Heath closed the door, and the noise outside became weaker, as if it was suddenly isolated from the two worlds inside and outside the house.

With the light of fire coming through the gaps in the wooden boards, Fang Zhu looked at the room: a small workshop, only about ten steps to the other end, the ceiling was low, a dye vat in the center of the room, a birch square table with large and small pottery trays and tools piled up. The shelves on both sides were mostly similar, but most of them were jars and vases.

There was a faint smell of earth in the air.

Fang Zhu noticed that the furnishings in the house were covered with thick layers of gray, and it seemed that no one had touched these things for a long time. The girl placed the basin on the ground, protected her hands and carefully lit a wind lamp on the table.

She picked up the wind light, adjusted the brightness, and the dim light outlined the outline of the house, then turned around and said apologetically: "Since Dorifin became like this, these things have not moved much. There are a lot of things, be careful not to hit the feet, sir."

"You've been living here?"

The girl nodded and shook her head again. "I live in the city, but not this place. I occasionally come back here to take a look."

"There are other residents in the city?"

The girl suddenly shook her hand at him and signaled him not to speak. Fang Yu then heard a rustling sound from the darkness. He turned around to the source of the sound and saw the scene outside through the gaps in the door panel.

Countless undead were slowly passing through the streets and walking in one direction, like a ghost river, with white bones floating in it, the ghost was silent, and the footsteps of skeletons were sound.

He held his breath and watched the vast army of undeads pass for several minutes. When the last ghost disappeared from the end of his vision, he turned around and asked, "Why didn't they find us? Where are they going?"

"They can't see the people in the building, it's probably heading to the town hall, and the demon is controlling them."

"That demon, Nico Polas?"

"Shhh," Xis raised a finger nervously and blocked her mouth: "Don't mention the name of the demon, sir, she will hear it."

Fang Rong thought that she couldn't come in even if she heard this. But he didn't say this, just asked, "Do you know her?"

Heath replied: "No one here doesn't know her. Thirty years ago it was she who destroyed the city."

"Here? Are there other people in the city?"

Xis nodded again.

Fang Yu was a little strange. How could anyone have lived in this ruin for decades? He had never heard adventurers mention this, nor did Jita.

The girl carried the wind lamp and walked to the side, picked up a photo frame from the table, wiped it with her hands, and wiped it away, and after it was a portrait of her and a fat middle-aged man. It should be her father, the owner of this handicraft workshop. The man hugged his daughter's shoulders and smiled happily.

"This is my father. Everyone calls him Lao Jit. Before he leaves us, everyone says he is a good person." She said, carefully wiping the frame clean and putting it back in place.

Fang Rong looked at the girl silently. She put her hands on her simple long skirt. Her face was very thin and her face was not very good. Obviously, her life was very hard, but her expression was very calm, and her brown eyes looked firm and persistent, not the kind of personality that would easily be overwhelmed by difficulties.

He asked, "Why not take it away?"

“Because it turns out to be here.”

"I want it to be the same here as it was, as it was in the past," said Heath.

“Just like the past.”

Fang Zhu chewed this sentence silently.

He looked back at the golden gap between the wooden boards in the darkness and asked, "But what if the fire burns to this place?"

"No," the girl shook her head. "The fire will only burn down the block. Such a scene will reappear every few months for thirty years, but it has never changed. Even the demon is powerless to change."

"Is it the past reappearing again?" Fang Rong thought to himself.

He looked at the girl carefully before asking, "For thirty years?"

But the girl didn't answer his question.

She picked up the lantern again and said, "Okay, we can leave this place, sir."

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment before realizing that it had completely quieted outside, so he nodded.

However, he looked at the workshop again, and carefully swept through every detail, and found something under the frame. While Xis was opening the door, he walked over and picked it up and found that it was a thin piece of parchment:

"Hollit College Admission Notice"

‘Ms. Heath, your talent and efforts have been unanimously recognized by our supervisors and guides. We hereby approve you to…’

The handwriting below was stained with dirt and it seemed that it could not be seen clearly. Fang Yu wiped it with his hands and was useless, so he could only skip a paragraph and read it.

‘…………April 15, please prepare all personal supplies before this and go to…report.’

The parchment was covered with mottled traces. Fang Yu frowned and looked at the signer, which was also blocked by the dirt. He wanted to read it again, but the sound of the door opening was heard behind him, so he hurriedly put down what was in his hand.

At this time, a small thing slid down from behind the photo frame. Fang Yu was slightly stunned and picked up the thing.

The girl opened the door, looked around outside for a while, and then turned around and said, "Sir, where are you going? This city is not safe, I will take you there."

