The little boy stared at Fu Zhaozhao for a long time, his dark eyes rolled around, as if he saw something interesting, his hands were open, and he looked like he was about to be caught.

Then he grinned and said in a firm tone, "We'll meet again later." ”

Fu Zhaozhao was noncommittal, but the movements under his hands were very neat.

She pulled the little boy out of the unsuitable spider body, and there was only a mismatched spider body under his head, which looked extremely weird.

Then he tied the other party with a red rope and put it away.

Once everything was in order, he raised his feet and walked towards the man lying on the ground.

I saw that the black soil was stained with a lot of red and white things, and I could see that the battle situation was very miserable.

Fu Zhaozhao leaned over and studied it, and seemed to be sure that Zhang Quan was dead, the other party's body was stiff and bloodless, his face was like ashes, and there were some red blood beads splashed on his body, which should have dripped on it when he struggled.

Seeing that the other party was not saved, Fu Zhaozhao got up and left.

At this moment, the two large holes in the skull that had been bitten open gradually shrank, and the blood splattered around seemed to have life, moving in the direction of the head.

The surrounding fog fluctuated, and some of them were strangely swimming in the direction of Zhang Quan's head, as if they were attracted by something.

After a few moments, the face of the person who was originally like dead ashes gradually turned rosy, and his breathing began to become short.

"Ahh Help me! ”

Zhang Quan sat up from the ground like a corpse, with a frightened look on his face, as if he had experienced something terrible.

Seeing this, Fu Zhaozhao was only slightly surprised, but he was not too surprised.

However, because the other party was too noisy, Fu Zhaozhao couldn't help but speak: "Don't scream, you're still alive." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Quan seemed to remember something, and trembled towards his head.

He remembered that the spider monster bit his head, and felt only sharp pain, and he didn't know what happened next.

After touching his head carefully, but not touching any wounds, Zhang Quan looked a little incredulous, and muttered, "What's going on?" Did she let me go? ”

Fu Zhaozhao snorted, "Then what you think is a little beautiful, but your situation is indeed a little special." ”

She was very sure that Zhang Quan was already dead just now and couldn't die anymore, and even his soul was about to be scattered, but the next moment it was like something in his body that pulled the soul that was originally going to be dispersed back.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhaozhao squinted his eyes and looked Zhang Quan up and down, as if he wanted to see something in him.

After studying it for a while, I didn't see any useful information, so I gave up.

"You shouldn't be a human being in this state, first go back to the capital with me, and ask the old man of Uncle Seven what the situation is."

Zhang Quan nodded a little apprehensively, and then groped on the ground for a while, looking for his lost glasses.

Maybe the struggle just now was too intense, resulting in one of the temples being crushed and the frame a little crooked, but the whole still does not affect the use.

Zhang Quan put on the black-framed glasses, and his appearance returned to the thin otaku appearance when he first met.

He asked in a low voice, "Where are the fans?" ”

Fu Zhaozhao smiled rarely, and replied: "In the world of fog." ”

Since the road to the Midu is more difficult, they need to go to some places with special latitudes in order to find the time to enter the Midu.

On the way back, he was probably a little bored, and Fu Zhaozhao rarely told Zhang Quan something about the lost capital.

"You know the dimensions, right?" Fu Zhaozhao asked.

Zhang Quan thought for a moment and nodded.

He likes two-dimensional, so he naturally knows the term dimension.

Fu Zhaozhao saw that he had some understanding, so he nodded, and then said: "What we commonly use is two-dimensional and three-dimensional, but have you ever thought that in fact, there is a dimension mixed in the middle. ”

"That's the two-and-a-half dimension."

Afraid that the other party wouldn't understand, Fu Zhaozhao found a more understandable explanation, "It's like in this world, every country has different monster legends, and in those monster legends, if there is a similar monster of the same kind, it is from the 2.5th dimension by chance and was bumped into by humans." ”

"And the world that exists in the 2.5 dimension is called the Lost Capital."

Zhang Quan listened a little intrigued, and muttered, "Isn't that those monsters ready to appear in the real world at any time?" ”

Fu Zhaozhao shook his head and said, "A long time ago, when information was not so developed, maybe it was like this. ”

"But at a certain time, those monsters and humans were completely divided into two worlds, and not everything could appear in the real world, but they accidentally crossed some special latitudes."

Fu Zhaozhao paused: "For example, the more famous 30 degrees north latitude. ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Quan immediately understood.

But then he looked a little worried, "We also have to pass through 30 degrees north latitude to enter the lost capital?" ”

Fu Zhaozhao shook his head: "We're not that complicated, you'll know when you get there." ”

probably explained to Zhang Quan about the lost capital, but Fu Zhaozhao didn't say anything more, just asked him to follow him.

All the way back to the town non-stop, Zhang Quan only felt as if he had come to life.

Although I chatted with Fu Zhaozhao from time to time on the road, the topics we talked about were too mysterious, and it seemed that others were a little out of state.

Now that I feel the fireworks in the world, I have a real feeling.

Fu Zhaozhao ignored Zhang Quan's emotion, went to the alley alone, and then got into a shop that looked a little old and dilapidated.

When I walked in, I smelled a faint scent of sandalwood, and there were all kinds of incense treasure candles placed in it, which looked like a coffin shop in ancient times.

Fu Zhaozhao took off the small bell on his waist and the molting spider shell in the bag, slapped it on the table, and shouted, "Boss, I've bought something." ”

The next moment, behind the navy blue curtain, a woman dressed in a cheongsam walked out.

Looking at the things on the table, the woman confirmed the bell and set it aside, her eyes falling on the spider's skin.

She picked it up and sniffed it gently.

"It's good, where did you get it?" The woman asked.

Fu Zhaozhao seemed to be in a good mood, and his eyes narrowed with a smile, "It's in the mountains." ”

As soon as she heard this, the woman stared at her for a while, but she didn't say anything superfluous, just put away the spider's skin, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What do you want to change?" ”

"Lingbao Candle."

"That's not a good thing, I don't have much in my hands." The woman said.

Fu Zhaozhao didn't care: "Then change it to the ready-made one first, and help me exchange the rest for the equivalent things, and help me keep an eye on it later, and if you have one, you can prepare more." ”