After telling the story, Li Xiaoyu did not go back directly, but sat on the observation deck for a while.

Nothing interesting happened, she often did this, quietly thinking about something or not.

Then, with Tang Xian's company, Li Xiaoyu left the third floor.

Tang Xian himself also returned to the bottom. It was almost midnight.

There is no ancient rule like curfew or night checking in the pyramid.

Tang Xiaojiu lives in Qiao Shanshan's house, and he can't worry about living with a few girls.

After all, the three-story public security is much better.

After some washing up, Tang Xian took out his diary and began to record some information.

After completing Li Xiaoyu's request, Tang Xian was convinced that the time for humans to fight head-on with mining organisms was coming.

He is planning to write a record of biological weaknesses in the mining area and its response methods in a short period of time.

Based on his battle with many creatures in the mining area, Tang Xian is now convinced of one thing: his theoretical knowledge of biological organisms in the mining area is not purely a theory.

Just like there are certain combat memories engraved in the genes, you can always think of what to do at the first time.

But it is almost impossible for the rest to have such practical ability.

This may be related to one's own talent.

But now is not the time to study talent. There will be no one Zudun Holy Tree, but there will be more creatures that live longer or know more than Zudun Holy Tree.

For example, Buzhou Turtle, who originally thought it was a mythology and legend.

This mysterious prophecy turtle, Tang Xian, is very interested and has included it as the next target after the incident after the Yopera Plain.

Of course, the main reason for turtle broth is very nutritious.

The pen tip swam rapidly in the diary. After Tang Xian listed all the disaster-level creatures and perfect-level creatures that may appear in the Yopera Plain, it was already dawn.

Not long after closing the pen, Tang Xian fell asleep.

I didn't experience much today, but it made him feel a little tired.

Tang Xian slept very heavily.

But consciousness entered a solid dream.

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...

Even if many of a person’s memories cannot be remembered, it does not mean that it has disappeared.

It may reveal the tip of the iceberg in a strange dream.

Tang Xian walked with his father somewhere unknown in the mining world, and asked:

“Where are we going?”

"Go to a place that humans have not yet named for." My father's voice had a vague meaning.

Tang Xian found that no matter how fast he speeded up, he could not keep up with his father's footsteps. He could only see his father's back.

He was thinking of something in a daze.

Half a year before I was sent to the third floor, news came that my parents were missing in the mining area.

Missing, never coming back.

Unlike other adventures, missing mining areas is equivalent to death, without exception.

Because I can't get back to the pyramid in seven days, everything will be over.

Relying on his wisdom and the identity of a child, he struggled at the bottom for half a year and was used to the evil part of human nature. Only then did Tang Xian finally wait for the opportunity to go to the third floor.

The color of the dream is silver-gray.

It looks like a dead silent.

Tang Xian found that the scene around him was so chaotic.

There are many plants that have been seen and never seen before. These plants are extremely huge, but they are still nestled beside the remains of many human buildings.

He recognized those buildings not as pyramids, but as outside the pyramids.

There are often some human shadows coming and going in the distance.

Yes, shadows. They look no different from humans, but only have a pitch-black outline.

There are also many strange animals.

Suddenly a dragon roar came from the sky.

Tang Xian looked up and saw a huge figure traveling through the sky in the clouds. The scales covering its body were like crystals.

A fox's long roar was heard faintly in the distance.

"Father, where is this?"

"This is the junction of two worlds."

It is obvious that you should ask some other questions, but in the dream, the center of consciousness lies in the dream itself.

Tang Xian only felt that this place was completely different from the mining area he was familiar with.

He had never had such a dream. In the past, even dreaming was as logical as possible, and almost all familiar things.

But this time the dream was a bit weird.

A human with a shadow.

Weird and dangerous animal.

Unknown plants and building wreckage.

The howling of foxes in the distance and the roar of dragons in the sky.

All of them gave him a very unfamiliar feeling.

My thoughts were interrupted by a baby's cry.

For some reason, Tang Xian seemed to feel the uneasy and panic in his crying.

He became scared rarely.

Everything in his eyes suddenly disappeared, the father who led the way, the surrounding scenery, and the powerful creatures were like dust blown away by the wind.

In the vast white world, there are only stone statues with broken heads.

The style of the stone statue is quite similar to ancient Greek sculptures. But in terms of luster, it does not look like ordinary plaster sculptures.

The broken head, the complete body, and a baby was held in his arms.

The baby cried.

Tang Xian only felt that those crying were so familiar.

He approached the stone statue step by step.

The crying sound became weaker and weaker.

Until he came to the stone statue and took out the baby from the stone statue's arms, the baby had completely quieted down.

He stared at Tang Xian quietly.

His lips moved slightly, but he no longer cried, but was a familiar language Tang Xian had.

The sound was more ethereal than the previous voice of my father. It seemed to fall on the ends of countless nerves and sounded together.

Tang Xian suddenly let go of his hand and felt the severe stinging pain coming from his mind.

The baby did not fall, but floated in the vast white space, as if it was a sea.

"Don't go to the eighth floor."

This sentence is like thousands of monks chanting while knocking on wooden fish.

It began to bombard Tang Xian's consciousness constantly.

But Tang Xian still gritted his teeth and asked with difficulty:

"Why? What's on the eighth floor?"

"Don't go to the eighth floor."

"Tell me! What's on the eighth floor?"

"Don't go to the eighth floor."

Tang Xian, who had always been rational, began to become a little crazy, with bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

He looked at the baby fiercely.

"Don't go to the eighth floor."

These voices were still swaying in Tang Xian's mind.
To be continued...