"Call me Ed, Miss Heath, thank you for your help." Fang Yu silently put away the thing and walked out of the house. But he shook his head: "But I'm going to the city hall next, it's too dangerous for you."

"City Hall?" Heath looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Ed, what are you doing there?"

“My companion is in that place.”

Heath was silent for a moment, and suddenly nodded. "I get it, I'll take you to a place, Mr. Ed."

Fang Zhu was slightly stunned.

Although he did not want to implicate others, Hiss's next words dispelled his doubts.

"The City Hall is the work of the architect Rogerta. By the way, Lord Rogerta is also one of the four craftsmen of the Elpahin Craftsman Association. Because he is a dwarf, he also designed an underground defense facility for Doriffin's City Hall. I happened to know one of the tunnels leading to the City Hall, and we should be able to avoid the dead outside through it."

The girl explained to him.

Fang Yu was a little surprised, but after weighing the pros and cons, he nodded. With his current combat power, there was no way to meet the undead.

If this road is really safe, it is not impossible to consider it. "Then I'll bother you, Miss Xis." He replied.

"You're welcome, it's hard to see outsiders in this place. It's time for everyone to help each other." The girl smiled slightly and replied.

Two people passed by the street one after another.

Fang Yu looked back and saw that the fire was still soaring into the sky a few blocks away, dyeing the night sky red. It should be three or four o'clock in the morning, but it was like an abyss, and there was no way before dawn at all.

He even wondered whether there would be a statement in this illusion the next day, and it might last forever before everything disappeared.

Under the guidance of Xis, the two walked around the alley behind a small alley. The girl stopped in front of a rusty iron fence door and checked the lock on it.

"It's here, Mr. Ed," she turned around and said, "This is the entrance to the sewer, and that tunnel is inside."

Fang Zhu walked forward and pulled the rust chain with his hand. The lock head fell down in response to the sound. The decades of scenes have long since made it rust.

Seeing this scene, Xis seemed not surprised and just opened the door with a squeak.

But Fang Zhu looked at the girl's back and suddenly said, "Miss Heath, Mr. Rogerta is now the president of the Elpaxin Craftsman Association."

"Ah?" the girl was slightly surprised. "Has Lord Rogerta been the president of the Craftsmen Association? Sorry, the news here is too blocked."

Fang Zhu nodded. "About ten years ago."

The girl closed her mouth and looked a little uneasy.

Fang Rong looked at her, but did not continue asking, and said, "Let's go, Miss Xis, I have the chance to talk to you about the outside world."

The former nodded.

At the entrance of the sewer, there was an incomplete leaflet, which had already faded and painted with a peculiar insignia:

A dragon head with a horn missing.

The emblem is dark, like the color of blood after it dried up.

‘……To us, the church of Profenrier…our fathers, brothers, sisters, all redemption will come on that day…’

The handwriting behind is already blurred.

Fang Yu only glanced at it and felt a little enlightened in his heart. He looked at the girl who was walking into the sewer and followed.

The next section of the road seemed a bit unremarkable. Dorifin's sewer was just a trek in the dark, and there was no unexpected encounter. There was not even a mouse in the sewer.

But this is very strange in itself.

The girl walked in front with a wind lamp, looking very familiar with this road. She rarely hesitated at the forks and often chose the right route without thinking.

The surroundings seemed very quiet, like a world isolated, with gray lights passing through some bones, which seemed to have been there centuries ago.

Buried under the dust.

Fang Ling didn't know if she was the victim thirty years ago, but he had a question in his mind a long time ago, why there were so few survivors in Dorifin.

Where did Xinghui go?

The answer seemed to be hidden in the darkness ahead. For some reason, a picture suddenly flashed through his mind:

In the dark mist, a pair of golden red eyes were staring at themselves coldly, making them feel cold.

Then there is the brightly lit hall of Traveler Rest, the air is filled with the strong aroma of cinnamon, which makes people unable to help but accelerate saliva secretion.

An old man with a pale face and meticulously combed hair stood beside him and said to him:

"Be careful, the dragon's wings indicate death. Those who see the dragon's wings often see signs of death."

He fought a cold war before he came back from the many illusions, and subconsciously pressed the back of his right hand, and the mark on the back of his hand was slightly hot.

At this time, the girl had already taken him to the exit of the tunnel.

In front of it was a cliff, and a ladder hung down from above the cliff. Square purse looked up and saw that there were dark holes on it, and they didn't know where it led.

He tried the firmness of the ladder with his hands, and unexpectedly found that there was almost no sign of loosening, and it looked very solid.
To be continued...