Chapter 209 Overnight

Before I knew it, it was evening.

Hunting teams came out of the wind and thunder restricted area.

The camp became lively.

Fang Zhixing looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and walked in the opposite direction.

He came to the entrance of the restricted area.

Fang Zhixing took out a long rope.

He tied one end of the rope to a tree outside and pressed it with a big stone.

Then he walked into the restricted area, walked forward, and loosened the rope as he walked.

He stopped just 50 meters away from the entrance.

In terms of the actual scope of the restricted area, Fang Zhixing was just within two meters of the restricted area at this time.

"Well, let's do it here."

Fang Zhixing tied the other end of the rope to his wrist, then found a big tree, leaned against it and sat cross-legged.

Time passed little by little.

The sky darkened.

This darkness was incredible, it was really as dark as ink, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Fang Zhixing turned his head and watched the light at the entrance gradually weaken and finally disappear completely.

Endless darkness engulfed and enveloped him like a tide.

At this moment, Fang Zhixing seemed to sink to the bottom of the water, and a trace of panic occurred in his heart.

That was the instinctive fear of darkness.

Fang Zhixing exhaled slightly, remained motionless, slowly closed his eyes, and closed his eyes to rest.

He did not plan to sleep that night.

To survive this night is to succeed.

But just after the endless darkness fell, Fang Zhixing soon discovered that the sounds around him also disappeared.

The world suddenly became quiet.

It was really too quiet!

In theory, the restricted area is very lively, with all kinds of strange beasts including birds, fish and insects, lightning and thunder, and strong winds, all making chaotic sounds.

However, at this moment, it seemed as if someone pressed the pause button and time stopped!

Fang Zhixing frowned slightly, raised his hand, and carefully felt the air.

He confirmed that there was wind blowing on his skin, and the wind was not small.

But he couldn't hear the wind at all.

"It's really weird..."

Fang Zhixing adjusted his breathing and heartbeat, gradually letting himself blend into the environment like a chameleon, and was as quiet as a lifeless stone.

"Xiaoxing~"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came into Fang Zhixing's ears.

Fang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly opened his eyes and listened attentively.

"Xiaoxing~"

Another call came, clearer than the last time.

"Mom?!"

Fang Zhixing's breathing became rapid, and he heard his mother calling him.

"Xiaoxing, my chest hurts so much, give me two painkillers."

Mom was calling.

Fang Zhixing heard it, his brows twisted into a knot, and he quickly extinguished all distracting thoughts in his heart, and his heart was as calm as water.

Then, the world became quiet.

Mom had died of illness a long time ago, and Fang Zhixing saw her sparks with his own eyes, and her ashes were buried on the back mountain of his hometown.

"Is this an illusion?"

"How did I have this illusion?"

Fang Zhixing's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and a guess emerged in his mind.

At night in the restricted area, after no sunlight, the land or plants here may release a toxic gas.

When people breathe in toxic gases, their spirits will be affected and their hearing will be completely lost.

Thinking...

"Xiaoxing, can you hear it? You are not hallucinating, it is really your mother talking to you."

"You are in a very dangerous situation now, you must leave here immediately."

"Look to your left, they are coming."

Mom is chattering.

Fang Zhixing ignored it and consolidated his mind.

But the next second, a beam of light shone from the left.

Fang Zhixing turned his head, the dazzling light dazzled his eyes, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover it.

He looked through the gaps between his fingers and saw three light sources coming.

Hundreds of meters away, three giant figures appeared in the flickering light and shadow, with vague human outlines, slowly approaching from far to near.

Fang Zhixing quickly stood up, knelt on one knee and stared.

"Chichi~Chichi~~~"

After a while, Fang Zhixing heard a burst of noise, just like the white noise from an old radio.

The three giant figures were at least six meters tall, with large strides, getting closer and closer.

Fang Zhixing said nothing, just holding the Dragon Slaying Sword, and gathering strength with his whole body.

Soon, the three giant figures suddenly stopped and squatted on the ground at the same time, and it was unclear what they were doing.

After a while, they stood up, turned a corner, and walked in another direction.

Fang Zhixing estimated the distance, and the three giant figures were about a hundred meters away from him.

He pondered for a moment, walked around behind the tree, opened the blood-red pupil and stared.

At a glance, the three giant figures did not emit a trace of blood and smoke.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing immediately closed his Blood Eyes.

