The end of the world starts with failing the exam

Because in a wasteland full of dangers, "landmark buildings" like this should not exist.

The tall building, which seemed to be made of rusty iron sheets, was at least nearly 200 meters tall. If converted according to normal buildings, it should have more than 60 floors.

Take a closer look.

Just like the old man said.

The building was like a big iron nail sticking up in the desert.

No matter how you look at it, it stands out.

"The weather in the wasteland is changeable, especially in this area. The wind and sand must be very strong. Isn't the gathering place shaped like this deliberately seeking death..." Chen Jing said while turning his head to look to the left and ahead. Distant tornado.

This is the first time he has witnessed this special weather phenomenon in reality.

The earth-yellow salon roll was like a cloud pillar hanging from the sky. The constantly twisting body almost tore into pieces everything it touched, like an inaccurate cutting knife, leaving a twisted shape in the desert. Down a terrifying trajectory.

"That building has a barrier, and these unusual weather conditions have limited impact on it. However, when I came here last time, the building didn't seem to look like this..." Chen Bofu came to Chen Jing's side, squatted down and looked at the building carefully. Weird building, "Why is there an extra big windmill..."

"You can't decorate the house without you coming?" Lawrence complained.

"Bullshit! You're the only one who talks so much!" Chen Bofu cursed without looking back, "You think I can't control you now because my strength has declined! My dear! Go and give him a good beating! Let him know who’s boss!”

"You are, you are, you are." Lawrence chose to relent.

"The windmill is not strange, but what I find strange is the totem..."

At this moment, Baiaji had already flown towards the weird building and kept slowing down.

As the distance got closer, everyone saw that the fan blades of the big windmill were engraved with totems that had been eroded by wind and sand.

Totems are all human figures.

It's the same weirdo in the hooded robe.

When Chen Jing saw those totems, his first reaction was to associate them with himself.

After all, he looked almost like this when he was wearing a yellow robe... But he soon understood that this was because he was being sentimental.

"How could it be him?!!"

Chen Bofu seemed to recognize the origin of those totems, and there was a trace of sincere shock in his disbelieving tone.

"Didn't Grandson Gui join the Hanging City?! Why did he come to the wasteland to open up wasteland?!"

"Who?" Chen Jing suddenly became curious when he heard the words "Hanging City".

"A former rival of mine..."

When Chen Boxu said these words, everyone only heard the rustling sound coming from the strange building.

Then a strange-looking spider with a human head crawled out of the window and reached the roof at lightning speed.

The spider was a copper-like metal creation that seemed to be pieced together from countless parts. There were vaguely something like springs or connectors on it.

now.

The cooling exhaust pipe on its back is constantly spitting out thick, high-temperature white mist.

The old man sitting cross-legged on its back slowly lifted the white cloth turban wrapped around his face and looked up with a puzzled expression.

"Chen Bofu?! You are still alive?!"

"As expected, it's you! Hassard, you old bastard!"

Chen Bofu was furious and pointed at the old man.

"Say hello! Pay back the money!"

Chapter 272: Traitors in the Hanging City (Part 1)

When Chen Bofu angrily yelled out the phrase "I'll pay you back," everyone had a strange look on their face, because everyone knew this old man too well, and with his character... To be honest, he didn't seem to know how to do it. Lending money to others, not to mention no one dares not to repay the money they owe him.

With Chen Bofu's petty and miserly temperament, what's the difference between not paying back the money you owe him and seeking death?

It seems that this weirdly dressed old man on the rooftop is a ruthless person!

now.

Baiaji has slowly landed on the rooftop, and everyone can't help but frown at the heat wave that hits their faces. The heat pipe on the back of the metal spider has been spitting out extremely high-temperature steam.

The spider's head also seems to be related to the bionic technology of the Hanging City, but it looks somewhat inferior. Although the facial expression is still "lifelike", the specially processed face shows a strong plastic feel, which is very similar. Mannequin dolls in the mall.

When Chen Jing and others jumped off Baiaji's back, the sound of "titatita" was still echoing in everyone's ears. The spider's eight metal legs kept moving on the cement rooftop, as if dancing a very rhythmic dance. Strong dance.

"You're not dead..."

