PFC Chapter 997
Chapter 997
Chapter 593 [Sky City] 1
"Boom——"
It's like falling from the sky into a deep sea, or like floating up from the dark and deep seabed to the sky, and finally sinking gently into a sweet dream. The lonely soul then returns safely to the sleeping body and comes to this abandoned city above the sky.
Looking up, he saw a magnificent sky of orange and purple mixed with a few yellow and pink clouds. Below the sky, a square cone-shaped floating island stood alone in the air. In the sky, above the sky, and below the sky, there was a vast expanse of empty magnificent clouds, which was the boundary of his drowsy dream consciousness.
Feng Lan woke up and found herself lying on a piece of sand. Surrounded by a deserted construction site, there was a shovel and a cart not far away, with half of the sand shoveled in it. It seemed as if the person who had shoveled the sand had just left and would be back soon. However, the surroundings were covered with dust and there was no sound of breathing. No matter how carefully Feng Lan listened, there was no other sound except for the sound of the wind and the slight "whoosh" of the clouds floating in the sky.
In such an extremely quiet atmosphere, she could clearly hear the sound of her heart beating and the blood flowing in her veins, and the ups and downs of her breathing echoed in her ears like a deafening sound.
"call--"
When Feng Lan became aware of his breathing, it became really heavy.
"Huh...huh..."
The next second, Feng Lan keenly realized that her originally light and strong body became heavy, slow, and weak, or in other words, the power forcibly suppressed by the copy was compressed until she was like an ordinary person.
"Huh—" Feng Lan adapted to his current weak body, and carefully compared himself with the memory palace. Well, he was still a little stronger, with almost the physical fitness of a normal and healthy adult. As long as he ignored the pain and burst out, his three-dimensional level was almost equal to that of a D-level player.
As for the strained muscles and bones, Feng Lan's body is not her real body. Her real body is too strong. Her current body is a new one created by the game, a disposable body put in. The specific strength depends on the copy limit.
For example, now, the physical strength is forcibly compressed to that of an ordinary person by the copy.
But the same goes for the other players. S-level players are already so "weak", and A-level players are even suppressed to sub-health. They will gasp for breath after walking a few more steps. In this game where players are repeatedly reminded to keep quiet, making any sound means danger.
However, the copy only compresses the player's body given by the game, and does not weaken the player's soul strength. Feng Lan can still use his spiritual sense to "see" very far.
Fortunately, she is not a talkative person and does not feel uncomfortable without speaking. Feng Lan touched Huahua Bike, who was not lost but was also suppressed and wrapped around her shoulders. After being suppressed, Huahua Bike could not speak and could only complain to Feng Lan through the contract to relieve his panic.
[Wow, I, I can't get bigger, Lanlan, you're so small! ]
My ability has been sealed. I can’t split myself into clones and go to other places. I can’t help you, Lanlan QAQ.
It just so happens that any noise here is very dangerous. How could that be? With Huahua here, I feel much more at ease than when I am alone. The same goes for Bi Ke.
Feng Lan silently comforted the two little ones in her heart, while observing her surroundings, and silently climbed up from the sand. Because she was lying on the ground, there were a lot of sand on her clothes and body.
She didn't brush it off out of habit, but slowly rubbed and smoothed off the sand on her body, trying to make the sound of the sand falling as small as possible, even though the sound was already very small.
Dozens of extremely light grains of sand fell on the sand, making a sound so slight that it was impossible for human ears to hear.
"Susu..."
Feng Lan looked up and saw a translucent gray figure suddenly appearing not far away on the wide and unobstructed construction site.
The figure is light gray overall and cannot be seen unless you look closely. It has a rough human silhouette, and is colorless below the waist. Is it a ghost?
Feng Lan was very sure that in the last second, she was the only living person with heartbeat and breathing in this factory, and her spiritual sense did not even detect this ghost.
The ghost looked around for a few seconds, and after confirming the source of the sound, it slowly turned its gaze to the sand. In the blink of an eye, it seemed to be moving slowly but came to the sand from twenty meters away. It squatted down and stared at the empty sand for a long time. There was a faint human-shaped mark and Feng Lan's footprints.
There was no more sound, and the ghost disappeared into the air.
From beginning to end, the ghost didn't make any sound.
Feng Lan had already left the factory and confirmed that the ghost was gone. She then scanned the surrounding area inch by inch with her spiritual sense. When she still saw no trace of the ghost, she withdrew her spiritual sense and frowned slightly.
The monsters born in the gods' dreams are not simple either.
If the players' physical fitness remained the same, it would be easy for them to keep quiet after entering, but all the players' three dimensions were suppressed and sealed, and the monsters here were extremely sensitive to sound. Feng Lan currently didn't know what would happen if the players who made the sound were caught, and she didn't want to experience the consequences herself.
From the moment she entered the dungeon, she had always felt a sense of crisis as if a sharp blade was hanging over her head. Her eyes saw a gorgeous colorful sky, but her perception told her that it was an endless black sea of the mind.
She was in a dream of a huge monster, and this monster might wake up at any time. When that happened, everything in the dream, including them, would be crushed together.
Feng Cuiyu might know something about this copy. Feng Lan wandered aimlessly in this deserted city.
She carefully read the copy information.
This time, the mission was to survive for a week and leave safely. Why a week? Was something significant going to happen after a week? This dream would only last a week? Given the subsequent requirement to "leave safely," Feng Lan speculated that a crucial event would occur after a week, preventing the player from leaving the dungeon or causing their death.
The factory where Feng Lan landed was very remote, on the outskirts of the floating island. About a hundred meters away was the broken edge of the floating island. She walked to the broken edge and would fall down after taking two steps forward. Feng Lan looked down and saw an endless orange-purple color below. The distance was too far and she could not tell whether it was clouds or an orange-purple ocean.
Feng Lan listened attentively, but could still only hear the whistling sound of the wind. After listening for a long time, the sound of the wind sounded a bit like the breathing of a sleeping person.
She stayed at the edge for a while and saw a few gray ghosts wandering around. They seemed to be attracted by the sound of the wind, but they couldn't find a clear target, so they stood there blankly. After a while, they slowly disappeared.
[They live in another dimension. When the sounds of the real world reach that dimension, they will be infinitely amplified. The spirits that hear the sounds will come out of the other dimension and eliminate the sounds.]
A mental force containing information was passed to Feng Lan. It was Feng Cuiyu. Feng Lan took it and looked up. Feng Cuiyu appeared three meters away from her without her knowing when. When he saw Feng Lan, his gray eyes did not change. His pale lips were pursed and he waved at her in a bad mood.
Feng Lan noticed two things: the black cat above Feng Cuiyu's head was gone, and he did not wear a bite arrester when he entered the dungeon.