But almost at the same time, the three giant figures seemed to have noticed something, suddenly stopped, turned again, and walked towards Fang Zhixing.

After a while, the three giant figures walked faster and faster, and came closer.

Fang Zhixing raised his head, and his pupils shrank fiercely.

Those three giant figures, with metal shells, were clearly mechas!

"Chi Chi~"

The white noise became louder, piercing the eardrums.

Suddenly, one of the mechas raised his hand and pointed at Fang Zhixing.

The other mechas separated from the left and right and surrounded him.

The next moment, the mecha on the left rushed over, and its iron fist hit Fang Zhixing quickly and fiercely.

Peng~

dusty!

The Iron Fist sunk deep into the soil, leaving a large hole in the ground.

Whoosh!

From the smoke, a figure suddenly rushed out, leaped high, almost flew into the sky, and jumped to the top of the mecha.

Fang Zhixing held the dragon-slaying sword with both hands and chopped it off at the mecha's head.

Boom~

The mecha burst open from the midline like tofu, then turned directly into rust and scattered in the air.

Fang Zhixing was stunned for a moment, and the sword struck like it was in the air, without any feedback.

The mecha on the right also rushed over.

Fang Zhixing did not rush to attack, but carefully observed it. Only then did he notice that the surface of the mecha was stained with rust, and iron slag kept falling down.

He jumped back, quickly and nimbly, and the mecha ran after him, but it was obvious that he couldn't keep up.

When Fang Zhixing saw this, he felt completely at ease.

The mecha looks mighty, but in fact its combat effectiveness is average, and its quality is very poor, like a pile of junk assembled from junk parts.

Only then did he become more and more comfortable playing cat and mouse.

The remaining two mechas came to catch him, but they didn't touch a corner of his clothes.

Not a moment later, the two mechas suddenly jumped forward and fell to the ground. They scattered and the fragments fell to the ground with a clatter.

After a moment, the mechanical fragments rusted and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned into dust and slag, and dissipated.

The world is quiet again, dead silent!

Fang Zhixing felt confused.

When Uncle Wang spent the night in the restricted area, the Transformers he encountered should be this kind of mecha.

But this is a world of ancient martial arts, where did the mechas come from?

Fang Zhixing put away the dragon-slaying sword, walked back to the big tree in the dark, and reached out to touch the rope.

During the fight just now, he took off the rope from his wrist and threw it on the ground.

"Hey, where's the rope?"

Fang Zhixing searched for the place where the rope was thrown in his memory. He searched for a long time and got a hand full of mud, but he couldn't find the rope.

He had to expand the scope and touch within a few meters of the surrounding area.

Touching it!

Suddenly, his hand touched something hard and flat, which seemed to be a stone slab.

He touched forward again, and soon, the outline of a rectangular stone slab appeared in his hand.

"Young man, what are you touching?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

Fang Zhixing was slightly frightened. When he looked up, he suddenly froze on the spot.

There was a stall not far away selling dolls.

There was a stall owner behind the stall, a middle-aged man with slender eyes and a goatee beard, who was looking at him with his head stretched out.

Fang Zhixing stood up suddenly, looked around quickly, and found that he was on a long street.

The streets were decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and pedestrians were coming and going, as if they were celebrating a festival.

Fang Zhixing took a breath of cold air and turned to look at the tower behind him.

The three words "Lingquan Town" are clearly written on the plaque hanging on the tower.

"Oh day!"

Fang Zhixing's face quickly darkened. He immediately walked towards the stall owner and asked, "What day is today?"

The stall owner smiled and said: "What a happy day, the new emperor has ascended the throne, and good days for us people are coming!"

Fang Zhixing asked: "Are you talking about Emperor Mu Yuan?"

"Yes!"

The stall owner nodded repeatedly.

Fang Zhixing was silent for a while, took out a golden ticket from his arms and handed it over, saying seriously: "I'll buy a rag doll."

The stall owner was overjoyed. He took the golden ticket and looked at it. He was suddenly stunned. He turned the golden ticket over and over and looked at it several times, wondering: "What is this?"

Fang Zhixing asked: "Don't you recognize the golden ticket?"

The stall owner continued: "No one knows the golden ticket, but I have never seen this kind of golden ticket. Can it be a fake?"

Only then did he know that his heartfelt message was indeed true.

If he traveled back in time to the first year of Mu Yuan, people at that time would not know the current golden ticket.

