du Zhengyi.

How familiar!

Du Zhengyi swallowed secretly.

"You." The old madman said, and got up from the ground.

He looked around him, looked at Du Zhengyi, and then looked behind Du Zhengyi, his eyes kept turning directions, as if he couldn't concentrate and his mind was incomplete. Then he sniffled, clenched his right hand into a fist, rubbed his nose, and muttered, "It's good that I saw only a mouse here the day before yesterday, a hyena here yesterday, and I saw you here today." ”

Du Zhengyi didn't know why, what he said was as difficult to understand as what Luo Qi sometimes said, as if he came from a different world than him. Suddenly, he froze. The thought, like a flash of lightning, crossed his mind, but it struck his chest. He took a step back, and looked at the old man's brow again in horror, and there was a strange glint in the cloudy old eyes, with a familiar urgency.

Almost immediately, it caught his gaze, as if it could intercept his thoughts. The old madman smiled a sly, almost cruel smile, looked at him bitterly, and squeezed his eyes at him, as if to see if he dared to tell the answer to the riddle.

"Roach?" His chest churned violently, spitting out this horrific answer that almost suffocated him.

"Haha." The old madman almost jumped up, and he shouted happily, "How long have we not seen, old friend, let me do the math." The day before yesterday you were in Langhuan Pavilion, and yesterday you were in Qijia Youfang Village......"

Du Zhengyi's heart was pressed with a heavy layer of fear, but it was not for his current situation, but for the mistakes he might make. Didn't he have time to help Roach out of the tearing of that force field? The principles of Pendragon's orbit are not fully explained by the mages, and there are already many problems in it, not to mention that some archmages often break the law by associating complex space-time traps in them.

This icy thought almost engulfed him, could it be that Roach was trapped in a trap where the regional clock had gone through tens or even hundreds of years? He was only one step behind Roach, decades later. Roach has been tormented here for a long time, and then finally went mad?

The old madman seemed to read his answer, and the whole person was excited to explode, and circled in the middle of the broken house, "Yes, yes, you figured it out!" You're a genius! I envy you so much, I've always envied you. You're always that genius! Not like me. ”

Du Zhengyi spoke with difficulty, but he was speechless, "I ......"

The old madman's expression became complicated, and he almost became more like the youthful Roach of a few hours ago. As soon as Du Zheng heard his mouth muttering vaguely and repeatedly, it was all "not like me". His hands trembled, and he couldn't tell if it was because of self-blame or because he saw a person's life force run out empty.

Just when his mood was in turmoil, the silence was suddenly broken. A drum beat sounded silently from the depths of the village.

Du Zhengyi vigilantly retracted his breath.

The old madman covered his mouth violently, and a pair of eyes that had once been passionate shone abnormally above the palms, as if he could not suppress his excitement, and the excitement made his old and thin body tremble like a dead branch.

"Oops." He smiled sweetly like a little girl, slyly glared at Du Zhengyi, as if to tell him a shocking secret, and said warmly and in a low voice, "They're coming!" ”

The old madman grunted, stepped back, and shrunk into the corner of the room, but his eyes were staring at Du Zhengyi with malicious intent.

Du Zheng didn't have time to think about it anymore, he had a gut feeling that something must be approaching, and the sound of war drums made his heart almost burst, and he turned around and exited the old house suddenly. If Roach had lived here for a long time, he would have known how to avoid danger, and the house he was staying in must be safe. He could see that Roach was full of jealousy and malice towards him, but it was indeed his fault, and he did not want to lead the danger to him again. He could handle the danger outside, and he wanted to bring Roach back after that.

But where do you go back? He heard an irritable voice in his heart asking desperately. Those stolen years have been consumed. Will they be able to go back to school? Go back to the teacher? Teachers can't solve problems outside of exam papers, can they?

He threw a beam of light in anger, and a circle of fire burned on the snow, and he stared at the dark shadow that emerged from the night. The stars twinkled in the clear night above the hills, and he smelled the stench of feces mixed with the smell of blood, and before he could figure out what weapon to condense, Fury helped him choose a heavy sword.

His hands were hidden in the gauntlets of the heavy sword, and a part of the virtual power helped him to control the sword, and he slashed the first sword with ferocity. The heavy blade slashed through the cold body, and the zombie-shaped golem fell. He turned, met a pair of dry eyes, and his stiff body lunged at him.

He coped calmly, using hand-to-hand combat, looking for the rules. Traps are often placed in a sandbox, where the mage's creations exist to avoid disturbance to the present world, so as not to leave traces of the law enforcement committee, and can create their own rules within the confines of the box.

The rules of a world in a box are limited, but it's like a maze, and the more talented people are, the more they will design intricate sandboxes. Some malevolent mages use this as a trap, like creating a spider's web to hunt their prey. However, there are also mages who are simply bored, and they make elaborate sandboxes to discard them, waiting for the misguided traveler to be unlucky, but the purpose is only to show off their exquisite skills.

The one in front of me is more like the former.

It wasn't too difficult to find the zombie's rules of action, and he summoned hundreds of weapons to chop off the zombie's waistbone. There was silence on the snow for a moment, but then, as if receiving a silent command, the puppet with a broken spine used its shoulders and legs as support, and crawled on the ground like a caterpillar, and once again rushed over like Du Zhengyi. It was creepy and disgusting. The first human caterpillar wriggled at his feet and bounced up like a snake attacking. The eager, greedy face shook in front of him, and he kicked the thing out.

He pondered as he continued to fight.

The earthen house behind him was silent, and the old madman seemed to be asleep.

The twinkling stars in the sky were gone.

Fire cleanses away all the filth of the world.

There was nothing left in the sky, a thick cloud of clouds.

The temperature rises suddenly.

Fire.

The downpour came as expected, extinguishing the fire he had spread earlier to dispel the darkness.

Du Zhengyi finally understood, he threw away the heavy sword in his hand and let it quickly decompose and become the basic substance that made up this world.

A caterpillar with a black skull wriggled at his feet, bouncing like a snake. He didn't resist, the thing grabbed him by the neck and choked it hard.

Du Zhengyi suddenly came to his senses, zombies, old madmen, deserted villages and suspended mountains were gone, and he was lying on the ground in the backyard of the countryside, next to the well, and he believed that his car was still parked outside the front door. A thick fog covered everything here, and the fog was filled with a scorching smoke that choked him on his cough. He sat up, coughing and rubbing his neck, the pain of being choked by the zombie puppet in the illusion lingering for a moment.

He had just finally figured out that he was not in a sandbox, but in an illusion. The rules in the box are changing with his thoughts, like a mirror image of his thoughts, and the rules make up for it as soon as his mind moves. He thought of the fire, and immediately it began to rain in the box. But there is no such box in this world. Unless he himself is the box itself.

He stood up and looked around with trepidation, and it was so quiet that he couldn't feel Roach's presence. However, there was a man outside the front door.

The ancient well, the thick fog, everything is plausible as in the story, and the knock on the door in the story suddenly sounds. Du Zhengyi turned around, quietly walked through the hallway, and opened the front door.

In the thick fog, the obscure moonlight fell on the man, and she still looked pale and fragile, with a deep blue under her eyes. It's just that it's no longer as cute as yesterday, and the expression is empty like a ghost.