Chapter 749： Abyss City

"how come……"

Meng Chaoxin said that I was not blown into the tiankeng by the shock wave of the long-range bombing?

Why would a room that looks like this..."normal" jump up from a bed whose size is obviously designed for humans?

Even if the mysterious human town seen by the "piranha" squad was right below where it fell, it should hit the street or on the roof, smash the roof into a hole, and then fall onto the bed.

There are naturally no holes in the ceiling.

And, what about the injury?

Stabbed by vines covered with thorns and venom, burned by flames, internally wounded by shock waves, and bruised by falling from a high altitude, the steel and iron bones he wrapped with psychic energy had to move his five internal organs and wounds all over his body. .

But Meng Chao stretched out his arms and found that all the wounds were scabs.

The internal injuries that had just pierced the bone marrow all turned into dull and dull pain, as if the injury was about to heal after a long time.

A long time passed...

Meng Chao shook his head vigorously, suddenly becoming uncertain.

I'm not sure if I just fell from the sky, or if I lay in this room for a long time, until I had a vivid nightmare and just woke up from the nightmare.

There seems to be a gap in memory.

It's like someone inserted a black partition into his brain forcibly, disrupting his perception of time.

The clothes on her body have also changed.

Meng Chao remembered that when he fell into the sinkhole, he was wearing a nano-combat suit and a soft armor equipped with tactical leather rails. A large number of weapons, communication and detection instruments were also attached to it.

Now, he changed into a robe made of monster fur.

The pure black monster fur is light and soft, without any variegation.

Even if placed in Dragon City, they are quite rare treasures.

It's not like industrial products sewn by assembly lines, but like handicrafts sewn with a sewing machine stitch by stitch.

This book is organized and produced by the public account. Follow VX【Book Friends Base Camp】, read the book and get cash red envelopes!

Thinking about this, Meng Chao saw a sewing machine in the corner.

He was startled slightly.

In the era when Longcheng lacked resources, water and electricity, sewing machines were indeed popular for a while.

But the style of this sewing machine is even older.

Meng Chao and Meng Chao participated in the cultural activity of "Remembering the Earth" in Blue Home, and saw similar products from the 20th century.

In general, this room is also full of the 20th century style of the earth age, even a little bit older.

Looking up, Meng Chao didn't see much trace of industrial civilization.

From the removable oil lamp mounted on the wall, it can be seen that electricity is quite precious here, or even nothing at all.

But the mattress under him was unexpectedly soft and warm.

Meng Chao finely twisted a tuft of golden fluff from the corner of the mattress.

It is the fluff of "Golden-tailed swallows", and its heat preservation and fluffing effect is dozens of times higher than that of goose down of the same weight, but it takes hundreds of golden-tailed swallows' fluff to fill such a bedding.

Putting it in Dragon City, such a luxury item can only be enjoyed by the wealthy children of the nine great cultivation families, which is incompatible with the simple and monotonous painting style in the room.

"Where is this place?"

Meng Chao muttered to himself, a little top-heavy, and turned to examine the bed frame.

The bed frame adopts a pure wooden mortise and tenon structure, except that the key parts are reinforced with iron nails, there is no trace of industrial manufacturing.

Even the iron nails embedded in wood, Meng Chao didn't think it was produced on an industrial assembly line.

Because with the delicate perception unique to the reaper, he carefully rubs the cap of each iron nail, and can feel the unique hand-polished trace.

In addition to the wooden bed and oil lamp, there is also a wardrobe and a desk in the room.

It was also hand-made and polished, and Meng Chao rubbed it for a long time without any traces of industrial manufacturing.

In the closet were a few sets of robes made of monster fur, as well as some white-washed T-shirts and jeans.

What’s strange is that these monster furs are clearly flawless and top grade. There are several nightmare furs that are not variegated or scarred. They can be sold for a big price in Dragon City. Only the extraordinary can afford to wear them. .

Here, they were randomly placed, even crumpled and piled in the corner.

And those T-shirts and jeans, which look like they have been washed for decades, have been washed as thin as cicadas and even riddled with holes, but they seem to be regarded as treasures by the owner. They are carefully spread out and stored in large flat wooden boxes. in.

Meng Chao was a little puzzled.

Both the clothing industry and the most basic metal forging such as iron nails do not have too high technical content.

Even in the hardest time of Dragon City, it is not enough to treat a few bad T-shirts as treasures.

What are the values ​​here?

There are not many clues in the desk.

