Nomenclature of Night

   Chapter 916 No. 001 Forbidden Land, Small Town

lunch time.

  The members of the Parents' Association returned to the dining table, all of them were covered with black medicine and bandaged, and they were miserable.

   There are even people with broken hands and being fed with plaster hanging from both arms...

As a result, this guy said while wolfing down his meal: "Don't look at my broken hands, but the orc warrior who fought with me is much worse than me. I think these orc warriors are all bad guys. I'll single it out, or let you see how I deal with him."

  Everyone roared with laughter: "You are so **** like this, and you don't stop, and someone just flicked the steel cable and broke your hands..."

   "When you go to the toilet, see if you are still stubborn, and no one will help you then!"

  The guy with broken arms thought of the scene where he needed someone to help him pee, so he stopped talking.

   At this moment, Qingchen and Yangyang walked into the restaurant hand in hand.

  The family members suddenly stopped talking: "Wow!"

  Qing Chen couldn't laugh or cry: "Let's eat your food...Xiao Qi, how about the casualties?"

  Xiao Qi limped to his feet and replied, "Parents, there are only wounded, not dead."

   "Is everyone's injuries okay?" Qing Chen asked.

   "It's okay, I can hold on!" Xiao Qi grinned.

  At this time, Yangyang said: "You should worry about yourself, your injury is not much better, go, I will treat your wound before eating."

   Saying that, Yangyang dragged Qing Chen back into the room abruptly.

  Family: "Wow!"

  In the room, Yangyang helped Qing Chen take off his coat. She looked at Qing Chen's bruises and wounds in silence.

After a long time, she said: "If you hadn't eaten dragon fish, the bones of your body would have been broken countless times. You will have sequelae when you get old. When you can't move, you will be sitting in a wheelchair. Push you out and watch me dance in the square."

  Qing Chen said with a smile: "I may not grow old."

   "I know that you knights have a long lifespan," Yang Yang said with a curl of her lips, "but it would be nice if you had a longer lifespan, so that you can die behind me."

But when she said this, she suddenly felt a little depressed: "I can only live for more than a hundred years, and I may die at the age of 120. At that time, you will have to endure the days without me for 131 years. What will you do? Who will apply the medicine to you? Who is watching over you in heaven."

  Qing Chen was silent for a while: "I used to think that it was good for the knights to live longer. The God Generation was jealous, and the Black Knights were also jealous. But I suddenly felt that it is not good to live so long."

  Too long a lifespan will displace the lives of two people.

  When one is old, the other is still in full bloom.

  Yangyang stood in front of Qing Chen, holding his two cheeks with both hands and smiled, "Just cherish the moment."

In the evening, the two sat on the edge of the roof of the training base, with the coffee Alice made for them in hand, chatting with each other about irrelevant topics, such as the recent pursuit of Luo Wanya by many female stars, for example, Xiao Qi was also invited to a celebrity banquet, For example, some gossip secrets in the memory of the third child of the Black Knights.

   Anyway, none of the sentences are serious.

  Yangyang's arrival suddenly made Qingchen's life relax for a moment, making him no longer tense as before, like a pendulum that would never stop.

  Qing Chen lay on the roof, sleeping on Yangyang's legs as a pillow, and Yangyang didn't wake him up until 10 minutes before crossing.

  The girl tidied his hair like his wife: "I know you have a sense of crisis in your heart, and I also know how powerful the Roosevelt Kingdom is, but you are a person who can perform miracles. We believe in you, and you must also believe in yourself."

   The countdown resets to zero.

   Travel through.

  …

  …

   When the world lights up again.

  Qing Chen was wearing wilderness clothes and carrying a dilapidated backpack, walking in the wilderness on foot.

  His face was covered with mud, and his figure was no longer so straight, as if he had been beaten down by life.

  No matter from which angle you look at it, this is an out-and-out wild man.

   From a distance beyond the mountains and plains, there was the tinkling of irons, as well as sporadic fires.

   Qing Chen looked up, and farther away was the "blanket" made of endless tree canopies, where the No. 001 taboo land was as black as ink at midnight.

   Outside the Forbidden Land, there is a small town that looks a little deserted in the dark.

  Or not deserted...but gloomy.

  It seemed like the cold was blowing out there.

Looking from the mountain, the town is pitch-black, except for two tritium lamps hanging on the wooden archway at the entrance. When the wind blows, they sway, like being hung by the hair. Two heads.

   Town No. 1, a very simple town.

  In the early days, there was no small town here, just because some 'gold diggers' picked up plant fruits and caught small wild animals on the edge of No. 001 Forbidden Land.

   Slowly, the gold diggers set up camp outside the forbidden land, forming a small town.

   From time to time in the federation, there are reports of 'gold diggers' picking up rare treasures in forbidden places and getting rich overnight. Someone picked up a dead tree vine and sold it for three million.

   Someone picked up a strange stone and sold it for five million.

  Someone picked up a taboo item that was left behind after the superhuman died inside, and sold it for 100 million.

   Qingchen approached slowly, but saw several men guarding the gate of the town, and the men were playing poker.

  When they saw Qing Chen's dirty appearance, they immediately smiled and shouted to each other: "There's another gold digger, the inside came out to say hello!"

  Qing Chen stood outside the town and asked hesitantly, "Is anyone here paying wages?"

Several men laughed loudly: "I really don't understand anything, pan for gold in the town, set off with the team, whatever you pick up in the forbidden land is your own, and if you sell it, you only need to pay it to the town." 50% commission will do. No salary.”

