Plane game: mental disorder at the beginning

Chapter 240 Gray and White World
Fang Jingzhe thought for a while and said: "How about this, let's not talk about Qiao Xuewei's matter first, let's talk about how you were drawn into the spirit sending team first!"

Wu Chao frowned and pondered for a while before saying: "I... I don't know what happened... I just remember that after I checked the female mummy, I seemed to see a woman in a palace dress from The distance of the garden floated by, I was terrified at the time, I wanted to leave quickly, but I seemed to see lights in a trance."

"Lighting?" Fang Jingzhe thought of those palace ladies wearing skirts just now, and the two leading palace lanterns must have something wrong.

"Yes, I didn't seem to be so clear at the time, and I felt that I could leave this ghost place by following the light."

Fang Jingzhe asked: "Have you noticed that the light seems to be beating rhythmically?"

"It seems so, I don't know how to describe it, anyway, I just felt that I wanted to follow that light. When I came back to my senses, I saw that I was among the group of ancient people, and your hand was on on my shoulder."

Fang Jingzhe nodded, "Do you have any impression of Xu Zhixin among the crowd?"

When Xu Zhixin was mentioned, Wu Chao's face suddenly changed, and he stammered, "Xiao...Xiao Xu is also in that group?"

"Yes, you were relatively close to me at that time, so I... can only save you."

What Fang Jingzhe said wasn't a lie, he could have saved Xu Zhixin if he tried his best, but if it wasn't for this guy running around, the current situation wouldn't be so bad.

It seems that no matter what kind of adventure story, there will always be one or two people who are not mentally strong, and then become the key characters to destroy the whole thing.

"Then can you still remember what happened when you followed those maids?"

"I just remember seeing a huge coffin. The coffin was extremely gorgeous, with various patterns engraved on it, but I didn't learn this, so I can't describe it."

After Wu Chao finished speaking, he fell into deep thought again, and continued after a while: "I seem to have heard people around repeating that everyone is here to serve the empress, saying that when the empress wakes up, everyone will be meritorious officials. "

Fang Jingzhe guessed, if the one buried in this mausoleum is really Concubine Yang Gui, then does the meaning of "waiting for the empress to wake up" be literal?

It has always been said in unofficial history that Concubine Yang was not in Mawei Station, but if Concubine Yang really did not die at that time, would the surrounding soldiers agree?

So Fang Jingzhe instinctively thought that it was impossible for Concubine Yang to escape, unless it was...

suspended animation!

If you think about it in this way, then Yang Guifei's fake death may have been brought to Tang Xuanzong's attention by Chen Xuanli.

Following this logic, everything seems to make sense.

……

Wu Chao had already stood up at this time, but he was still very weak, which may be the sequelae of being coerced in the spirit sending team.

"You don't want to rest for a while."

Fang Jingzhe saw Wu Chao's poor legs and feet, and thought to himself, if there is any danger in a while, this guy will be given away for nothing.

Wu Chao shook his head vigorously, gritted his teeth and said, "No, I want to get out quickly, I don't want to stay here at all."

"But if there is any danger in a while, I can't take care of you like you."

Fang Jingzhe doesn't have much friendship with Wu Chao, so it's not difficult to tell the truth.

Wu Chao supported the wall, tried to stand upright, then nodded and said: "I know, you just need to take care of yourself when the time comes."

He silently added in his heart, after all, I only cared about myself at that time.

Wu Chao supported the wall and walked forward a few more steps. It can be seen that his movements were still very difficult.

Suddenly, the place where Wu Chao's palm was pressed sank suddenly, and then the wall turned directly. By the time Fang Jingzhe wanted to step forward to hold Wu Chao, it was already too late.

Fang Jingzhe groped back and forth on the wall three times, but he couldn't find the mechanism.

He couldn't help muttering: "Could it be that this mausoleum doesn't want us to get together?"

Fang Jingzhe didn't know why he had such a strange idea, but this idea just appeared in his mind.

Now that Wu Chao was gone, Fang Jingzhe didn't intend to stay in this room anymore, he pushed the stone door behind the treasure chest.

In the darkness, Fang Jingzhe seemed to see an ancient village.

The whole village is surrounded by a huge mausoleum building, which encloses the mausoleum like a big circle.

But the faces of all the people in the village are very scary, especially when they are close to the main entrance of the mausoleum, everyone seems to be experiencing something terrifying, like a walking dead.

Gradually, those scenes became more and more real. Fang Jingzhe seemed to have returned to the cliff outside the village from the mausoleum.

This is very strange.

He stomped the ground hard with his feet, and the solid feeling came from under his feet.

The sun seemed to be about to go down, Fang Jingzhe held Tang Dao in his hand.

He felt that he might have entered some kind of cycle again, but no matter what kind of cycle it was, there must be something in the dark at work!
……

This time the road down to the cliff seems to be more difficult, and there are traces of weeds everywhere.

But Fang Jingzhe seemed to have found a small path among the yellow and green weeds and thorns as he walked.

Although the path now looks a little barren, it shows that if there were people living in the lower part of the cliff, they must have come up here.

As for whether there is another way, Fang Jingzhe doesn't know.

This time the road seemed to be extraordinarily long. As the sun went down, the temperature dropped sharply, and some snowflakes were floating around for unknown reasons.

Those snowflakes fell on the ground, making the already difficult road even more muddy,

The hiking boots under Fang Jingzhe's feet would sink into the mud every time he stepped on them, and it took some effort to pull his feet out.

This is also an important reason why he walked so slowly this time.

A full five hours, the original two-hour journey, this time doubled the time by 1.5 times.

When Fang Jingzhe stood on the periphery of the ruins again, he had a different feeling.

He stopped and looked around.

At this time, I found that I was standing on the Shinto path leading to the main entrance of the mausoleum.

Now this Shinto path is full of weeds growing sporadically, making it hard to tell if there is grass growing on the road or there is a road in the grass.

Judging from the denseness of the weeds, this place has been deserted for at least a hundred years.

"So, do people living near here last for thousands of years?"

Fang Jingzhe found this conclusion incredible.

He is now faintly aware that the people who originally lived here may not have served the owner of the tomb, but more likely to watch over him and prevent him from coming out of the tomb.

So what exactly was Chen Xuanli buried here?
Fang Jingzhe saw that the surrounding houses were relatively well preserved, so she decided to take a look in this mysterious village.

Most of the houses here are made of wood, and there is plenty of wood around, probably for the convenience of materials, so most of the houses are showing that light yellow color, but with the wind and rain for thousands of years, some places have already appeared Off-white.

The whole village looks like a gray and white world that has lost its color.

If the village could last from the Tang Dynasty to a hundred years ago, why didn't it continue to the present?
Fang Jingzhe felt that it was impossible for this place to survive the first 1000 years, but it became deserted in the past [-] years. Something must have happened.

At this time, he had come to the door of the nearest house.

The gate was covered with weeds, and the entire gate had collapsed long ago, leaving only a dark entrance.

Fang Jingzhe scanned the house with Shengguang MS27, and he could still see the layout style from the Tang Dynasty.

The things in the house don't seem to be moved by people. Except for the fallen dust and the cobwebs, many items are rotten, but the previous shape can be roughly seen.

At this time, Fang Jingzhe smelled a strange smell gushing out of the room, which smelled like the smell of wood slowly rotting.

The room he hurriedly stayed away from smelled too much of this smell, and he might be poisoned.

However, according to the structure of this room, Fang Jingzhe felt that this might be the home of an ordinary villager.

The village is not small, at least there are more than 200 households, there must be someone similar to the village head, so he decided to find out where the village head's home is.

(End of this chapter)