Chapter 506: Box of Imagination

Lu Yao was officially sent to Huangliang Tower the next day.

People came from both the Public Health Department and the Pharmacy Bureau. The former was because it involved gods and ghosts, and the latter was because it needed to examine and treat patients. The staff were all in casual clothes.

"Ms. sir, just follow the doctor's words and everything will be fine." Hua Tong'er forced a smile on her face and said, "I'll be back in ten days at most."

Lu Yao nodded.

He followed the staff into a boxy black commercial vehicle.

Sitting in the car, Lu Yao noticed that the vehicle was still different from the real world he was in. The interior of the car is covered with white gauze, the chairs are all made of wood, and the steering wheels in the cab are wide and shaped like a ship's rudder.

The car drove slowly and at a constant speed.

The world outside Lan Ruofang is full of traffic. Most people ride bicycles, and there are only a few cars. Under the guidance of uniformed traffic police, some long trams pass by on the ground track.

The people walking on the street were of various races, including Asians with black hair and black eyes, Europeans with blond hair and blue eyes, and black people with dark skin... Lu Yao also saw suspected Indians wearing feather headdresses, and plump South American girls. .

He was in a somewhat strange mood.

This is the world where Qin Shihuang is not dead and his hegemony has just begun.

The Qin Empire became the economic, cultural and political center that dominated the world for a long time.

Elites and people with lofty ideals from all over the world rushed to this huge empire one after another to learn advanced knowledge and culture. Some of them settled here, and some took what they learned back to their motherland.

Just when Lu Yao was fascinated, the car suddenly stopped.

"We're here, get off the car, Huang Lishi."

Lu Yao walked out of the car door.

In front of you is a traditional wooden building with cornices and raised legs, a pointed roof, and octagonal structures on all four sides. It has three floors, but each floor is extremely wide.

There is an erected plaque on the upper floor "Huangliang Tower Jialu", which refers to the Class A No. 6 in Huangliang Tower.

He was sent into the building.

After completing the process of filling in his name, taking fingerprints, having all his belongings taken away, taking off his clothes and changing into special hospital clothes, Lu Yao carried a wooden bucket containing towels, soap, toilet paper and other necessary supplies to the hospital. Dormitory in Room C2 on the third floor.

There are already two people in the dormitory.

A middle-aged monk with a bright head, and a capable young man in his twenties with fanged ghost tattoos embroidered on his arms.

The monk faced the wall, his lips moving, but he could not be heard speaking.

The young man greeted him cheerfully: "Brother, you are really a brave man. I wonder what you did before?"

"The study of state government and the study of objects."

Lu Yao also followed the local customs and imitated local customs in speaking. Jianxue is his official position, that is, a physics lecturer at the state capital university, similar to a modern young teacher.

"Brother, is this your master?"

The young man was a little surprised, but then he suddenly realized: "In ancient times, the six arts of a gentleman originally required both wisdom and courage. Xiongtai is indeed quite ancient, unlike those sour scholars who have no power to tie a chicken."

"Bless me." The young man handed over his hand and said, "I used to work in the county iron factory."

Lu Yao also bowed: "Huang Jia."

There was a strange expression on the other person's face, but then it returned to normal.

People here like to address people with names, but Lu Yao himself prefers the original name of Huang Jia.

Zhu You looks normal.

But speaking of it, his name is evocative.

Zhu Youshu is a well-known witchcraft that has been recorded in various documents in ancient times.

Lu Yao looked at the corner next to him, where the monk was chanting silently. He was wearing a gray monk's robe, his eyes were lifeless, and he looked like a zombie.

"Is this what he is?"

"It's okay, it's like this every day."

Zhu You laughed: "This is Master Huiyuan, the Tibetan Master of the White Horse Temple in Luoyang. But I don't know what book I read, which made me become a demon. I was diagnosed as insane by the imperial hospital. It's just that in Luoyang Huangliang Tower was full at that time, so it was moved to Shunqing Mansion."

Later, Lu Yao found out that the owner was the librarian of the temple's scripture collection pavilion.

Zhu You said: "Master Huiyuan feels that the entire world is fake, the world is meaningless, and it will be destroyed at any time."

"This is just a box of illusions built by people with great perseverance. The gods are all fake. There are no gods and no emperors. Everyone is a projection of nothingness and fantasy. Only a few people exist. He even said in the Dharma Assembly Public statements have caused a lot of commotion. These words are fine in private, but they are troublesome in public."

Lu Yao thought about it carefully.

This monk’s understanding is worthy of reference.

"Actually, I know you, Brother Huang Jia."

Zhu Youdao: "Although we are not in the same room, I have heard your name. Are you really a god who has descended into the world?"

"...I don't think so."

The other party showed a disappointed expression, but he was still unwilling to give in: "But I heard that you said here before that your name is [The Creeper] and you come from the outer world... Are you here to conquer a treasure of the First Emperor? ?”

Lu Yao was stunned when he heard this.

I didn't expect that I would actually get in touch with the Creeper here.

Wait.

In other words, before him, the identity of Huang Jia was held by the Creeper?

Is it just a small chance of coincidence that Wriggling named himself Huang Jia, also known as Lux?

