In the evening, the sun sets.

The orange-red light shines on the ancient buildings, casting long shadows on the ground.

On a street with few pedestrians, a figure dragged on the ground, holding a wine bottle in his hand and walking unsteadily.

"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk..."

Looking at the huge sun sinking into the horizon, the drunken man felt inspired and recited an ancient poem.

If a scholar who has read poetry well stood here, he would definitely be amazed, because this poem with profound artistic conception has never appeared in the literary history of any country or region in the Red Earth Continent.

But no one knows that it comes from another world.

In the morning, after Chen Xing left the Red Fort, he had been in a daze and did not go home. He randomly picked up a bottle of wine from a convenience store and drank while walking to relieve his depression.

Unknowingly, he arrived here - a civilian area in the city of monitor lizard.

"How did I end up like this..."

He was shouting vague drunken words, his steps were careless, and he would stagger every step he took. Occasionally, pedestrians would pass by and they would give way.

The inexplicable pain hit him like a flood, almost suffocating him. Looking back, he realized that he had lived the life he hated most.

Who is he now, a lover, a pretty boy, or a male favorite?

No!

It's a slave!

A miserable and pitiful little slave.

"Is this the price of dreams?"

"Does such a dream still have meaning?"

This is the paradox in the hearts of countless low-level workers.

In order to realize your dream, you must surrender to society, but the purpose of pursuing your dream is to not surrender.

So this kind of self-doubt and confusion has been with them forever.

The setting sun shines on the corner of the wall, drawing out an open triangle.

Half of the figure peeked out from the shadow where the light could not reach.

The whole body is wrapped in a dark blue traveling robe and wearing a hood. Judging from the curves of the body, it can be seen that she is a woman with a rather good figure.

"If heaven has feelings, it will also grow old, and the right path in the world will be subject to vicissitudes of life..."

Chen Xing stumbled by, a red light flashed under his hood, and the woman's hand touched her lower back.

"No, he can sense danger."

"We have to wait until he gets a little drunker."

The woman let go of her hand on the hilt of the knife, and her body disappeared into the darkness.

"Huh?"

After leaning against the corner and following for a while, the woman's body suddenly stiffened, as if she had noticed something, and she subconsciously raised her head and looked up at the sky.

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"What a powerful spiritual pressure..."

"No, it's the king!"

The woman groaned, turned around, ran away, left the alley, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

A few seconds later, another figure fell from the sky.

They are also wearing traveling robes and hoods, and their faces cannot be seen. They are also in hot shape, but the former tends to be plump and plump, while the latter is more exquisite.

The new woman was also leaning against the corner just now, sticking half of her head out to look at the staggering drunkard.

"What a useless guy. He got drunk like this after just a little drink."

"oops……"

"Why are you scolding him again? You obviously want to treat him better."

"For an ant, he has worked very hard."

The voice seemed to be a bit remorseful.

"But he is so useless. A little setback is all."

"Yeah, you should scold him."

"Who wants him to be so weak and pretend to be pitiful?"

"I will never sympathize with him!"

"oops……"

"He has done a great job breaking through the Seven Layers of the Mountain and striking down the Silver Claw."

"Am I being too harsh?"

"Huh, being strict with him is motivating him!"

The woman is somewhat conflicted. One moment she blames herself, and the next moment she convinces herself.

"vomit!"

At this time, the drunkard in front was holding on to the wall and vomited all over the floor.

The fishy smell of alcohol suddenly filled the surrounding area.

"It's disgusting, it stinks." The woman hiding in the corner covered her nose. A crack in the space behind her opened up, and a figure flashed out and handed over a gas mask. The woman took it and quickly put it on, finally able to breathe.

"When you sing a long song, you should cry; when you sing a long song, you should cry!"

Chen Xing yelled, shook his head, drank wine, and walked aimlessly forward.

At this moment, he was already drunk, his head was in a daze, and he didn't realize that he was being followed by two women one after another.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

He was vomiting like a madman who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

"Clang clang clang!"

Suddenly, a bell sounded from ahead.

The sound of the bell was melodious and far-reaching, which instantly dissipated a lot of his drunkenness. He subconsciously followed the sound of the bell, and a cross bell tower half a man's height came into view.

The rusty ancient clock swayed back and forth under the drag of the rope, emitting a crisp chime.

Taking a closer look, it was a dilapidated little church. It was tidy inside and out. The broken stained glass windows were sealed with wooden boards, and some flowers and plants were planted on the ground.

At this moment, Chen Xing's eyes suddenly flashed, and another picture appeared.

The same chapel, but much brand new, the wooden boards used to repair the stained glass windows were missing, and the copper bell on the cross bell tower was polished, reflecting the dazzling afternoon sunlight.

A familiar feeling came to mind.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

At the same time, there were strong winds and waves in the spiritual sea. The devil's pot lying in the sky, the large black pottery urn sinking into the sea, and all the spirit-absorbing artifacts began to buzz, and countless golden sands rolled into the sky, like a link connecting heaven and earth.

of tornadoes.

The originally silent memory recall rune seemed to wake up, blooming with dazzling golden brilliance.

Several images poured into Chen Xing's mind, like dreams and illusions, and it was difficult to tell whether they were true or false. Although they were just broken fragments, like broken glass windows, they were extremely clear, as if they happened yesterday.

Running in the courtyard, looking up at the church's roof beams, climbing up the bell tower to play...

"I've been here!"

Chen Xing suddenly realized that he had been here before!

No, to be precise, his predecessor had been here before!

Chen Xing suddenly woke up from his drinking. At this time, he heard the sound of children playing behind the church. Out of curiosity about the memory of his predecessor, Chen Xing couldn't help but walked over.

"Hehe, come after me!" "Sister, where am I?"

The sound of playing became increasingly clear, it was a group of children.

After turning the corner, the entire rear of the church was revealed. It was a lawn with many clothes-drying poles, and white sheets were draped on them, blowing in the wind.

A girl was playing hide-and-seek with a dozen children.

The moment he saw the girl, Chen Xing was stunned.

"Hehehe..." "Ouch!"

A little boy bumped into Chen Xing's leg while playing, and fell to the ground. Chen Xing quickly helped him up.

Chen Xing's appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention, including the girl.

When the girl saw Chen Xing, she was also stunned.
To be continued...