Different times game

The majestic Palace of Hell disappeared, and a long street with no bottom appeared. On both sides of the street were various white goods shops, origami dummies, and wreaths of sandalwood.

The light of the shop fell on the asphalt road, and many white cotton threads were hung back and forth between the two rows of houses. Countless dark bamboo umbrellas were hooked on the threads.

The wind blew the umbrella above my head around, and the bamboo bones knocked against each other, making it crisp and clear.

Shen Nanzhi still wore denim bell-bottoms and white thin bottoms. Her black hair that fell past her shoulders was blown back by the wind, and her blood-red eyes reflected a busy street. The night sky was like ink. She waited there for a long time, but still no second person arrived.

Shen Nanzhi gritted her teeth and finally took the first step on this umbrella street. The umbrella above her head was still making a pleasant sound.

She poked her fingers into the soft palm of her hand, and the slight sharp pain could relieve her panic about the unknown.

Shen Nanzhi felt that the right side of his brain was about to explode. The picture he saw with his right eye was a lonely and deserted old street, but the picture with his left eye was a lively market full of translucent "people" coming and going.

Two frames jumped rapidly in my mind, like stop-motion animation.

She finally closed her right eye and walked hard.

The crimson bamboo umbrella above the head is like a bright lamp, the night sky is gorgeous, and five-color light spots explode in the distant sky, like five-color paper that has been randomly scratched to create patterns.

Shen Nanzhi carefully avoided the flow of people and walked along the endless noisy long street.

Suddenly he was pulled.

Turning back, she looked into the cut eyes of autumn water. The girl in pink skirt smiled charmingly and handed over a black bamboo umbrella. "Your umbrella has just fallen into a clothing store."

"Take it. I have something else to do." She forcefully stuffed the umbrella into Shen Nanzhi's arms and disappeared into the noisy crowd.

The moment Shen Nanzhi held the handle of the umbrella, she felt the difference in this object. It was as if she had touched a piece of her soul and naturally understood the entirety of this umbrella.

Showing her hands on the umbrella, she climbed onto the bridge. The colorful light falls on the river, the red ribbons beside the bridge are flying, the steps are light, and the hair is flying. The petals in the sky are like a spring snow, and the snow-stained ink umbrellas.

Shen Nanzhi crossed the bridge, and the umbrella in her hand disappeared out of thin air. Her wrist bones were burning, and the lamp's green color was faintly burned for a few seconds before disappearing completely.

Her umbrella has a name that is not an umbrella - Palm Lamp. Shen Nanzhi crossed the bridge and did not appear at the Palace of Hell. Instead, she went directly to the entrance of Netherworld Station. The others arrived earlier than her, but Li Qingli did not show up.

"Nan Zhi, did you meet anything else?"

"It's so strange. After we crossed the bridge, there was another bridge. It seemed like someone had taken us out for a while, and we appeared here inexplicably."

"Only you and Li Qingli disappeared out of thin air."

Shen Nanzhi hesitated for a moment and briefly recounted her experience.

"You shouldn't have told us honestly." Jin He looked strange.

Lin Chuan also hummed. "In the game, if you disappear completely because of a certain player, your props will be transferred to the other player. Of course, skills will not and will disappear with you."

"It's okay, I believe you." Shen Nanzhi suddenly smiled warmly. "And I may not disappear completely after being killed, what if the system gives me a chance to resurrect."

Lin Que suddenly hesitated. "Actually, I didn't gain anything."

He raised a peach wood hairpin in his hand. "...I picked it up on the bridge."

"You are too honest." Jin He sighed again.

She suddenly remembered something. "Shen Nanzhi, have you joined the guild?"

Shen Nanzhi shook her head, she didn't even know what it was.

"You should consider our guild later. Wait until I go out and add you as a friend."

Lin Que lowered his head, thinking about something.

"Lin Que, after you pass two dungeons, you should also consider joining our guild." Jin Heyan smiled at Yan Yan and approached him.