Chapter 810 Ashes in the Wind

In the deserted abandoned city, Vanna walked forward cautiously, and her invisible travel companion walked beside her, happily introducing her to this prosperous, lively and beautiful place.

This is the most prosperous city on the entire "continent". Almost everyone knows it, and most people live here or at least pass by here during their journey. The guards here are dedicated and responsible, and the residents here are friendly and generous. Here are all the fresh and interesting goods in the world, as well as all the fresh and interesting ideas and stories in the world.

"Everyone likes it here, and you will too," the cheerful voice said beside Vanna, "Just stay here for a few days and you will know its appeal!"

Vanna listened to the enthusiastic tour guide beside her talking to herself, but some strange but practical... thoughts were turning in her mind.

She was thinking that she couldn't see the "people" in this city at all, but she could occasionally hear the voices of other people next to her. So for the residents here (who might really exist), was she equivalent to a blind man holding a big sword? Such a dangerous militant walked on the street with his eyes closed, swaggering around... Did those invisible residents really have no reaction at all?

She thought of the noisy guide beside her - judging from her voice, she was a young girl - she couldn't see her, or even touch her, so it was naturally difficult to "visit" this place according to her guidance, so Vanna just explored among these ruins according to her own judgment all the way, basically ignoring whether the "companion" beside her was following her or whether the other party could keep up, but the "guide lady" didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this.

She just followed by her naturally, no matter where Vanna suddenly walked, her voice kept a distance, communicating with Vanna fluently and naturally, as if this was the tour route she had planned for her "new friend".

Vanna stopped near a crossroads and silently sorted out her thoughts.

What kind of existence was she, a "stranger", to the residents of this invisible city and the invisible travel companion beside her?

The moment this doubt came up, a trance stronger than before suddenly hit her heart. Vanna suddenly felt that her mind was blank for a moment, as if... she had forgotten something very important.

She raised her head in doubt and looked at the strange and desolate ruins. She vaguely remembered that she had noticed something "irrational" before, but now this sense of irrationality has disappeared.

"Would you like some fruit?" A voice suddenly came from the roadside nearby, interrupting Vanna's thoughts. The voice sounded like a gentle old woman, "They were all delivered to the city this morning. They are fresh and thirst-quenching. I think you must have been on the road for a long time?"

Vanna looked in the direction of the voice and saw a pile of wooden boards and stones half buried by yellow sand on the roadside, and a vague black shadow was sitting in the ruins. The black shadow stretched out his hand to her, like a vendor selling goods - a ball of yellow sand was blown away by the wind and slipped from the black shadow's hand, and there was only sand on the wooden board in front of him.

Vanna blinked, and the black shadow disappeared in an instant.

She stood alone at the crossroads, with only the hollow sound of the wind in her ears. After a while, she realized that even the voice of the "invisible travel companion" had disappeared, and it had not sounded for a long time.

Vanna turned her head and looked in the direction where she last felt the other person's breath, and asked tentatively: "Are you still there?"

She didn't get a response.

Some dust was blown up by the wind and fell from a nearby ruined wall. A vague and intermittent familiar sound came from the wind and sand - ding, ding ding...

Vanna handed the giant sword to her left hand and used her right hand to outline a familiar symbol on her chest - she couldn't remember the meaning of this symbol, but her body did this action naturally. This seemed to be a habit she had developed a long time ago, a kind of... blessing action.

Then she carefully held the giant sword and walked deeper into the city.

She walked for a long time in the ruins. The wide and complex roads in the city seemed to have no end. There were buildings and paths buried in the yellow sand everywhere. Even if the broken and collapsed buildings were buried in the sand, they could still vaguely see some of their former exquisite appearance.

Vanna suddenly thought that this might really be the most lively and prosperous city in the world. I don’t know how many people live in this huge city, and I don’t know how many busy caravans shuttled through the city, supplying it with materials from all over the world and stories from far away.

But that was when it was not abandoned.

Why was such a prosperous city abandoned? When was it abandoned? And in the end... why did I come here?

Vanna crossed a fork in the road and continued to walk forward with questions that popped up from time to time. When she passed a building, she suddenly stopped.