Hassad took off the face towel wrapped around his head. His chocolate-colored skin looked oily and smooth, his thick gray beard was slightly upturned, his nose bridge was slightly curved even though it was high, and he had high brow bones and deep-set eye sockets. The physical features of Arabs.

"You want me to die, don't you?!" Chen Bofu glared at him fiercely.

"That's not the case." Hassad scratched his head, grinning and showing his yellow teeth stained by cigarette smoke, "If you, a lunatic, died, the world would be so boring. In fact, I still admire you... "

Before Hassad could finish his words, Chen Bofu rushed over, crossed the spider in three steps and grabbed the old man's collar, and directly pulled the old man who was full of incense fragrance from the spider's back. .

"Damn it! Pay me back! If you don't have money, you can use the relics to pay off the debt!"

"Oh, you said you didn't have money when we first met. You hurt my feelings a bit. I was worried about you when I heard that Gehro came to Yongye..."

In this process.

The metal spider showed signs of counterattack more than once.

Or he suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Bofu, or he twisted his body slightly and tried to stretch out his sharp spear-like feet... But every time, the movement ended extremely abruptly.

Everyone could see that it was the old man named "Hasad" who was stopping it.

"Do you also know that Gheluo has arrived?" Chen Bofu frowned, feeling a little confused. After all, this place is extremely far away from Yongye City. No matter how fast the news is transmitted in the wasteland, it is impossible to get here now. .

"I left a backdoor to the Hanging City host." Hassad smiled brightly, raised his gold-like fingers, and tapped his head, "Everyone over there has already been quarreling about Ghero's arrival. .”

"What else do you know?" Chen Boxu asked with a frown.

"I also know that the resuscitator from deep space has appeared in Yongye City, and that person is your grandson Chen Jing!" Hassad burst out laughing, seeming to enjoy Chen Bofu's brow expression that could kill a fly. , "Those monks are selling you old Chen family members very quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hassad straightened his clothes, turned around and looked at Chen Jing, suddenly pinched his middle finger and placed his palm on his heart, like an ancient and weird greeting.

"I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to witness the resurgence of deep space with my own eyes. Dear blood descendant of the Yellow King, I am Dullah Hassad, the last bard of this era."

"This is one of the greetings from the old days." "His" voice sounded in Chen Jing's mind.

"Hello..." Chen Jinggang raised his hand and prepared to salute like Hassad, but the voice in his head quickly stopped him, "That is the etiquette of a lower-ranking person to a higher-ranking person. You don't have to do anything."

"You know deep space very well?" Yegetos stood beside Chen Jing, like the most loyal guard. When seeing outsiders, his right hand always held the hilt of the cross sword tightly.

"A little." A smile appeared on Hassad's wrinkled face, and the irises in his eyeballs kept repeating changes of expansion and contraction. "I used to think that deep space was just a legend fabricated by later generations. Although there are many ancient ruins related to There’s something about deep space, but it’s really hard for me to imagine an ancient creature conquering the old kings.”

Say it.

Hassad looked back at Chen Bofu and gently touched his upturned beard. The bionic metal knuckles kept making clicking sounds.

"Based on what I know about you, you suddenly came to this gathering place just to do some burning, killing and looting, right?"

"Fart!" Chen Boxu denied without hesitation, "I'm not such an unreasonable person, I just came here to borrow some supplies!"

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you are still so shameless." Hassad knew the old man better than Chen Jing imagined. He just heard him say in a loud voice, "It seems that I was right to take your money and run away. Otherwise, sooner or later I will be betrayed by you if you find an opportunity."

"Damn it! Pay me back!" Chen Bofu was so angry when he thought about this, his tone became gritted teeth, "And the batch of ancient relics you took away from me! Spit them out!"

"No!" Hassad spread his hands, "It's not like you don't know that after I left you, I switched to Hanging City. Those supplies have long been used by me as a stepping stone... Oh, don't mention this! Since you You are all here! I should do my best to let you enjoy it as a landlord!"

"The friendship of the landlord?" Chen Bofu frowned, as if he noticed something.

"Yes, this gathering place already belongs to me."

As Hassad spoke, he walked towards the entrance of the rooftop, opened the rotten and rusty iron door, and smiled and motioned for everyone to follow.

"This is no longer called a gathering place for strangers. I changed its name. Now it's called Windmill Zhuan and Zhuan City Walled City!"

