48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng was prepared well before lighting the cigar. With his current strength, he basically did not need to worry about similar tests, and according to the bartender lady, the original owner of the prop should have been dead for some time, leaving little power left.

While this is to suggest that Zhang Heng may not have too many possibilities, it does not mean that he will not be too dangerous on this trip. After all, he even ganked the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and it is unlikely that an ancient god in the district, already submerged in history, would cause him too much trouble.

And when the smoke dissipated, Zhang Heng's eyes appeared in front of a shady and corrupt scene, which can be compared to the prefix of the shadow series, but when Zhang Heng clearly looked at the building in front of him, he stood there.

Because this is exactly the beachfront town he visited in his sleep in a heterogeneous copy not so long ago.

Zhang Heng's first reaction was that what happened to him after that was that the shadow series of props were haunting him, but when he calmed down, he found it unlikely that such speculation would occur. At the time of the interracial copy, the last prop [Shadow Foot] had not been obtained, and the shadow cover on him was only [Shadow Spoon].

It's hard to believe an E-quality game prop in the area can make so many moths.

And strictly speaking, his physical abnormality really began to occur, and it also dates back to when he was dealing with the [death dream] problem, when he was unknowingly touched by the plague, when the situation was very dangerous, and he was sent directly to the emergency room, but the doctor couldn't do anything about it.

His heart did stop beating for a short time, and Zhang Heng could even clearly feel the coming of death.

But he lost his memory for just a few seconds, and when he opened his eyes again, several plagues that even modern medicine couldn't help but disappear, his heart beating again, even more powerful than before.

Han Lu later told Zhang Heng that when she saw Director Chang, she felt a brief fear. She always thought that fear was brought on by Director Chang, but in fact, the time was just a few seconds before Zhang Heng lost his memory.

Especially after what happened on the roof, Zhang Heng also realized that the fear Han Lu felt might not come from the plague of one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but from him.

So maybe we can think about his current situation in a different way.

What is certain is that he has some secrets hidden from him, and the bartender lady said that the tobacco cube she has formulated originates from the Mayans and is used to communicate with the gods. Zhang Heng has removed the other props from his body, leaving only four shadow covers. In theory, when he inhales the tobacco gas, it is also the original owner of the four shadow covers who communicates with him.

But the truth is that the tobacco did not connect him to the original owner of the shadow cover, but rather appeared to have accidentally collided and helped him open a seal on his body, returning him to the strange dream he had not had much time to explore.

Zhang Heng did not know exactly what caused this accident. Maybe the power left by the original owner of the shadow cover was too weak compared to the secret on him. Maybe it was something on the roof after what happened to his body that could not be observed, or something else unknown. Anyway, the result was not too bad for him. After all, it was obviously higher than inheriting a small part of the power in the shadow cover to figure out the secret on him.

The former can be tried later, but the latter appeared without any pattern, and Zhang Heng also noticed that although he returned to this strange dream, this time the shadow cover on him was still there, and did not disappear with other props, so honestly, Zhang Heng was also a little confused as to whether he was in the shadow cover assessment or in the previous dream.

After only about half a minute to sort out his situation, Zhang Heng decided to settle down and continue what he had not done before - explore this shady and unknown town.

Because this place is probably related to his birth.

He walked down the street, and the air was filled with disgusting fishy smells, and a large number of long-overdue houses stood on either side of the street, some of which had even collapsed, all of which seemed to be fraught with ruin and decay.

But Zhang Heng noticed that, unlike the last time, there were significantly more people on the street this time.

Though there are fewer pathetic houses than there are here, at least not a single person can walk out a mile longer, yet it is difficult to say whether the presence of these residents has made things better or worse.

Although some residents do look just like ordinary people, it's only a very few and mostly young people, and older people are like some sort of unknown horror curse that makes them look incredibly deformed and ugly, just like the old man Zhang Heng met before, with strange narrow foreheads, flat noses, bumpy eyes, crusty skin and pleats, while giving people a slippery and sticky weird feeling, like monsters born after frogs and fish mate.

But their shady, scary face now has a rare smile, running out of all sorts of broken walls, wiping signs, busy sending the fish caught to the fish shop for processing, and even laying carpets on the ground, as if there were some kind of banquet at night.

Beyond that, from time to time, there are suspicious sounds coming from nearby, sealed, solid buildings, like what passes through wood floors or low sand and dull hisses.

Zhang Heng walked away and saw the Gothic Stone Church appearing in front of him. Its history was clearly longer than that of other buildings in the town. The thundering bells came out of it, telling the town that it was now 6: 00 p.m., and the sunset was about to sink into the sea, so the only light in the town was about to disappear.

Zhang Hengzheng was about to walk into the church to take a look, and suddenly there was a voice behind him, "It's late, why don't you find a place to stay first? ”

Zhang Heng turned his head and recognized that the person who spoke was the same old man he met when he first came. The latter came from the other side of the street. Despite his discomfort, trying to imitate the slowness and inconvenience of the elderly, Zhang Heng could still see at a glance that his body was much better than he showed.

“Do you know what's going on here?” Zhang Heng asked.

However, the old man did not answer his question, just repeating what he had said before, “It's late, why don't you find a place to stay first? ”