Hundreds of mutated butterfly specimens are sandwiched in a "book" made of spiritual plant leaves similar to banana leaves and stitched together with plant fibers. This is the most valuable discovery.

Because hundreds of butterfly specimens include very rare gems such as "flashing butterflies" and "ghost butterflies".

Although these insect monsters don't have too strong offensive power, they have extremely keen intuition.

Long before humans approached, they would dance lightly and disappear without a trace in the gleaming phosphor powder.

Dragon City’s insect monster experts took great pains to catch these light, slender, and agile mutant butterflies.

But the owner here, casually piled up in the desk with some toys polished by monster bones.

In the bottom drawer of the desk, Meng Chao found a laptop.

Before he was happy for three seconds, he found that the laptop was broken.

No, using the word "bad" is not very accurate.

In terms of style and appearance, this is an earth-age notebook. It has been produced for at least half a century. Most of the parts have been oxidized and rusted, the battery was burned through by acid, and the screen was peeled off.

It is "dying of life", there is no possibility and value of restoration, and it is only regarded as a souvenir by the owner.

But it is the only industrial product in the whole room.

Wait, Meng Chao's heart moved and went to look at the sewing machine in the corner.

Sure enough, this is also an industrial product of the earth age.

After more than half a century, many parts are severely worn.

The owner used the fragrant smell and very precious monster grease to carefully maintain it, and timely replaced those structures that could not be maintained with new parts.

But the original parts are all manufactured in industry, and the replacement parts are hand polished, it's like...

The monster materials here are worthless.

But it has lost the ability to build large industrial assembly lines.

"Today is another good day with gentle wind and bright sunshine!"

A cheerful female voice suddenly sounded from the corner.

Meng Chao was taken aback.

He waved his hand and used psychic energy to lift the animal skins around the corner of the wall, only to find a huge bird cage hanging there.

Inside is an avian monster with gorgeous hair like a macaw, but a naive body, just like an owl.

This is the "cat-headed parrot".

A vocal organ is very developed, which can simulate the sounds of various monsters to court and scare away natural enemies.

"Today's wind is gentle and sunny. Like every day in the past, it is the best day for gathering and hunting!"

The animal skin was lifted, and the cat-headed parrot came to the spirit, dancing, singing and dancing, "Furthermore, today is the most lively'Harvest Festival' in Taoyuan Town. Friends in Taoyuan Town, everyone is ready to sing and dance without getting drunk. Are you not going back?"

"..."

Meng Chao knew that cat-headed parrots were very smart and could simulate human pronunciation.

But I don't know that the cat-headed parrot is so smart that it can speak long, very logical whole sentences.

This is just parroting.

Or is there some kind of... information relayed to Meng Chao through the cat-headed parrot’s brain and vocal organs?

Meng Chao stared at the cat-headed parrot.

The cat-headed parrot turned its emerald-like eyes, looked at Meng Chao without blinking, and suddenly laughed like a human.

It dances happily in the cage.

Don't feel depressed or wronged because of being restrained.

A bright and dripping feather fell, driving Meng Chao's sight, and falling on the golden tooth blood sword and ghost blade covered with animal skins.

Meng Chao hooked his fingers.

The two swords and chains were attracted by the magnetic field and flew back to his hand.

The chain was wrapped around his arm in circles, and the resonance of blood and runes gradually awakened the sleeping power, giving him a sense of security that was fully armed.

Only then can I have confidence to face the only one in the room, draped in heavy animal skins, but still blooming through the golden windows.

Huh!

Meng Chao took a deep breath and pulled away the animal skin that was blocking the window.

His eyes were suddenly stabbed by ten thousand golden needles.

It took more than ten seconds before the horizon gradually became clear.

I found that the cat-headed parrot was right. It really was a good day with blue sky and white clouds, sunny and gentle wind.

In fact, Meng Chao had never seen such a clear, blue sky like a gem dome in Longcheng.

Even half a year ago, when the tide of beasts was completely smashed and most of the mist that enveloped the Dragon City was dispersed, a faint haze was still floating in the sky, as if a bleak filter had been inserted.

The world here seems to be ten times brighter and fuller than Dragon City.

Every fluffy cloud is full as if milk is going to flow down.

The sun is more like knocking over the golden yellow dye tank, and the golden paint flows from the sky to the ground, much more brilliant than the big and red sun in Longcheng.

Under such a splendid sky, everything he could see, made Meng Chao stunned again.

He spoke an exclamation with dirty words and couldn't believe his eyes.