Hearing Lu Yao's insinuation, Zhu You was a little puzzled: "Brother Huang Jia, I don't understand. When you said the name before, did you mean your name?"

"Didn't I remember that I used a pseudonym before?" Lu Yao said deliberately.

"Name..."

Zhu You showed a confused and bewildered expression on his face.

"I don't know, but your name is Huang Jia. If not Huang Jia, what is your name?"

He couldn't get an answer even after asking him.

In Zhu You's cognition and memory, Huang Jia is Huang Jia, but he had only heard of his deeds in the past, but had never seen him in person.

Lu Yao changed the subject: "So which room did I live in before this?"

"At first it was B3, and then I moved to A4." Zhu You blurted out.

The numbering of the patient dormitories in Huangliang Building is particular.

Class A represents the most dangerous patients, who live alone and are not even allowed to leave the house. They eat and go to the toilet in a small room. Just like death row prisoners, they are forbidden to contact the outside world.

Class B is an individual with more complex and severe symptoms. They need to take large doses of drugs. They are restricted from going out on a daily basis and can only go out for a walk.

Class C is a mild patient who can go in and out at will on a daily basis and complete treatment and rehabilitation in a more relaxed way. This group is usually those who are about to be discharged from the hospital, or patients who do not have harmful and destructive tendencies.

According to Zhu You, Huang Jia had a sudden illness before, and he claimed that he was a god [Wriggler], and asked around for the First Emperor's treasure house. He recruited the patients, doctors, nurses and guards here and asked them to obey his orders.

The creeper promised that as long as they completed this mission, they would ascend to heaven, enter his kingdom of God, and become the gods' favored ones.

After he was subdued, the dosage of the medicine was increased and he was sent to the Class A ward.

"That should be three months ago? No... It seems to be four months ago..." Zhu You pondered, but the time he said was always different.

"I don't remember it clearly."

There is no clock in the dormitory, but in the public area outside, whether it is the simple activity area or the dining hall, there is a fixed pendulum clock to tell the time.

The pendulum clock has one to twelve hours.

When Lu Yao arrived at the dining hall, he saw that the pendulum clock showed three quarters of noon (11:45).

After having a lunch of sweet potatoes, tofu soup and a small salted fish, he put the plate back into the storage window. When he came back, he found that it was already 19:15.

Nearly 7 hours passed in just a few steps.

The sky outside the window also darkened, and the orange sunset attracted many patients to watch in front of the glass window.

Lu Yao finally realized.

There is something wrong with the time in this world.

At night, he woke up suddenly after falling asleep and found that it was already bright daytime outside. He went out and looked at the pendulum clock. It was already the afternoon of the next day.

The only lucky thing was that the timer above his head was still intact, running according to some kind of constant or in line with Lu Yao's biological clock.

The countdown showed [234 hours: 19 minutes: 57 seconds]

In the standard time system perceived by the body, Lu Yao only spent one day in Huangliang Tower.

Lu Yao slowly summed up an experience.

The time in the Qin Empire world is not completely continuous, and there will be jumps. Sometimes time jumps forward, sometimes jumps backward.

For example, Lu Yao had just fallen asleep when he suddenly found himself standing in front of the pendulum again, and the time pointed to lunch time.

The time in this world would go back and forth, but fortunately the frequency was not too high.

The people in Huangliang Tower could not feel it at all, only he, an outsider who had unlocked the seal and entered it, felt this way.

Could it be that [Advanced Immunity] caused the local spells here to fail?

Lu Yao was not sure.

He just felt vaguely that this sealed copy world might be much more difficult than he imagined. Perhaps this countdown was not used to restrict the gods, but to protect the players who entered here.

The last [Wriggler] who entered the seal did not get what he wanted, and was subdued and locked up, indicating that the combat power here might be enough to deal with the title gods.

It is not a good idea to force it.

Now we need to collect more information.

It would be even better if we can find other players.

While Zhuyou was taking a nap and the monks were chanting silently at noon, Lu Yao left the dormitory.

There are two people in the activity area.

A young girl was holding a book called "Traveling in Fuso Kabuki Men" and reading it attentively. The only problem was that the book was upside down, but she was reading it with great interest.

But among the patients in Huangliang Tower, she was considered relatively normal.

The other one was a gray-haired old man with dark skin, heavy bags under his eyes, and a circle of white beard. He looked like an Indian or Southeast Asian. He was hunched and thin, and his arms and fingers looked very long.

The old man was sitting at a table, writing and drawing on paper with charcoal, and his fingers were stained very black by the charcoal.

When Lu Yao saw the painting, he frowned.

The paper showed a starry sky, with a sphere similar to the sun in the middle, but two long poles grew on both sides of the sun.

The surrounding stars were not regular star-shaped or spherical. Some were shaped like teapots, some like pottery jars, and some like swords. There were all kinds of strange things.

The old man seemed to have a clear standard for the image of these things, so he kept changing the lines to modify and correct their appearance.

Lu Yao suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The painting was not the starry sky, but the virtual universe.

The old man did not look up, but just focused on painting and talked casually.

"You are here for the First Emperor's treasure house, right?"

"Do you want to cooperate?"