"Forget it if you don't know me, I won't buy it."

Fang Zhixing took back the golden ticket and asked the stall owner: "Who is the top master in Lingquan Town?"

The stall owner gave a thumbs up and said, "Of course it's Mr. Sheng Bao Quan Sheng."

Fang Zhixing knew it and quickly asked Sheng Baoquan's address and hurried over.

After a while, he came to the door of the largest mansion in the town. When he saw it, the door was locked from the outside.

"Sheng Baoquan should also be attending the temple fair tonight."

Fang Zhixing quickly came to his senses and returned to the lively street.

He walked leisurely on the street, observing every pedestrian and the goods on every stall.

Suddenly, he smelled a strong smell of medicinal herbs. He raised his head and immediately saw a medicinal herb shop on the street called "Liuweiju".

Fang Zhixing pondered for a while and walked into the medicine shop.

There was only one old man in the shop. He was quite old, almost sixty years old. He had a lot of wrinkles on his face, his body was thin and long, and he was wearing a watermelon hat that resembled the style of the Qing Dynasty.

The old man was cleaning the counter with a chicken feather blanket in his hand. Suddenly Fang Zhixing walked in and asked with a smile: "Guest, what do you want to buy? Do you have a prescription?"

Fang Zhixing asked casually: "Is there any blood-transforming grass?"

"have!"

Unexpectedly, the old man nodded without hesitation and asked seriously: "How much do you want?"

Fang Zhixing replied: "Fifteen."

The old man turned around and walked to the back, opened a cabinet and took out a dried herb.

He walked back, put it on the table, and asked, "Do you want some other herbs?"

Fang Zhixing didn't answer, but reached out and picked up the fifteen herbs.

Suddenly!

The system panel flashed!

[Collect 36 blood-transforming grasses (prepared, are they completed?)]

Gulp~

Fang Zhixing couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

What happened at this moment was beyond his cognition.

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster and his scalp tingling. He responded, "Do you have Tianluo flowers?"

"Yes, how many do you want?" The old man asked politely with a sincere smile.

Fang Zhixing said, "Give me 12 flowers."

"Well, please wait." The old man turned around again and walked to the cabinet behind.

This time he spent some time, but he also found a cabinet to open and took out dried flowers from it.

"12 Tianluo flowers, please count them." The old man asked with a smile.

Fang Zhixing held up the flowers.

[Collect 12 Tianluo flowers (prepared, completed?)]

Confirmed!

Blood-transforming grass and Tianluo flowers are real things.

It's so real that it's even recognized by the system!

Fang Zhixing was excited and asked, "How much is it in total?"

"It's not expensive. You can give this amount for today's festival."

The old man raised his right hand and made a gesture.

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, took off the second-level sword from his waist, put it on the table, and said, "I don't have any money on me. I'll use this sword as collateral. Do you think it's okay?"

The old man looked at the second-level sword carefully and praised, "It's really a good sword. How about this, when you have money, you can redeem it?"

Fang Zhixing thought about it and replied, "I may not be able to come back, you can dispose of this sword at will."

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "That's great, as long as you don't feel at a disadvantage."

"No loss!"

Fang Zhixing was also very happy, feeling that everything was like a bizarre dream.

He stuffed the two herbs into his arms, walked out of the herb shop quickly, and then his mind moved.

In an instant!

The two herbs turned into ashes.

Fang Zhixing patted his chest, and a handful of ashes floated in the air.

He continued to stroll around the street, and unknowingly walked to the end of the street.

Fang Zhixing looked up and looked far away. It was pitch black outside the town, and he couldn't see anything.

He still didn't stop and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, a big stone on the side of the road attracted his attention.

Fang Zhixing turned around and walked to the stone. He vaguely saw a line of words engraved on the stone, which was a little blurry.

He grabbed a handful of soil and smeared it on the stone, and blew a breath.

The words suddenly became clear.

It said: Luo Qianqian was here!

"Damn!"

Fang Zhixing took two steps back, and his expression was extremely wonderful.

He never expected that Luo Qianqian had also been to this Lingquan Town.

"What on earth is going on? Time travel?"

Fang Zhixing was incredulous. He stood in front of the stone, his mind churning.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Zhixing felt the light around him dim.

Looking up, he saw that Lingquan Town had disappeared, and the big stone was gone too.

A hint of white appeared on the horizon.

"It's dawn?!"