  Qing Chen said vigilantly: "Why do you have to pay 50%? It's too much."

The man was overjoyed, and he spat on the ground: "Have you ever entered No. 001 Forbidden Land? That's the road that Lao Tzu worked hard to get out of, and you can get out alive. That's why we ask for a 50% commission. .”

  Qing Chen seemed relieved: "Can you come out alive?"

   "Don't worry, you," the man responded.

  At this time, a wobbly old man came out of the town. When the men saw the old man, they immediately put down the poker in their hands: "Why did you come in person, Gouwa?"

  The old man waved his hand and said, "It's haunted again, Gouwa is cleaning up."

  Qing Chen was stunned for a moment: "Haunted?"

   "It's not a real ghost, you'll know when you go in," the old man looked at Qing Chen, "Why are you here?"

   "I want to get married, but I can't afford a house in District 5," Qing Chen replied, "My brother still needs money for medical treatment, and I need money."

  The old man snorted: "Who doesn't need money here? Remember, don't risk your life when you enter here. I can't guarantee that those people just said they can bring you out alive."

   "Can you make money?" Qing Chen asked urgently.

   "Make money? Let's see, how much is your life worth?" The old man squinted at him: "They told you all the rules."

   "Well, pay 50% commission."

   "It's good to know, search the body, and don't let the investigative reporters of Hope Media get in."

   Several men searched for Qing Chen, then shook their heads: "It's just a mobile phone, no camera equipment."

   "The phone is put away, I will give it to you."

  Qing Chen asked: "Did any reporters sneak in before? But I haven't seen Hope Media report here."

  A man grinned, showing his yellow teeth and said with a smile: "Kill... you are not a reporter, are you?"

  Qing Chen shrank his shoulders in fear: "I'm not."

"It doesn't look like it at all," the old man hunched his back and walked inside. The town was full of mud, and beside the road were dilapidated shacks, in which lived thin people, including men and women. .

  The entire town has no sewer pipes, and no basic living facilities. There is a mountain of garbage outside, and the stench is pungent.

   There's even a smell of... blood.

  The smell of blood came from the old man in front.

  But in a shack, someone muttered to himself: "Where did everyone go? Where did everyone go? They are all dead!"

  Qing Chen's mind froze, this person's mind was obviously deranged, and he even began to show obvious symptoms.

  I was thinking about it, but I saw someone rushing out with a knife in a shack in the distance: "Someone came to kill me, I'm right here, kill me!"

  The next moment, the man turned his head to look at the old man and Qing Chen, and rushed over aggressively with a rusty machete.

  The old man took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket, and said casually: "Another crazy one, come and take it away, lock it up."

But they saw footsteps coming from the darkness, and several shirtless men ran out with tritium lamps. They pressed the man who was going to cut him into the mud, tied his hands with hemp rope, and tied him up. dragged back into the darkness.

  The old man turned around and glanced at the trembling Qing Chen: "Don't be afraid, if you are honest and obedient, you won't become like him."

   "What happened to him?" Qing Chen asked, "Did you make him become like this?"

  The old man said: "We didn't harm him. If we don't abide by the rules of the forbidden land, it will become like this... This is haunted, like a ghost possessed."

  Continuing to walk forward for hundreds of meters, Qing Chen heard the heavy panting of men and women in the shack, as well as countless babbles.

  The only thing that remains the same is the sound of hammering irons coming from nowhere, ding ding ding ding, ringing non-stop.

  However, Qing Chen looked around for a long time, but he didn't find where the blacksmith shop was.

  Qing Chen suddenly discovered that most of the people here seem to have some mental problems.

   If it is just one or two cases, it may be driven crazy, but if it is a common situation, it means that it is a problem with No. 001 Forbidden Land.

  However, the master didn't mention this situation to him before... Did the master not know? Or is there any special reason?

   "Okay, you'll live here," the old man pointed at the shack, "We'll set off the morning after tomorrow. Without my permission, we can't leave town, and we can't enter forbidden places alone."

  Qing Chen agreed: "Is there no owner for this shack?"

  The old man looked at him and grinned with black teeth: "Dead."

  Qing Chen took two steps back in fear, the old man was very satisfied with his reaction: "You can call me Mr. Wang from now on, go to sleep."

  Qing Chen bent down and got into the shack, only to see that someone picked up branches and hay and made a small bed inside, and there was a palm-sized cosmetic mirror scattered beside the bed... The former owner of the shack might be a woman.

  He looked around and was suddenly taken aback.

  On the wooden pillars of the shack, someone carved lines of small characters with a knife, and a broken eyebrow trimmer was thrown beside the pillars, with dried and blackened blood on the blade.

   "Someone behind you is calling you not to agree!"

   "Don't drink the blood that flows from the trunk!" was crossed out, and someone added "It's not a tree, a tree doesn't cry".

   "Don't give the sign to anyone else!"

   "Remember your name!"

   "Don't eat the fruit from the red tree!"

   "The fruit on the white tree is edible!"

   "Come out backwards!"

   Below this line of small characters, there is a word engraved crookedly: "Escape!"

  Qing Chen frowned. The person who carved the lettering was clearly in a state of confusion. He was sure that not all of the information was helpful, and this chaotic logic might even mislead him.

  He must see the truth through that chaotic spirit.

  This forbidden place is different from any forbidden place he has been to.

  …

  There is another chapter before 12 o'clock in the evening

  (end of this chapter)