There was a strange sound of clacking in the wind, and then a piece of paper flew out from the wind and sand, swirling past her eyes, and words could be vaguely seen on the paper.

Paper? Can there be paper preserved in this wind and sand?

Vanna's heart moved, and her body reacted first - she grabbed the piece of paper that flew past her eyes, and then looked at its contents with astonishment.

It turned out to be a broken newspaper. The words related to the masthead of the newspaper could still be seen in the incomplete upper part. On the lower part of the paper, there were many badly worn and worn handwritings. Fanna carefully identified it for a long time. , only to find a relatively complete sentence from it:

"...A fire broke out in Puland. The fire spread from the upper city to the lower city. Many factories and neighborhoods were damaged in the fire. The casualties of residents..."

Fanna stared blankly at the words on the paper that seemed to have been baptized by time, and her mind was filled with confusion. After a long time, she came up with a question:

Where is Puland?

The next second, she saw the fragments of newspaper in her hand turning into yellow sand silently, drifting in the air with the wind.

Fanna stood there in shock for a moment, then shook off the remaining sand and dust in her hands, and then slowly walked forward.

After walking forward for a long time, she suddenly stopped in front of a building.

In the floating dust and mist, the appearance of the building seemed very abrupt. It seemed to have suddenly emerged from the wind and sand, standing somewhat incongruously among the surrounding piles of broken and collapsed building debris, like a giant beast, silent. Staring at Vanna.

It was a small church with multiple spiers. For a church, it was not grand in scale, but it still looked particularly solemn.

It has obviously been abandoned. Its outer walls are mottled and cracked, the doors and windows are broken and scattered, and the roof tiles have fallen off. It looks abandoned for a long time, but compared with the ruins around it that have completely collapsed into broken bricks and tiles and were buried in the sand. It at least maintained the integrity of its main structure - and what worried Vanna was that there was a small flower bed in front of the church.

The flower bed has also been damaged, and there are only some dead plants in it. But what is incredible is that there is not a grain of sand in the flower bed. Even in this place where yellow sand is everywhere and the wind never stops, the flower bed looks dry. Clean.

It's as if someone is still taking care of the cracked flower bed and the withered plants inside.

Fanna stopped in front of the flower bed for a while, looked up at the dilapidated chapel, hesitated briefly and then stepped forward.

The moment she stepped through the church door, she felt something change - the eternal heat in the desert seemed to be instantly isolated to another world, and the next second, she saw bright lights in front of her.

From the outside, the church looks abandoned for an unknown number of years, but inside it is actually clean and tidy. The doors, windows and roof are intact, and bright lights illuminate the entire main hall. Rows of empty wooden benches are neatly arranged. The floor was arranged in the hall, and at the end of the bench was a high pulpit - the lamp shone from above the wooden pulpit, bathing it in soft light.

Fanna frowned, vaguely feeling that this place was familiar.

She had seen this place before, or at least heard about it.

But she couldn't remember. She couldn't even remember what kind of life she had experienced before she stepped into this boundless desert.

She held the sword tightly and walked down the aisle in the middle of the hall. After checking her surroundings, she finally stopped in front of a bench.

She had been trudging for so long that she felt she needed to sit down and rest, if only for a few minutes.

She sat down on the bench. The old chair made a slight creaking sound. She took a long breath and felt that her joints, like the old chair, were overwhelmed after being filled with sand. Crunch.

Then, she suddenly heard a slight breathing sound.

There was a man sitting next to her.

Vanna turned back suddenly.

It was a young nun wearing a black church robe, who looked to be about the same age as Vanna - she sat quietly next to her, her head lowered, as if she was praying devoutly.

one person! A visible, real person? !

Fanna has almost forgotten the last time she saw "another person". In all her memories, she seems to have been trekking on this never-ending journey, accompanied only by sand and weird sounds. , she even began to feel that the world was originally like this, and she was the only "human being" in the world, but now...she saw a person!

The excitement was uncontrollable, and at the same time, a subtle sense of confusion and familiarity emerged in her heart. Fanna subconsciously said: "You are..."

"You have stayed here for too long, sister," the young nun who was praying suddenly raised her head, interrupting Vanna's words. She looked at the latter calmly, "Ashes are easily assimilated by ashes."