??Chapter 947: 946. A bit salty
Chapter 947: 946. A bit salty
Lu Ban woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling.
A sense of pressure on his face; he caught a glimpse of a bare foot stepping on his face.
The sole of the foot was pale, small, and soft, and for so reason, it felt oddly familiar, as though he had been stepped on quite a few tis before.
Lu Ban couldn’t resist tasting it.
“Ew, gross!”
A voice ca from above, and the foot was lifted away.
Lu Ban managed to look up and saw a slender ankle, a fair little calf, slightly fleshy thighs, and what was beneath the hem of the skirt.
Pfft—
Lu Ban was stepped on the face again.
“What are you looking at?”
He was rebuked.
If it had been so psychologically abnormal person with a special fetish, at this mont, they surely would have clamored with pleas like “move aside and let
do it” or “scold
so more” to get involved.
But Lu Ban was a person with normal thoughts, healthy psychology, and extrely high sanity.
He just felt it was a bit salty.
Soon, the foot moved away anyway.
Lu Ban saw Baobao sitting on the bed in front of him, her tender legs crossed and resting on the soft carpet.
“You’re awake,” Baobao said.
Lu Ban slowly got up and first checked his own status.
At least he was still human.
In his view, so silver specks were flickering, trying to regroup into aningful characters, but they were fragnted and couldn’t be sustained.
Lu Ban had no extraordinary items on him. He tried to manifest the silver revolver “Testant,” a comforting weapon that appeared in his palm.
He had co back, but not completely.
“Where is this?”
Lu Ban looked around and found a room with beds, tables, chairs, and windows. The decoration style seed to be from earlier in the last century, with a fountain pen, ink, and open books on the table, whose text Lu Ban couldn’t recognize.
“As you see, Abandoned Capital,” Baobao said indifferently.
“This is the Abandoned Capital?”
Lu Ban found it hard to believe.
He went to the window and looked outside, finding a sky shrouded in smog and smokestacks of distant factories spewing thick smoke. He could see continuous pedestrian traffic on the visible streets from the house.
“What era’s Abandoned Capital is this?” Lu Ban turned and asked.
Baobao was dressed in modern attire, short sleeves, and a skirt, like a middle school student on a trip.
“There’s only one era for the Abandoned Capital. Under His watch, ti here cannot flow backward,” she said with a smile.
“Didn’t you notice that the ti you spent in the Abandoned Capital has always been from ancient to current?”
Reminded by Baobao, Lu Ban briefly recollected the infrequent missions to the Abandoned Capital he had experienced, realizing that although the speed of ti in between might not have been the sa, it indeed always proceeded in chronological order, never suddenly returning to the ancient tis of the Abandoned Capital and then jumping to the present.
He had not paid attention before, considering it a coincidence.
Now, upon careful thought, the Chosen by Gods possessed a strong observer effect, capable of rewriting history, and by utilizing the Silent Lands, they could fix it in place. The Ancient Overlords, the Supre God, They were stronger observers, once witnessed, destiny forms a closed loop, unchangeable.
In this way, being in the Abandoned Capital with Charlotte herself present, trying to alter the history of the Abandoned Capital was extrely difficult.
At least Lu Ban’s tasks in the Abandoned Capital never involved anything too extraordinary. Even the incidents related to Taoist Crane Cry were just residual will; in the end, Charlotte settled it all in one swoop.
As for gang conflicts like the Torrential Rain and such, they had minimal impact on the history of the entire Foreign Domain.
“Where’s Charlotte?” Lu Ban asked again, approaching Baobao. The girl seed to be wearing clothes that were slightly too big, with one side slipping down from the shoulder, inadvertently making one lant the great slipperiness of old shoulders.
“You’re here, and still you ask about Her?” Baobao looked at Lu Ban with a slightly strange expression.
“I was about to ask you the sa thing.”
Lu Ban was perplexed, recalling only that he had dealt with the torrential rain in the Wasteland. Afterwards, he t The Dark One, arrived in a world devoid of any extraordinary powers, encountered many who were already dead, and then ca into contact with so of the extraordinary powers of that world. Ultimately, left with no other choice, he had to touch the polluted items in an attempt to return to the extraordinary.
That was about all Lu Ban could rember.
Beyond that, his mory was filled with endlessly expanding lumps of flesh, a myriad of insane and illogical thoughts, and the sight of a huge, rust-red planet.
Right, Amber and Shia.
Lu Ban suddenly rembered them—he didn’t know what had beco of them.
Although they were only pseudo-beings created by extracting souls, it was as if a second life had been bestowed upon the truly dead Amber and Shia.
Not to ntion that it was the original versions of them who couldn’t be saved, who had reached a closed loop, not the reborn versions.
And Cui Siter, Red Leaf, as well as many others from that world, also had the chance to return.
“I don’t know.”
Lu Ban was honest in his reply.
“What’s that in your hand?”
Baobao asked again.
Only then did Lu Ban notice that he had been holding a stick-shaped object in his hand since a while ago.
The object was like a flute, crystal clear, resembling the bone of so creature.
There were so holes in the stick, straightforward without any unnecessary deviations.
“What’s this…?”
Lu Ban picked up the object, but no information related to it ca to mind.
It’s not polluted?
Lu Ban found this odd, for the texture was quite similar to his suona. Clearly, it was not an artifact of the human world but rather sothing from the Foreign Domain, which should naturally retain so pollution.
Even if the pollution level was low, not enough to cause corrosion to the current Lu Ban, the knowledge that usually ca with the pollution should still be present.
Yet, unimaginably, this object carried neither knowledge nor pollution, as if it were an object that was supposed to exist in this world.
“Why don’t you give it a blow?”
Baobao suggested.
Lu Ban held it up, unsure where the playable holes were; he blew into it haphazardly but produced no sound.
“Why don’t you try?”
Lu Ban handed the instrunt over to Baobao.
Baobao took it, was about to put her mouth to one of the holes, then suddenly pulled away.
“You’ve blown on it, it’s dirty.”
“What’s dirty about it?”
Lu Ban was incredulous, finding it unbelievable that Baobao would be put off by him.
“Weren’t you just licking this?”
Baobao lifted a leg to gesture.
“Well, that, I’ve already swallowed.”
Lu Ban explained earnestly.
“Tsk, disgusting.”
Baobao remarked, picked up a handkerchief from the table, wiped the instrunt, tried it out, and still, nothing happened.
“Your playing posture seems off, doesn’t it?”
Lu Ban watched as Baobao’s pink tongue flicked over the holes on the instrunt, feeling that sothing was not quite right.
“Here, take it back.”
Baobao tossed the instrunt back to Lu Ban.
Lu Ban wiped the saliva-covered instrunt with the handkerchief.
“By the way, why are you here?”
He asked again.
“Do you really have to ask? Of course, It sent
here.”
Baobao replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
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