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Chapter 227 Mirage
There is a vast gray mist, and there is no other way to get rid of the heavenly steps.

The dense mist was like a fairyland, Ning Luo stared at his feet, not even knowing whether he was stepping on the ground.

"Only forward?"

Ning Luo frowned, flipped his hands and took out the scroll of mountains and rivers.

However, the scroll is full of mottled creases, and the ink has almost disappeared.

Even if Ning Luo stared straight, he couldn't see clearly, he could only see which area was darker, and judge the way to go.

Columns, stone pestles, kilns.

Only the position of the kiln on the map is darker.

But what does this mean?
Ning Luo didn't know.

There are two functions of the mountain and river scroll.

One is to explore "energy", such as aura, anger, pool of blood, red crystal
The second is to track the "red line", which is luck, or Taoism.

With 2% of the Mandate of Heaven in the Underworld, the Heavenly Dao has fallen, and it is reasonable not to see the red line.

But in this world where only spiritual consciousness can be cultivated, what is the purpose of the ink color marked on the mountain and river scroll?
In other words, is that man-eating kiln a way of life or a way of death?

hard to decide.

But Ning Luo also had no choice.

There is only one way, so let's go.

Ning Luo dragged his frail body and resolutely walked towards the kiln.

However, as soon as his front foot stepped on the floating stone pile, the gray mist around him suddenly surged, and then a blurry scene was reflected.

The shirtless man was wearing a sweat towel, with a haggard face, and was pushing a cart of black ore towards the kiln.

However, when that figure gradually faded away, it gradually faded away, and it seemed that it was about to disappear.

"Is this the scene from the old days?"

Ning Luo frowned, made a quick decision, and tried to follow quickly.

The heavenly steps built by the black mine fluctuated up and down, making him feel that he might step on the ground and fall down at any time.

But when Ning Luo followed the shirtless man, the figure of the man became much clearer.

At the same time, the gray fog turned, and Ning Luo got a glimpse of the true face under his feet.

The heavenly steps built by the black ore turned into a heavenly road made of molten metal, and under his feet was a huge melting furnace like a crater!
Ning Luo didn't know what would have happened if he hadn't walked on the stone road just now, but if the hot lava below was real, he might have been reduced to a pile of coke by now.

Another figure appeared on the edge of the sea of ​​flames, who seemed to be the overseer guarding the giant furnace.

The shirtless man pushed the cart over and talked to him in a low voice.

"Day by day, it's just a matter of transporting ore, transporting ore and transporting ore, sooner or later, we will all die of exhaustion here!"

"I can't help it. You don't know the situation on the battlefield. Who knew that there would be a strange thing like gray fog? The frontline soldiers are not enough, and the gods are urging us to rush to work. Don't we have to fight our lives? Work hard, As long as the war is over and the fog is wiped out, we will all be heroes for saving the world!"

"Fuck the hero! Where's the saint? Isn't the Holy Cult claiming that she can do whatever she says and can do anything? Why can't even the gray fog be dispelled? Women are trash!"

"Presumptuous! You dare to speak ill of the saint behind her back, are you crazy?!"

The shirtless man lowered his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was full of ferocity.

But in the end he didn't dare to continue talking back.

He just pushed the mine cart back the same way, and at the same time kept whispering to himself: "A bunch of bastards, a bunch of slaves, a bunch of trash, trash, trash, trash"

The figure gradually faded away, and the crater-like furnace disappeared without a trace.

Only the sky steps piled up with black ore, the columns suspended in the air, and the kiln at the end of the sky steps remained.

Ning Luo probably understood the structure here.

This seems to be a certain area swallowed by the gray fog, but it was deconstructed by the gray fog, and everything went into chaos.

According to Ning Luo's perception, the place where he is now should be a steel smelting factory, which seems to have nothing to do with any of the places Lu Chuan mentioned.

The suspended steel columns are the skeleton supporting the workshop.

The black stones piled up into sky steps are minerals that have just been mined.

The abyss-like sea of ​​fire beneath your feet is a furnace for ore.

And the kiln at the end of Tianlu is the craftsman's forging platform.

If you put it together like this, then everything becomes clear.

This is a factory, but the structure is messed up by the gray fog, and the artisan kiln that should have been at the bottom was placed at the top.

And the two men who manifested just now are probably the old shadows from the ancient times of the Cangming Realm.

It was a reminiscence in the middle of the Gray Mist War, because the Underworld was protected by saintesses, and they were free from illness and disaster all year round.

So when the gray fog hit, the weapons on the battlefield were obviously stretched and needed to be replenished.

The so-called God King ordered to hurry up the work, but it caused dissatisfaction among the workers under his command.

Moreover, the words of the transport worker were truly pathological.

"What kind of clues would Cang Ming in the ancient times be?"

Ning Luo was puzzled, because this strange land was not the same as the description on the strategy guide.

According to the strategy, if you step into a strange place, you will be involved in the mirage of the past, as if it were real.If you can't crack the illusion, you will be left in the illusion forever until you die.

But now, what is the so-called truth?
"No, maybe I haven't stepped into the strange world yet?"

"Maybe I was just caught in the cracks by the gray mist, and I haven't really reached the strange land."

"And the old scene I saw was not because of the mechanism, or because of my cave?"

Dongyou, that is the fate that Ning Luo got very early, can use the pupil technique, trace the traces of spiritual energy, and see the old scenes of the past.

But Ning Luo can be sure that he has not used the pupil technique, nor does he know the pupil technique at all.

In addition, in the world of the underworld, destiny has little effect.

So he didn't think about it in this direction.

