On Saturday morning, Fang Xiaoqing went out at eight o'clock.

Fang Hao was lying on the windowsill of the bedroom, watching his sister get into a red polo and drive towards the gate of the community.

The owner's name is Li Qin, Fang Xiaoqing's junior high school and high school classmates, who are currently studying in college in the city and should graduate soon.

Fang Hao had seen Li Qin many times, but now his impression was very vague. If he hadn't heard the old lady talk about it, he wouldn't have been able to get the number right at all.

If they continue to develop according to the trajectory of their lives in Qimeng, Fang Xiaoqing and Li Qin will gradually drift apart from each other, and they will have no contact after a few years.

One moves forward according to the normal trajectory of life, and the other is dragged down by life and keeps going backwards. No matter how intimate you once was, you will inevitably be estranged. Maybe we will meet by chance, but apart from reminiscing about the past when we were young, we will never find a common topic.

I hope that my sister can have fun with her friends and keep up with her peers, and she will not feel regrets in the future.

Fang Hao felt a little nostalgic with the mentality of a person who had come over, then took out his mobile phone and called Hu Yongping to ask him to log in to his VX.

Even if the old lady goes out to play, she has to send a message. So Fang Hao prepared a sister and brother chat Q&A for Hu Yongping in advance, and he could deal with most situations by copying and pasting.

Then Fang Hao went to the kitchen to get a pot helmet, cut it and scrambled eggs with chili peppers, took a bottle of mineral water back to the bedroom, and carried his schoolbag into the flying beam space.

He sat down at the big desk as usual and flipped through the notes left by Wu Yue.

In the beam space, the pass's time storage status is still counted as time. So if you stay here for an hour, you can spend an hour less in the Metaverse.

Although Fang Hao's current cultivation was already above Wu Yue, his understanding of the Metaverse was extremely limited.

Wu Yue, as the first generation of time-traveling predecessors, was able to survive alone in the Metaverse for forty years, and his experience itself was quite a valuable asset.

For Fang Hao, this note is equivalent to a survival guide in the Metaverse, so it is natural to study it carefully.

Yesterday, when he entered the Flying Beam space, he tried to take a picture of the content of his notes with his mobile phone. I didn't want to bring the information out, I was just curious, and the photo ended up being blank.

He also tried to shoot other things, and the same result was the same. In this flying beam space, the camera function is not available at all, and the recording and recording are not possible.

After flipping through a few pages of notes, I saw that there was a record of strange dreams on it.

"In my own experience, I'm sure it wasn't a dream, it was a real life. Just because this world is a chaotic system, there are countless variables, and I myself am one of them, so the difference between Qimeng's life and reality will become bigger and bigger, and eventually become unrecognizable. ”

"Perhaps the difference between the Metaverse and the Xuan Realm is also like this, and it has accumulated over time, and finally it has become completely different. So that strange dream, I think it can be regarded as my life in another plane. ”

"You should have also noticed that the closer you are to the starting point of time in the strange dream, the higher the overlap between reality and the strange dream."

Fang Hao couldn't help but nod secretly.

Shen Tingting's car accident is not an overlap between dreams and reality.

He looked at it for a while, and when there were still ten minutes left, he took out the pot helmet and gnawed it.

Even though he had just eaten in the morning, he forced himself to eat more. It takes 23 hours to travel through the past, and it is definitely not a loss to build a little more.

After gnawing on the pot helmet, he poured another bottle of water, then changed his clothes, came to the focal point of the warm-colored room, and issued a crossing command.

The last time he crossed back, Fang Hao was climbing on a tree. So, with the help of memory, he maintained the posture he had at that time, ready to hold the branches in his arms.

After the world in front of him was shattered and reorganized, Fang Hao's arms were empty.

The limbs of his body did not find any place to borrow, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness made him a little dazed, and he suddenly panicked, but it was completely different from the palpitations when the Yanzhi talent perceived the danger.

It's like going bungee jumping with friends last year, hesitating whether to jump or not, and being kicked off the stage.

Fortunately, the last time he left, he didn't climb to the top of the tree, about five meters, and his weightlessness only lasted about a second, and then he fell to the ground.

Tumbling on the ground, despite holding his breath urgently, he still inhaled some dust and couldn't help coughing a few times.

It was pitch black all around, there was not a single star in the sky, only the smell of burnt paste in the air.

The talent of the derivant did not give a signal of danger, and Fang Hao's heart was a little relieved. When I took out the "light tube" and pressed it, the end immediately emitted a soft orange glow.

Although the time of the two worlds is synchronized, Xinghai originally belonged to the Central Asian region, so there is a time difference.

When Fang Hao crossed over for the first time, he was touching the dark. Judging from the time when the sun rose, it was probably more than three hours late in Xijing.

This time, I made some preparations in advance, and found this "light tube" for lighting among the items left by Wu Yue, so I naturally brought it with me.

