The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 333
Within 2 minutes, Qilin listened quietly to Suzaku telling the whole story.

"I know." Qilin put down the phone and looked at the drunkard: "I believe it now."

"Haha, haha, quack..." The drunkard waved the empty wine bottle and laughed heartily, his laughter even broke his voice: "Oh, fate, this is fate, it's so wonderful..."

After laughing for a while, the drunkard looked at the two of them with satisfaction: "Well, I've finished my wine. Let me tell you. My talent is Sequence 3, Space-Time Ghost."

Qilin and Li exchanged glances. This must be the strongest space-time system.

The drunkard was quite proud: "Well, there are several kinds of abilities. You only need to know two of them, that is, you can carry out space teleportation and time travel."

The drunkard chuckled: "But, it's not as powerful as you think. There are many restrictions. Space teleportation, I can only teleport once every half a month; as for time travel, I can only teleport once a year, and once It can last up to one hour, and you can’t go there twice on the same day.”

Qilin and Li were thoughtful.

Soon, Qilin said: "Drunkard, I have a question..."

"I know what you want to ask." The drunkard interrupted: "Space teleportation cannot pass through the fog. The places where I can move are limited to Licheng and other isolated islands."

Li then spoke: "I also have a question..."

The drunkard interrupted again: "Do you want to ask me if I have visited the future?"

Li smiled and nodded.

"See, I've been there not only in the future but also in the past." When the drunkard said this, his voice dropped and he was not in a hurry to continue.

Her eyes suddenly became older. She slowly leaned on the sofa and sighed: "There is no past and no future."

Qilin was startled and already understood what the drunkard meant.

Li also fell into deep silence.

"This shabby place has no past and no future." The drunkard sneered: "Do you understand?"

Of course Qilin and Li understood, but it was not so easy to accept this fact immediately.

The drunkard's voice became much softer and looked a little more tired: "The earliest time I've ever been was in 1920. I can't go any further."

"The latest time I went was the last night of the Scarlet Tide. After that, I couldn't go. I tried various methods, but I still couldn't go."

"1920 to 2018," Li raised his head: "98."

"No, it's 100 years." Qilin's voice was a little colder, and this conclusion shocked him inside.

Li was startled and understood immediately.

That's right, 100 years.

If the Scarlet Tide does not arrive earlier, it will occur two years later, from 1920 to 2020, exactly 100 years ago.

The length of time, or lifespan, of this misty world is only a short century.

Now, due to the conspiracy of Cang Mu Cult and Huan Beast, the end of the world will be brought forward two years further.

At this moment, Li finally understood why an alcoholic changed from a passionate and powerful woman to a decadent old man who drank all day long.

Aging is not the main reason.

Losing hope is.

Drunkards already know where the limits and boundaries of the foggy world are.

All awakened beings, and even all beasts, cannot escape from the Cangdao and their fate. We are just birds in a cage.

The three of them inevitably fell into silence. The RV was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the night rain gently tapping on the window glass.

The drunkard seemed to be very tired. She closed her eyes, half asleep on the sofa, and suddenly sang a song. The old man's voice was hoarse and desolate, but she could still hear a trace of the girl's clarity and purity.

"The back is real, the person is fake, there is no attachment. 100 years ago, you were not you, I was not me..."

Qilin is not a pessimistic person, he will not give up easily.

"Drunkard, you went to the last night of the Scarlet Tide, tell us, who won?" The drunkard shook his head gently: "I don't know, I didn't get to see the ending..."

Qilin and Jiu Gui immediately understood that Jiu Gui had been there that day, but due to time constraints or other reasons, she was not able to witness the entire battle.

The drunkard still closed her eyes and her voice became weaker and weaker. She was still singing a cappella, "Sorrow is real, tears are fake. There is no cause and effect. 100 years later, there will be no you and no me..."

Li's face turned pale instantly. She opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't speak.

She had predicted it.

Qilin was still thinking when he noticed something was wrong with Mr. Li's face. He was suddenly startled and immediately leaned forward and stretched out his hand to detect the drunkard's breath.

Three seconds later, Qilin retracted his hand silently: "She is dead."

Li, who had always been elegant and dignified, showed obvious sadness and vulnerability on her face. She closed her eyes tightly, bit her lips, and did not speak for a long time.

Outside the RV, it was still raining.

Xiaotian and Huang Lian sat in the driver's seat and passenger seat of the commercial vehicle, their eyes always looking at the RV by the lake and the warm orange light in the RV.

Suddenly, a trace of sadness and solemnity that was inconsistent with his age flashed in Xiaotian's clear eyes.

He clearly felt that the aura of a very strong yet fragile life form suddenly stopped.

Ten seconds later, the light in the RV went out.

The drizzle is still falling, and the lotus flowers in the green lotus pond are blooming quietly, quiet and lonely.

……

Oldiv, Island F.

On the last day, Gao Yang and his family had little plans.

Everyone slept until 10 a.m., then had a leisurely breakfast with Wang Zikai, and then started packing their luggage.

Wang Zikai originally had the most luggage, but after the battle at Bailu, all his luggage and the Fairy Tale House Hotel disappeared into nothing and sank into the sea.

Fortunately among the misfortunes, considering that Wang Zikai had lost everything, Gao Xinxin had been keeping his passport for him since he came to New Zealand. This really saved Wang Zikai's life, otherwise he would not have been able to go home for a while. .

9 p.m. flight.

In the afternoon, Gao Yang's family and Wang Zikai took a stroll in the tropical forest on the island.

In the evening, everyone finally went to the beach to enjoy the sea breeze and watch the beautiful sunset.

Everyone made an appointment that today, three years later, during the summer vacation after Gao Xinxin graduates from high school, the whole family, including Wang Zikai, will come here again.

Everyone was happy when they made the agreement, except Gao Yang, because he didn't know if he could live until three years later.

After dinner, everyone took a seaplane to the airport and boarded the flight back to the city on time.

Early the next morning, the family returned to Licheng and their real home, and Wang Zikai also returned to his home.

Everyone caught up on their sleep, and it was already noon when they woke up.

Mom didn't have time to prepare a normal lunch, so she gave everyone a bowl of fried egg noodles with tomatoes.

The family gathered around the dining table to eat noodles. My father praised my mother's cooking: "Well, it's so delicious! All the delicacies from the mountains and seas, golden syrup and jade wine are not as good as the bowl of noodles my wife ordered!"

"Eat your noodles, no one will think you are dumb if you don't speak." Mom gave Dad a look of disgust.

"The greatest meaning of traveling is to make people understand that it is better to be at home." Gao Yang remembered a sentence on the Internet and said it involuntarily.

"Wow, brother, you are so pretentious!" Gao Xinxin laughed evilly: "You must be in love, you are getting more and more disgusting."

Gao Yang stopped defending this time and said the opposite: "Yes, I have found you a sister-in-law with fair skin, good looks and long legs, and I will bring it to you later."

(End of this chapter)