However, Ning Luo remembered what Su Yao said, that in the world of the underworld, a set of low-end destiny may be more useful than a full-end S-level.

Perhaps that Dongyou's strength could also be explained.

Ning Luo didn't know much about it, so he moved forward step by step in a foggy manner.

However, every time he walks, old scenes will appear around him.

It was still the deconstructed and chaotic smelter, but the figure that appeared was no longer the shirtless brawny man, but other workers.

"My lord Shenjun wants us to rush to manufacture three thousand Windbreaker Crossbows. In one month, three hundred are too short. How can we make three thousand?"

"I'm not going to do it anyway! Let's say it's the problem with Zhurong Shenjun, and their black gold mine supply is insufficient!"

"That won't work, what will we do if we find out?"

"Isn't it enough to bury the ore ourselves? When the time comes, the God of Procurement will come to ask, and we will show him the treasury!"

"It's not enough, it's not enough, heh, how many of our brothers can still rely on it?"

"Brother Zhang has a great plan!"

"Hey, have you heard that the defenders at Huiyuan seem to be unable to stop it!"

"A bunch of trash! We sent so many soldiers over there, and co-raised a bunch of wine bags and rice bags?"

"Isn't this the time to scold them? It is said that after the gray mist poured out of the abyss, it disappeared immediately. And I heard people say in the morning that a gray mist appeared out of thin air in the territory of God Jumang! The monster is not very powerful, but it still killed a lot of people before the gods arrived on the scene!"

"Tsk."

"Brother Zhang, why don't you guys work harder and catch up with work?"

"Work harder on your mother! It's our problem if the group of idiots can't beat it? The main force is not soldiers, so we still have to look at the group of believers who have been blessed by the saint?"

"The believers can't beat them, why don't you do our shit?"

"It's useless to be a stinky bitch, and I'm just born to say what I say, and the gray mist is gone!"

"Pooh!"

"Help, help, ahh—"

"Grey fog, gray fog is coming!"

"Brother Zhang, can you help me?! Brother Zhang, you, what are you doing, what are you doing?"

The figure may be near or far, and the voice may be heavy or light.

Every few steps Ning Luo took, time seemed to pass by for several years.

Until the smelter was engulfed by gray fog, Ning Luo happened to walk in front of the kiln.

This should not be a coincidence.

So it also confirmed Ning Luo's speculation.

The old scene comes from the technique of the cave and the pupil, and the kiln in front of him is the entrance to the strange world.

As Ning Luo approached, the fire in the kiln became more and more dim, flickering like a candle.

The furnace wall wriggled slowly, shaped like flesh and blood, more like a huge hideous mouth.

Going forward or not, there is no doubt.

"This is the gap between Weirdland and Spirit Village, like a bus stop."

"What I have seen along the way is the past of that strange land, and it may also be a clue."

"And the kiln pointed to by the mountain and river scroll is the real entrance to the Paradise. It is a portal, and it can also be said to be the bus that takes me to my destination."

"It seems that I can only get in the car."

Ning Luo took a deep breath and stepped into the kiln!

The moment his toes touched the ground, the four walls of the kiln suddenly elongated, extending continuously as if being sucked into a black hole!
The flickering candles turned into gray mist that covered the sky and roared out like a storm, rushing behind Ning Luo!
Ning Luo had no choice but to raise his arms, cover his eyes, and wait with his breath held.

However, when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was no longer a crack filled with gray mist, but a busy smelter.

He took off his shirt at some point, exposing his bony upper body to the heat.

There is no gray fog around, and no grotesque illusions.

There are only busy workers and the sound of forging hammers falling.

This is, the real paradox.

But not all.

The worker pushed the mine cart, passed by Ning Luo, and said indifferently, with a contemptuous tone: "You look like a mummy, and you want to come here to make money? Let's see! Where is your father?! Don't you know how to work?"

Ning Luo frowned.

Looking at you, do you lose a piece of meat or something?
But he was quite familiar with this person, because this worker was obviously the first person he saw on Blackstone Road, the miner who dumped ore.

"So, I went back to the past."

"Or, the past recreated by the gray fog?"

Ning Luo thought about lifting the handle of the cart and tried to push it.

But with his current thin body, pushing a cart is not easy.

Ning Luo gritted his teeth and persisted, pushing hard while thinking in his heart.

"According to the forum, the deceitful realm is divided into two parts, one is the illusory mirage, and the other is the real deceitful realm."

"Only by finding a way to break the mirage can we leave this dream."

"Otherwise, I will be trapped here until nightfall, and become food for weirdness and even ghosts and gods."

"Moreover, the strangeness can be transformed into anything in the mirage. If I don't get rid of the illusion, even if I have outstanding spiritual sense, I may be poisoned."

“Looks like it will be found soon”

However, halfway through Ning Luo's thought, he suddenly caught a glimpse of another familiar figure beside him.

That was the old Zhang in my previous memory, the guy who proposed to bury the black gold mine underground and falsely claimed that the supply of Zhu Rong Shenjun was insufficient.

It's just that Lao Zhang was very young at this time.

Ning Luo glanced at Lao Zhang thoughtfully, and thought, "No, these two people are not from the same era, how did they get mixed up in the same script?"

Just at this moment, a mighty voice resounded through the factory like a bell!

"There are rats that eat black gold in the factory, and if you catch them, you will get a prize!"

That was the voice of the god of harvest, who was also in charge of the factory.

It seems that mouse hunting is the way to crack the mirage.

However, Ning Luo narrowed his eyes.

Rats?

Hesitating for only a moment, Ning Luo put down the cart decisively, and quietly picked up the shovel by the roadside.

Then, he walked towards Lao Zhang.

(End of this chapter)