The appearance of the light tube is very similar to a flashlight, and it is also very easy to use, apparently made by the traverser. It can be seen that after the intersection of the two worlds, the Metaverse has been affected to a considerable extent.

The light tube can illuminate a range of four or five meters around you, or it can be concentrated into a beam and shine to a relatively distant place.

Fang Hao looked around cautiously, and everywhere he could see was scorched earth, and the houses next to him had been burned down and collapsed. He went elsewhere, and the situation was the same.

Who did this?

The gang of thieves who took people and animals captive, is it necessary to come back and set fires?

Is it because he is afraid that someone will sneak back, so he will cut off the thoughts of the villagers?

With his memory, Fang Hao slowly groped his way to the bottom of the mountain. The village was so destroyed that there was no place to rest, but it was barely possible to lean under the root of the mountain.

He turned off the light tube and sat down under the mountain roots, ready to wait for dawn to make plans.

After closing his eyes for more than half an hour, the sky finally became a little bright. The sky was covered with heavy clouds, and it seemed as if there was going to be a heavy rain.

No wonder it dawned late, it turned out to be cloudy.

Fang Hao thought secretly, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

You don't have to think about it when you go to explore the wilderness, not to mention that you may encounter unknown dangers, even the taste of being a soup chicken is not pleasant.

But the village in front of me was a black ruin, and there was not even a place to shelter from the rain.

He stood up and walked slowly along the root of the mountain to one side, and after a few tens of meters, he unexpectedly discovered a cave that had been dug artificially.

This section of the mountain is groomed and almost perpendicular to the ground. The entrance to the cave in the mountain wall looks a bit like a cave, and the wooden door at the entrance of the cave has been burned.

The last time I walked around the village, I didn't see this cave, and it was probably blocked by houses, trees, etc.

Fang Hao walked in, turned on the light tube, and illuminated it with the concentrating mode, and found that the hole was still relatively deep, and the beam could not be illuminated.

He didn't go any further, but exited and looked further, discovering two more of these caves.

The inside of these caves is relatively clean, with some scattered grain and some broken clay pots on the ground, as well as some fur products and a lot of scattered firewood, which are probably used as warehouses in the village.

With a few muffled thunders, the raindrops of beans fell.

Fang Hao chose a nearby cave and drilled into it, exploring all the way inward.

Within a few tens of meters near the entrance of the cave, the space is relatively open, and the space gradually becomes narrower as it rises slowly inward.

After walking for about 20 meters, I couldn't see the light at the entrance of the cave when I turned around. After walking a few dozen meters in, there was still no end in sight, and the cave became a passage about two meters wide.

Fang Hao stood for a while, and could feel a breeze passing over his face, indicating that the cave was well ventilated. I didn't feel any danger, so I simply went to the end.

After walking more than ten meters, I came to a three-way crossing. He took out his dagger and made a mark on the wall, then walked to the left-hand side.

After nearly two hours like this, Fang Hao finally explored all the roads in the cave.

The three caves in the village are interconnected inside.

There are also two passages, one leading to the other side of the hill behind the village, and the exit is very private.

There is also a channel leading to an underground channel, in which there are also two canoes, tied with ropes to stakes next to the channel.

Since there is such a passage in the village, will there be any fish that slip through the net under the encirclement and suppression of the fierce bandits?

Could the guy who died at his hands last time sneak into the village from these passages, rather than a rookie who crossed for the first time?

These days, Fang Hao has been avoiding thinking about the last time he crossed over, stabbing someone.

When he started, he didn't have any burden in his heart. After all, that Hu man had killed him nearly a thousand times in an illusion, and it was justifiable that he had fought back once.

And after the knife kills, the corpse disappears, and there will inevitably be a bit of the experience of playing games and farming monsters. The impact it brought was far less than seeing Brother Bin's corpse.

But in any case, after all, it was the first time to stab, and the psychological discomfort factor was not so easy to overcome, so I adopted an attitude of evasion.

But now that he is back in this village, he will encounter an existential crisis at any point, and he can't help but think about it.

When I returned to a cave, I saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier outside, and the dim light was full of mist, and I couldn't see anything clearly from a distance of more than ten meters.

When he returned to the cave, he came to a fork in the road, spread two pieces of sheepskin on the ground that he had picked up from the cave, and sat down on it.

After thinking about it for a while, I gradually got bored, and before I knew it, I took a nap.

I don't know how long I slept, but I suddenly woke up in a strong sense of uneasiness, and then I heard the voice of someone talking.

"What the hell is this weather, it's raining all day."

It was a man's voice, it sounded far away, probably near the entrance of the cave, and the voice came with a muffled echo, but it was still intelligible.

Fang Hao's heart froze, and he suddenly became vigilant. The man spoke authentic Mandarin, and if nothing else, he should be a traverser.

"It's not surprising that in May and June, there are often heavy rains that last for several days at the northern foot of the Kebida Mountains."

It was a woman's voice, pronounced in a very strange tone, and it sounded like Mandarin was not her mother tongue.