Zhang Zian's heart was inexplicably full of confidence. Maybe it was because he knew that Zhuang Xiaodie was different from other elfins. She was not in his phone, but in his body, perhaps deep in his brain. Therefore, he and she were in a symbiotic relationship to some extent, so she would not do anything to him, at least not let him die. At most, she would torture him in different ways …
Otherwise, if he died, she would disappear with him.
The voices of the elfins in his dream made him quite anxious, but now that he knew it was a dream, it made him feel at ease. After all, Zhuang Xiaodie was the absolute master of dreams. Whatever she wanted him to dream, he would dream of it.
It was actually quite scary to think about it this way. If she put some kind of psychological suggestion on him day after day in her dream, such as suggesting that he really liked men, maybe after a while …
No, forget it.
He quickly expelled the distracting thoughts from his mind. If she knew about this idea, he would rather die than live.
Zhuang Xiaodie sat on a stone bench, which was very close to the cliff. Half of her long skirt was dragged outside the cliff, and the mountain wind was blowing. It looked very dangerous, but at the same time, it was full of fairy aura, making her feel like she was not on earth. It seemed that she could fly away with the wind at any time.
The strong wind did not disturb her delicate bun.
If the ancient hunters and herb gatherers saw her sitting on the top of the mountain in such a graceful manner, they would definitely worship her as a fairy.
Zhang Zian remembered very clearly that this stone bench was placed in the same position in modern times for tourists who climbed up the mountain to rest. However, there was a guardrail in front of it to prevent tourists from falling. The last time he returned to the top of the ancient Hidden Fog Mountain, the top of the mountain was empty and barren.
Therefore, this flaw was too obvious. Even if he did not notice the dream at first, when he saw this stone bench, he would immediately notice it.
Did her level of dreaming decline? Or was she too casual?
She stared at him intently. Her colorful eyes were like a kaleidoscope, colorful in the sun. Deep purple, bright yellow, noble green, beautiful red, bright blue, warm orange, refreshing green … It was like a whirlpool that sucked people in.
"The stone bench you are sitting on doesn't seem to appear in this era."
He coughed dryly, shifted his gaze slightly, and pointed at the stone chair.
She let out another "oh" and asked calmly, "Why?"
Why?
He felt that she was playing dumb, asking a question that she already knew the answer to.
The top of the Hidden Fog Mountain didn't seem to be any different from the last time he came here. Weeds grew everywhere, rocks were mottled, and ancient trees were sad. Only this stone chair stood out.
"Because it doesn't belong to this era. The Hidden Fog Mountain of this era should still be a barren mountain … Are you looking down on my intelligence?" he said angrily.
She stared at him for a while and slowly shook her head. "No, you're wrong."
Zhang Zian was stunned. She didn't seem to be joking. Sometimes, she did make some nasty jokes, but she usually wouldn't joke about such a small matter.
Where did I go wrong?
He muttered softly and moved his feet, wanting to get closer to take a closer look at the bench. However, his ankle slanted as if he had stepped on a rock and almost twisted his ankle.
He looked down at his feet and was stunned again. He could hardly believe his eyes.
In the weeds was half a stone slab, the kind of antique square bricks that were often used in squares or open spaces.
Moving forward, there were more broken bricks and tiles in the grass. At a glance, he could see that they were all man-made products.
Impossible, right?
Even if the dream created by Zhuang Xiaodie had one or two flaws, it shouldn't be full of flaws like this …
He took a few more steps and suddenly found a stone platform in the weeds that was shaped like the base of a column. The stone platform was indented, and the column that should have stood in it was long gone.
Wait a minute …
He tried to recall in his mind the layout of the modern Hidden Fog Mountain.
Using the stone chair and the ancient tree as a reference, the place where he was standing now should be the main entrance of the Hidden Fog Teahouse.
He remembered very clearly that the antique teahouse had a wooden pillar at each corner as a structural support.
The indented stone platform under his feet seemed to be the base of one of the wooden pillars.
He lowered his head and walked in the other three directions horizontally and vertically for a distance. Sure enough, he found another three stone bases. They were similar to the previous one, and they were all somewhat broken. It was almost like a historical site.
Not long ago, he had just visited the Hidden Fog Teahouse. It was obviously built less than a year or two ago, and it was like a new building!
It couldn't be …
He looked up blankly and subconsciously looked in a certain direction.
There, he subconsciously expected to see two things — either a prosperous Binhai City, or a Binhai Town that was no different from a small fishing village.
However, what he saw surprised him.
That … that was Binhai City?
Yes, from the outline and layout, he could still distinguish that it was indeed Binhai City. He was too familiar with the appearance of Binhai City, but it was a very broken Binhai City. The city was full of weeds that were as tall as a person. Giant trees towered over the sky. Wild animals that vaguely looked like deer or goats ran and jumped on the streets, and then they were suddenly jumped out of hiding by carnivorous beasts that bit their necks and dragged back to hiding places …
In the main teaching building of Binhai University, the walls of the lower floors were covered with vines that grew wildly. Almost all the glass had fallen off, revealing a dark hole in the windows.
Farther away, the sea was undulating, and the waves were rolling. There was not a single boat.
The most important thing was that the entire Binhai City was dead. There was no human shadow, and there were no signs of human activity.
There were no car horns, no train roars, and no planes taking off and landing.
Except for the sad sounds of insects, there was dead silence everywhere.
This …
This was like crossing into the end of the world and coming to Binhai City after the nuclear war …
"This … where is this?"
His knees went soft, and he could not help but kneel in the grass. He asked with a trembling voice.
"You should be able to recognize where this is, shouldn't you?" she asked.
"But …"
Zhuang Xiaodie stood up and paced on the edge of the cliff. If she was an ordinary person, this was obviously an extremely dangerous action. At any time, she could be blown off the cliff by a strong wind.
"In fact, you should ask — what era is this?"
She gently opened her cherry lips and said leisurely.
Zhang Zian swallowed hard, and with a hoarse voice, he asked like a parrot, "What era is this?"
She stopped, turned to him, and smiled brightly.
She stretched out her arms, and her long sleeves fluttered, like a butterfly that was about to take off after drying its wings.
"Welcome to Binhai City after a thousand years."
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