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Chapter 157 Skinny

As the distance approached, Ryan also gradually saw the other person's face clearly. It was a face full of wrinkles and looked very old. It should be around 70 to [-] years old, with high cheekbones and bridge of nose. His lips were thin, his eyes were silver-haired and brown, and the distance between his eyes was wide. He looked like an aboriginal race close to the Loen Kingdom.

What made him a little strange was that the other party seemed a little too thin, almost like skin and bones.

Seeing Ryan approaching the alley, the old man turned around and left without any hesitation, walking towards the depths of the alley, while whispering:

"If you want to live, follow me, there is almost no time!"

Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly, did not refuse aloud, silently followed behind the other party, and quickly walked through the complicated alleys under the shadow of the setting sun.

Although he didn't find anything dangerous except for the strange sun in the sky, but after the sun suddenly changed its direction, he felt a faint feeling of palpitation in his spirituality. It was obvious that something was about to happen. That's why he followed the old man into the alley.

This city-state is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Moreover, the old man's ability to reveal his identity immediately made Ryan a little suspicious. Could it be that those people who disappeared in the Forbidden Island had also been to this city-state?
The old man's pace was fast, his movements were very vigorous, and he didn't look like the physical fitness he should have at this age.

Following the other party, slightly behind by half a body, Ryan turned his head to look at the old man wondering, "Who are you?"

The old man ignored Ryan's question, but looked up at the sunset in the distant sky. The sun was going down very fast. A few minutes ago, it was only on the top of the mountain on the edge of the valley, but now half of it was hidden behind the mountain. The setting sun also changed from orange to orange. From a distance, the entire city-state looks like a red stone plate.

"It's too late." The old man turned his head and quickened his pace again. His face looked very anxious, and cold sweat leaked from his forehead. He looked at Ryan and said hoarsely: "There is no time to explain, hurry up!"

Step on.
The footsteps of the two were getting faster and faster, but the old man's face did not change at all, instead it became more ugly, even a little irritable.

"Damn it, I shouldn't be nosy!" He cursed in a low voice.

Hearing this, Ryan had a thought, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the old man and resisted, and before the other party could react, he opened his mouth and said:

"Your speed is too slow, I will take you away, you tell me the direction, and I will hurry."

The old man who was suddenly resisted was startled, but he reacted immediately, and quickly shouted: "Ahead, turn right!"

Ryan jumped lightly when he heard the words, landed on the corner of the alley crossroads and kicked hard, and the two quickly leaped forward tens of meters.

Although there is a forbidden magic field in this city-state, it can only prevent the elements from responding to spellcasting. It has not weakened Ryan's existing physical fitness. When he uses it with all his strength, he can still burst into a third-order spell. combat effectiveness.

If it really came time to give it a go and fight people desperately, he could still explode at the peak combat power of Tier [-], but without external supplements, the peak combat power could not be maintained for too long, and it would be useless to support one battle at most.

Ryan grabbed the old man with one hand, and leaped quickly between the intricate stone alleys, and the other party's instructions came from time to time in his ears.

"Turn left 100 meters ahead!"

"Turn right!"

Tens of seconds later, the two came to a small one-story building on the edge of the city-state's third ring road. Like other houses in the city-state, this building was also built of rocks. The structure looked very simple, similar to that of Ryan's previous life. It is similar to a one-story flat, except that this house has no yard, no windows on the front, and even the gate is made of stone.

At this time, the setting sun on the edge of the valley was almost completely submerged behind the mountain peak, and less than one-third of the sun could still be seen with the naked eye, and the sky turned into a strange, blood-red color.

Turning his head and looking at the sunset behind him, the old man slowly let out a long sigh of relief, trying to struggle to get off Ryan, but found that his arm seemed to be made of steel, and he couldn't shake it at all.

The old man broke Ryan's arm and found that he couldn't break free, so he hurriedly said: "Hurry up and let me down, I will take you to a safe place, if it is too late, it will be too late!"

Ryan glanced at the sun at the top of the mountain behind him. According to the speed at which the sun set before, the sun should disappear completely in about 2 minutes, so he was not in a hurry to put the other party down, but turned his head to look at the other party and said calmly: "You who is it?"

The old man was stunned for a moment and didn't continue to struggle. Instead, he watched the sun set and quickly said, "I used to be an adventurer. Where did you come from, Tessie? Lowan? Or Troy?"

"Adventurer?" Ryan frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the old man, like himself, came from the outside world, not the aborigines of the city-state he had guessed before.

Adventurers who are active at sea are generally not too old because few adventurers can live to this old age, and those who can live to this age are unlikely to take risks again. This is a recognized short-lived occupation, and it is also in the It is one of the occupations that are most likely to get rich at sea. Every year, a large number of young people embark on the adventure of the South China Sea.

Judging by the age of this old man, he may be in his sixties if not seventy. Could it be that the other party has lived in this city-state on the Forbidden Island for decades?
"Yes, I'm from Ruhr." The old man nodded and said, "After I came to the South China Sea, I followed the adventures of the fleet and explored many places."

While speaking, his eyes were also fixed on the sun on the top of the mountain in the distance. The blood-red sunset was about to completely sink down the mountain, which made him a little anxious: "If you want to live, put me down quickly, the others I'll explain it to you when it's safe."

"When the sun goes down, you and I will die." The old man shouted angrily in a low voice: "I'm not kidding!"

After quietly looking at each other with the old man, Ryan let go of his hand and let him down.

As soon as the old man landed, he rushed to the door of the stone house without even looking at Ryan, and began to push the heavy stone door with all his strength. Under his push, the stone door slowly began to move, but at a very slow speed.

