Feng Yu left Lu Tan's home and took Qin Tiantian back with him.
The house became deserted again.
Lu Tan rubbed Laika's dog's head and then came downstairs.
The three snowmen Qin Tiantian piled up are still there, showing their own weirdness.
After a day of warmth from the sun, the snow has melted a lot. Presumably in a few days, the snow will completely melt and the earth will be revealed again.
As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. I don’t know if the heavy snow caused by the evil god will make this year’s harvest better.
Of these three snowmen, Lu Jian eliminated the last one first.
Twilight City is not a foreign land that he needs to pay attention to. The connection between this foreign land and himself is too small.
As for whether it was the abandoned city or this world, Lu Tiao felt that Jiangcheng Mountain should be the key to understand. After all, it was right next to his home. If there was really something weird there, it needed to be solved as soon as possible.
Maybe I can find a companion for this mission, and I picked up a Drizzt.
Taoist Heming's "Song in the Rain" may not be in the abandoned capital, and there may not be a real Taoist Heming. Lu Jian also roughly understood this after using the [Madman's Knowledge] from Shilian.
"It's just you."
Lu Tiao made his decision.
A few days later, Lu Tan packed his luggage, sent messages to Qin Tiantian, Feng Yu and others, and came downstairs again.
The snow has almost completely melted, but the three snowmen are still standing in place.
Lu Tan came to the snowman in the middle and pushed it gently.
This mission only had two difficulties: [Alienation] and [Sublimation]. Lu Jian did not hesitate and directly chose the [Sublimation] difficulty.
At this point, if you still choose low difficulty, what is the difference between it and salted fish?
The next moment, the snowman turned into drifting snow and scattered, wrapping Lu Jian in it.
The sky-wide snow curtain turned into systematic description text, flowing down like a waterfall.
【Nine streams】
[In troubled times, turbulent times, buildings are about to collapse, strange revivals, three religions and nine streams, goodbye in the world]
[Yin Yang Eyes, Storyteller, Paper Cutter, Corpse Sewer, Reaching for Stars, Moving Mountains to Find Dragons, Walking a Hundred Miles]
[There is also a world under the lower realms. Xuanjun is the king of the underground world. Once every ten years, strange people from all walks of life gather in Jiangcheng Mountain just to decide who is the new Xuanjun]
[However, the foreign ambush is ready to move, the turbulent situation is becoming more and more fascinating, and it is still unknown whether the destiny will be fulfilled]
[Task Difficulty: Sublimation]
[Mission goal: Become Xuanjun]
[Mission goal: Investigate the secrets of Jiangcheng Mountain]
["Who agrees with what I just said, and who opposes it?"]
[Whether to enter a quiet place]
【whether】
"You want me to be the talker?"
Lu Tan felt that he was just an ordinary chosen one, so why did he become the talker of these ninth-rate people?
However, since the Land of Silence was left to him, Lu Jian could only do so reluctantly.
At worst, wouldn't it be a good thing to give up to others after completing the task?
As for the secret of Jiangcheng Mountain, Lu Tan himself was also very curious. After being told about it by the Quiet Place, he became even more curious.
After pressing [Yes], Lu Jian saw that these snowflakes turned into some blurry pictures, taking on different colors.
There was a sudden spin, and the world around him melted.
This was the first time he used the passage from the Quiet Land to complete a mission in his own world.
[The flow rate of time in the Quiet Place is inconsistent with the outside world]
[The time ratio of this journey is: 1:1]
【Heading to destination】
Lu Tiao felt as if he had been hit by a train, and the bones in his body almost fell apart. He also felt like he was submerged in water, and he was at a loss.
The next moment, Lu Jian's feet touched the solid ground.
He found himself on a train.
This train is obviously more shabby than modern ones, and there are no first- or second-class sleeper seats, only tickets.
There are all kinds of people sitting on the train, most of them wearing old-style clothes, and most of them have numbness and indifference in their eyes.
A middle-aged man carrying a pole walked by on the sidewalk, saying "give way" while receiving looks of disgust from both sides.
"Jiangcheng is arriving soon, Jiangcheng is arriving soon."
The conductor shouted and walked over, facing the middle-aged man face to face.
"Get off the bus quickly, don't take up a seat here."
"Okay, okay."
The middle-aged man came to the place where he got off the bus.
Lu Tan sat by the window and looked out.
The fields were deserted, and it seemed that no crops had been planted for some time. On the high field ridges, some straw, cloth and other debris were piled up, and they were being burned, with thick black smoke rising.
Close to the city, you can see some farmers standing in the fields, just looking at the train, with indifferent expressions on their faces.
The black smoke from the burning thing floated into the sky, forming a cold and indifferent illustration of the system.
[In troubled times, human lives are in vain]
[On the face of it, Jiangcheng has gathered the turmoil of the times, with people from all walks of life staging a big show here]
[Secretly, fellow disciples from the Nine-Liu School also came here to discuss and exchange ideas, which is a rare sight]
[The wheel of the times is rolling forward, some traditions have faded away, while some persist and remain new forever]
[Task Difficulty: Sublimation]
[Mission goal: Become Xuanjun]
[Mission goal: Investigate the secrets of Jiangcheng Mountain]
These words dispersed like smoke. As the train entered the city, soldiers in military uniforms could be seen passing by in formation, foreigners in suits swaggering, pedestrians walking in a hurry on the roadside, and beggars in the corner resting with their eyes closed.
You can still smell the smoke of war even here, but Lu Jian's mission has nothing to do with this era, so he turned his attention back to the car.
A child in a short shirt said, "Make way, give way." He walked past those who wanted to get off the car. Lu Tiao saw that his hands were not restless, and he reached into other people's pockets and took out something.
A wallet.
Just as Lu Tiao was about to speak out, the passenger next to him suddenly held him down.
"Accomplice?"
Lu Tiaobiao was not a messenger of justice, he was just an instinctive act of justice. He glanced at the man wearing sunglasses and inexplicably felt that he looked familiar.
"I'll handle it."
The man said something and then stood up.
Lu Jian saw him pass by the child, and at a speed that could not be seen clearly with the naked eye, he took the wallet back from the child's arms.
"Sir, your wallet fell."
The man said something to the person whose wallet was stolen.
"Hey, ah, thank you so much, thank you so much."
The man whose wallet was stolen was very surprised, and then he took a banknote from the wallet and gave it to the man to express his gratitude. It can be seen that there is not a lot of money in the wallet, it is a thick stack.
The train arrived at the station at this time, and the man also got off the train. Lu Tan followed him, thinking it was interesting.
"What do you mean by taking it in a proper way?"
Lu Tan asked curiously.
"Not really, it's just that my eyes are kind of good and I can't tolerate too much dirt in my eyes."
He took off his sunglasses and immediately bowed to Lu Tiao.
"He Chong, brother, can you also come here for the fight for Xuanjun?"