When she regained consciousness and opened her eyes again in the darkness, a delicate, cold hand grabbed her wrist.
It's the tree rings.
This young treeman leader was also wearing casual clothes today.
A small dress similar to a suit.
Paired with long pants and a black cloth mask that completely covers the face.
"Where are we going?" she couldn't help but ask.
Because the direction of the road was far from what she had imagined.
The place where they fell into their dreams was Mermaid Street and Mermaid Avenue.
So when they "wake up" in their dreams, the dream ruins they are in should also be in this location.
In fact, this was indeed the case. Although most of the surrounding buildings were obscured by gray fog, with only some corners showing, she could still recognize those buildings - the place where they had just floated out was the Mermaid Theater.
But they were not flying upwards.
why?
Could it be that the residence of the descendants of the old king in the dream is not special, but is located in the city like other buildings in the dream ruins?
Wouldn't it be easy to find then?
"The Dream Ruins of Eternal Night, even Wayne Port, which is suppressed by the Holy Slate, is not safe." Year Ring turned his head and glanced at her, "If I were you, I would shut up."
Women of the Tree People tribe also get angry for no apparent reason, just like humans.
Hitzfeld curled his lips but did not ask any more questions.
They float very fast.
But it was different from before. Their bodies were covered with a layer of light purple mist. Not only did their flying speed increase greatly, but even the spirits they occasionally met on the road... seemed to be unable to see them at all.
Floating past the intersection, Hitzfeld saw a familiar face.
Silver hair, thin-framed glasses.
Although he was wearing a black cloth mask like Nian Lun, she recognized it as Zafira at a glance.
Probably on patrol duty.
Well, in the eternal night.
His arms tightened, and he was pulled by the tree rings to hide in the gray fog.
It seemed like she was deliberately avoiding the agents' sight?
Hitzfeld noticed this immediately and guessed in his heart that the purple mist might not work on the extraordinary people who had reached the level of spiritual manifestation.
Why didn't she take me directly to the destination by high altitude, but instead kept shuttling back and forth on the streets of Dream Ruins? She must be afraid of being discovered.
It can be seen that Annual Rings had a clear goal from the very beginning.
She floated out of Mermaid Street with Hitzfeld, passed more than a dozen intersections, dodged countless teams of detectives patrolling the Dream Ruins, and was pulled into a park in the city.
"Are we there yet?" Hitzfeld noticed that she was obviously relieved, so he asked her softly.
And she found that she had been to this place before.
When I was investigating the death ticket case, I went out to relax one morning and walked south along the house at 211 Iris Street. I happened to stop here for a while.
A small park.
Not big.
There is a bridge connecting the two streets.
Below the bridge is the clear and cold Shuzi River.
"arrive?"
Nian Lun sneered.
"Not even close."
"The real action is coming up... you'd better hold your breath here."
Before Hitzfeld could understand what she meant, his wrist tightened and the whole world began to spin again.
puff……
A completely different touch from before surrounded her tightly.
She couldn't help but widen her eyes, holding her breath, and kept repeating one thought in her mind:
Can you actually go down here?
The annual rings led her to jump off the bridge.
They fell into the Shuzi River in the dream ruins and were sinking to the bottom of the river.
She never knew that the water in the dream ruins could be hidden.
At this moment, he could only hold his breath instinctively, and with his other hand, he tightly grasped Nian Lun's arm, allowing her to take him deeper and deeper.
But she soon discovered that she had been fooled.
They are now in the dream world.
In the form of consciousness and spirit.
She had never heard of a spirit needing to breathe... She tried opening her mouth and taking a breath, and sure enough, she was not affected at all.
A woman who is hundreds of years old thinks she has a good sense of humor...
Hitzfeld stared at the annual rings in front of him with some resentment, and his gums itched.
However, she soon discovered that the reason they could move freely in the deep pool was not entirely because they were spirits, but was also closely related to the purple mist that enveloped their bodies.
There's something in the water.
She could feel it.
A lot of it…layers upon layers, everywhere.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a distorted skull composed entirely of dark shadows appeared in front of him, scaring Hitzfeld.
This thing was like ink. It tried to get close to her but failed and was blocked outside by the purple mist.
The mist was as thick as a solid entity, and the inky skull was flattened and shattered, turning into mottled black spots that were swept away by the water.
"boom!"
"Boom!"
But this is just the beginning.
Soon, more and more ink skeletons crashed over.
They were indeed unable to break through the barrier of the purple mist, but the purple mist was also rapidly dissipating with their continuous impact.
Fortunately, the fog was thick.
Hitzfeld estimated that if the stalemate continued in this trend, it would take a very long time for them to disperse the fog.
But I don’t know how long this journey will take…
If she counts the things coming back, whether the purple mist will be enough... She couldn't say.
But now she fully understood that the river was just a cover.
It should be the entrance to a special passage hidden in the Ruins of Dreams.
Otherwise how could it be so deep.
I haven't seen the bottom of the river yet.
"Wow--"
Just when she was about to pull down the annual ring and ask when she would arrive, the sound of splashing water hit her ears, and her body seemed to pass through a thin film.
They came out.
"Pfft...cough cough! Where is this place?"
Hitzfeld was a little shocked.
They dived all the way down from the Shuzi River in the Dream Ruins.
The bottom of the water is not the bottom of the water, but another surface. After breaking the surface of the water, there is another upside-down world, another upside-down Wayne Port. This in itself is surprising.
Not to mention the scene she saw after coming up...neither it matched the Wayne Port in the dream ruins nor the Sara Royal City in reality.
Where they came down, the Shuzi River was just a small river four or five meters wide.
It is one of the tributaries of the main river. There are many such tributaries. They pass through the urban area from southeast to northwest. Looking down from the sky, they look like comb lines...that's why it is named this way.
But what did she see now?
A rushing river.
The width of the water surface is conservatively estimated to be twenty meters.
Tall spires stand on both sides of the street, and the prosperity is far beyond the real scenery!
And that's not all.
The annual rings pulled her higher and higher.
Unbridled and escalating wildly.
As the altitude increases, she can see more and farther.
A magnificent cathedral with four spires.
Located at the foot of the mountain, the castle is at least ten times more magnificent than the White Shadow Palace.
This is a prosperous ancient city far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
In the dark.
In the mist.
Slowly unveiled her.
“Welcome to Victoria Harbour.”
Hitzfeld heard the sound of annual rings from above.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"This is the Seran King City before the gray fog descended."
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Allow me to adjust. There will definitely be three updates tomorrow.
Chapter 101 The Secret of Divine Blood
"The Royal City of Seran before the gray fog descended... Seran?"
Hitzfeld quickly came back to his senses and stared at Year Ring with a questioning look.
The big book in the Gray Mist Temple also used this name. The pronunciation of Seran is similar to Sarah. Could it be that this is Sarah’s real name in the previous dynasty?
When it comes to this question, she immediately thinks of another seemingly insignificant thing that she once questioned.
The pronunciation of Sera gold coin.
For the countries in Changxia Continent, the official names of the gold coins issued by their own countries are basically evolved from the pronunciation of their own countries.
The gold coin of Talignan was called the Tara.
Goliath's gold coin was called a golit.
According to this rule, Sara's gold coin should be called Saran or Sat.
But it was Sera who was incompatible with the entire rules environment.
This was indeed a trivial matter at the time, because it seemed like nonsense... there was no evidence, and there were examples of not following this rule, so she didn't care, and her curiosity burst quickly like a soap bubble.