"crunch~~"

Ryan reached out and pushed the door open.

The old man glanced back at Ryan, and immediately ran quickly into the house, shouting as he ran, "Close the door and follow me!"

Ryan followed the other party into the house, and silently closed the heavy door. Under his push, the stone rubbed against the ground and made a harsh creaking sound.

After he closed the door, he realized that the front of the house did not have windows. Except for the heavy stone door, the walls of the whole house were made of stone, and even the furniture only had a stone bed and a stone table. There is no such thing as a window at all, this is a sealed hollow shell made of stone.

Fortunately, with his eyesight, he could still see the situation inside the house clearly.

The old man deftly pulled away a stone slab in the corner of the living room, waved to Ryan and shouted, "Come here quickly, it should be dark outside."

Listening to this, after night falls, what danger seems to be coming in the city-state?
To be honest, Ryan was a little curious, but he didn't act rashly. Instead, he silently followed the old man and walked into the basement under the stone house.

"Can you tell me now, what's going on here? Also, what's your name."

Looking around the basement, he found that this basement seemed to be the real residence of the other party. There were not only complete furniture, but also a lot of food and a huge water tank.

Although a bit crude, the beds and desks here are all made of solid wood.

There were no lights and no candles in the basement.

After confirming that the stone slabs in the basement had been completely closed, the old man let out a long sigh of relief, climbed down from the simple wooden ladder, walked skillfully to the bucket, picked up the wooden spoon and drank a mouthful of cool water.

"My name is Anastasio Richardson." He walked to the cabinet, seemed to be groping for something, and continued: "As I told you just now, I am an adventurer from the Ruhr .”

"At least it used to be," he added.

After searching in the dark for a while, Richardson pulled out a somewhat worn wooden spoon and returned to the bucket.

"As for now. As you can see, I can barely be considered a citizen of this city-state." Richardson scooped up a spoonful of water and walked towards Ryan, handing the wooden spoon over: "Drink your saliva first, don't worry, this place is safe, I have already Lived there for a long time."

When he said this, his tone seemed a little faintly proud.

Ryan was silent for a moment, reached out to take the wooden spoon, did not speak, did not drink water, but silently looked at the adventurer in front of him who claimed to be "Anatasio Richardson".

"How did you come here, were you tricked? Or do you want to challenge the legend and come here by yourself?" Richardson returned to the desk and sat down.

Ryan pondered for a moment, then said, "I guess I came here by myself."

"I can only tell you that you made an absolutely wrong decision." Richardson shook his head: "If you come in here, you can't get out. At least I've never seen anyone leave here."

"How long have you been here?" Ryan frowned.

"I can't remember the time outside." Richardson thought for a while, and said a number: "30 years, if calculated according to the time here, I have lived here for 30 years."

"30 years?" Ryan was taken aback. Judging from what the other party said and his previous observations, the time here is out of sync with the outside world, but no matter how out of sync, 30 years is still a long time.

"About 30 years, or 31 years? I can't remember." Richardson shook his head, raised his wooden spoon and took a sip of water, and said calmly: "Over the years, I have seen many people who strayed into this place like you. people."

"But most of them have been assimilated and completely become part of this city-state."

"Assimilation? What is that?" Ryan felt something was wrong.

"You saw those people by the bridge just now. Their destination is the temple in the center of the city-state. Every day when the sun goes down, they will perform sacrifices there."

"If you went to the temple with them just now, tomorrow you will lose all your memories, like a completely different person, appearing in a certain corner of the city as a city-state citizen, you may even have some Memory that does not belong to you, and then, like those people just now, go to the temple to worship and pray every day."

lost memory?Change your identity?
Why does it sound so mysterious?
Ryan thought for a while, and instead of continuing on this topic, he asked, "What will happen if you don't follow?"

"Didn't follow?" Richardson paused, and said calmly: "I saw it once, when the sun goes down, this place will change completely, the bloody moonlight will shroud and penetrate every house, and the air will It's full of viscous bloody smell, it's like hell."

"Anyone who is illuminated by the moonlight will turn into a strange life like a demon. If I didn't find something wrong and run fast, I would have died a long time ago."

Speaking of this, Richardson suddenly sneered and said: "Although those who entered the temple lost their memories, they survived as citizens anyway. Those who did not enter the temple and stayed on the street will never be seen again the next day." appeared."

"Well, what do you think I should do to survive?" Ryan narrowed his eyes and responded calmly.

"Hey, you're asking the right person." Richardson chuckled, and the wrinkles on the old face slowly dissipated.

"If you want to live here for a long time like me, the first thing is to find your own house. Although I, an old man, don't mind living with you, I think you probably don't want to be crowded with me."

"I'll teach you tomorrow during the day, first of all."

Richardson began to talk to Ryan about how to choose a house. Most of the houses here have owners, and only a small number of houses are vacant. But choosing a house is also a technical job. It took him a long time. Hide and choose to find this house.

Ryan did not speak, but silently observed Richardson not far away.

Although there is no light source in the basement, according to his eyesight, such a narrow space is not much different from daytime to him.

In Ryan's eyes, the wrinkles on Richardson's face have completely disappeared. Literally disappeared, Richardson's skin is slowly melting like a liquid, gradually revealing the pale skull under the skin, but he himself seems to have nothing Feeling, still with a somewhat proud tone, taught Ryan how to survive in this city.

After a while, Richardson's skin completely fell off his body, slowly wriggling under his feet like a pool of skin-colored liquid.

As for Richardson himself, in Ryan's eyes, he has completely turned into a bone-like appearance, without even any internal organs, as clean as a corpse buried in the soil for decades.

So, doesn't this guy look skinny, is he really "skinny"? ——
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