"What a bullshit name!" Chen Boxu couldn't help but cursed, "This place is as dilapidated as an unfinished building, you really are not picky!"

"The location is good." Hassad smiled, then turned around and got into the dark staircase, shouting loudly for everyone to pay attention to the road and not accidentally fall.

He quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Everyone looked at each other for a while, and finally decided to let the old man make the decision. After all, no one except him knew the old man named Hassad.

"He won't expose our whereabouts, right?" Lawrence asked in a low voice.

"No." Chen Boxu shook his head. "From a certain perspective, among the old descendants of this era, he is one of the most friendly people towards deep space."

"Really?" Lawrence was still a little worried, "I think he also defrauded you of money and so on... Is this person reliable?"

"Some things are unreliable, and some things are reliable."

Chen Bofu seemed to suddenly remember something, and a gloating smile appeared on his face.

"But we don't have to worry too much. After all, his situation is not better than ours... How can a warlock who defected from Hanging City be better than us?"

"He used to be an alchemist?" Chen Jing was a little surprised, because he felt that Hassad looked like an Arab who had lived in the desert for many years, and his temperament that had been eroded by wind and sand was too pure.

"More than just alchemists."

Chen Bofu sighed and took the lead in stepping down the stairs.

"He was once the biggest lunatic in the world."

Chapter 273: Traitors in the Hanging City (Part 2)

Doula Hassad.

He was born in a desert in the wasteland of the old war.

He was once a friend of Chen Boxu, and maybe he is now.

Although he did some things that his friends couldn't stand.

He even took the opportunity to steal an astronomical sum of money from his friend, plus some rare relics that had just been dug up by his friend in a certain ruins...

"But in general, I don't actually hate him that much." Chen Boxu said when he went downstairs, "Because I know that his brain is not good. If you want to say that this person is bad, it's not that bad. At least he’s not as bad as me.”

"You also know that you are not a good person?" Lawrence muttered softly.

"If you can't speak, you can shut up." Chen Bofu turned around and glared at him angrily.

Seeing that Lawrence remained silent, Chen Bofu continued to talk to Chen Jing about the past.

"From the first day I met him, I thought Hassad was a lunatic."

"How do you say it?" Chen Jing asked curiously.

"He firmly believes that our world is abnormal." Chen Bofu lit a cigarette, and the scarlet fire was extremely eye-catching in the dark corridor. "He said that when he was young, he dreamed of another world more than once. That world was far away. It’s much more normal than what we have here, much more real even.”

Chen Jing remained silent.

Even the "self" in his mind fell silent.

"Another real world?" Lawrence seemed to be very interested in Hassad's idea. "His statement seems to be very similar to the concept of the sorcerer in the Hanging City."

"Yes, those alchemists also believe this. If you cross the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other shore, you can see the ultimate reality hidden behind the illusion." Chen Bofu shook his head in disdain, "You ask me to say that I want to do so much. Well, can’t we just live well?”

"Perhaps people have different pursuits." Yanque walked behind and spoke in a very soft voice, "Everything we pursue is meaningless to them, and vice versa..."

"Mr. Chen, he said he was a bard, is it true?" Wei Nan suddenly asked, "What kind of stupid profession is that?"

"I'm just a hymn singer." Chen Bofu said perfunctorily.

"Does it sound good?" Wei Nan was even more curious.

"It's awful to listen to." Chen Bofu complained mercilessly, "It's either praising the power of some ancient gods, or it's a delusional poem about imagining another world. No one likes it anyway."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Boxu continued to chat with everyone about why Hassad wanted to join the Hanging City.

In fact, the reason why Hassad joined the Hanging City is not complicated. He just wanted to use the methods of those alchemists to gain enlightenment.

He just wanted to try to leave his body and go to the virtual digital space, where he might be able to find the door to the real world.

"As you all know, nothing was found, so... I guess he didn't want to continue wasting his life in the Hanging City, so he simply left there and ran into the wasteland to open up wasteland."

"It's not easy to be a traitor in the Hanging City." Lawrence sighed, "For someone like him who has obtained the status of an alchemist, once he leaves the Hanging City and disconnects from the research association, there will be endless sending of people there. Chase him until you bring him back in body.”