The sky was gloomy, as always.
The streets were empty and silent, and even the sound of newspapers being picked up by the wind was jarring.
The sound of footsteps came from far away, and a thin figure appeared there.
The person who came was dressed in rags and had unkempt hair. He seemed to be a beggar. The beggar stopped, looked behind him first, and then carefully looked around. After a long time, he continued to go to the village.
Turning into the street and alley, the beggar just asked to observe his surroundings when he heard a "squeak" sound coming from ahead. The beggar suddenly turned pale with fear and ran out of the alley without looking back.
The beggar patted his chest and gasped, his eyes still rolling around. After calming down for a moment, he turned to look at the alley with a thoughtful expression on his face. As if he noticed nothing unusual, the beggar boldly poked his head into the alley. Looking up, he saw a broken window being swayed by the wind and making "squeaking" sounds from time to time.
The beggar breathed a long sigh of relief, cursed something under his breath, and walked back to the alley.
Entering it, the beggar finally saw clearly the environment in the alley.
There are abandoned bungalows on both sides of the alley, some of which have completely collapsed. It is not an exaggeration to say they are in ruins. His eyes passed over the houses on both sides, and then towards the front of the alley, he saw a very strange scene.
The road leading from the alley to the east, as well as the surrounding houses, were suddenly hidden behind a thick fog.
The mist was very strange. It was neither pure red nor khaki, but an indescribable color.
The mist floated slowly, but never spread, just like a wall of mist, isolating it from the world on the other side of the wall.
If someone looks carefully at the fog wall, they will find some vague Yongxuan floating in it. Although it is unclear whether it is what it is, the fleeting image of Yongxuan can always make people think of a terrifying thing.
There was no doubt that the alley was not a nice place.
However, the beggar looked at all that and nodded. He carefully kept a distance from the wall of fog, but his expression was much more relaxed than before. As the beggar walked, he muttered to himself, "MD, it's so hard to find a place to sleep. Just let those lunatics make trouble, no matter how brave they are, they will dare to come there."
Having said that, the beggar glanced at the fog wall, with a look of pride on his face.
Just as he was about to look away, the beggar caught a glimpse of Yongxuan flashing through the wall of fog, and immediately jumped up in fright. He closed his eyes tightly, took two trembling steps back, and kept saying, "Mei Qing System! Mei Qing System! Those edge ghosts will not cross the fog wall! Is it safe there!"
After repeating this for a long time, the beggar finally became quiet and slowly opened his eyes.
That time, he no longer dared to look at the fog wall, instead he looked around for a suitable place to sleep. Turning around, the beggar saw a dilapidated house with a vague appearance of a bed inside. The bed was covered with something dark, like a mattress. The beggar smiled as if he had seen a treasure, and said, "Tomorrow will be good at last." Then he walked towards the broken house.
But after walking a few steps, the beggar suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the sky.
It was like the sound of tearing cloth, or some kind of explosion, which was continuous, from far to near.
The beggar had never heard that kind of sound, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky.
"Is that... a meteor?"
Looking at the light spots trailing long tails in the dim sky, the beggar's tone was full of confusion.
For some reasons, it is impossible for meteors to appear in that world. Could it be that he saw it now.
Moreover, there is not just one meteor in the sky, but... many!
What does that mean
The beggar's eyes widened, and countless thoughts came to his mind.
Could it be said that that world... is no longer closed? Can they finally leave
No! No! That wall of fog is there!
But how to explain the meteor
etc! He seemed to have heard someone say that a meteor appeared more than a month ago!
The fact is, it is not a shooting star, but an outsider.
That person was later...
Not bad! That's just a shooting star, can those in front of me... Could it be said that those... are outsiders!
In the end what happened
Just when the beggar was puzzled, he suddenly saw a green light appear out of thin air, shooting at the first two parallel meteors like bullets.
Green lightning cut through the sky, and the beggar felt that his eyes were covered by the green light, and a tingling sensation spread from his eyes to the depths of his consciousness.
The beggar screamed in pain and fell to his knees.
At that time, the explosion of thunder came from the sky.
The beggar covered his tearful eyes and cursed himself for doing so much to look at the sky. While he was cursing like that, when his eyes recovered a little, he couldn't help but look towards the sky.
The beggar screamed in shock at the sight.
Because he saw a meteor flying towards his direction. Suddenly, the meteor became bigger and bigger, and the beggar could vaguely see the figure of a person among them.
Before he could see clearly, there was a sudden sound of piercing the sky, and the meteor fell right in front of the beggar's eyes, hitting the shabby house he had chosen.
The shabby house collapsed suddenly. The beggar was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he cursed, "Damn it," and ran towards the shabby house.
Entering it, dust filled the air. The beggar could not help but see that the outside of the house was in a mess. The bed and bedding had been smashed to pieces, but there was a person lying there.
"It seems... that meteor is really an outsider!" The beggar nodded and cautiously approached the man.
The dust gradually settled, and the appearance of the outsiders became clearer. The man was about 20 years old, with a medium build, short hair, and quite handsome. His eyes were closed, and he didn't know whether he was dead or unconscious. The most eye-catching thing about him is the ring on his right index finger. When the beggar first came in, he clearly saw a flash of light in the ring. The beggar was sure that it was not an illusion. Although the light only appeared for a moment, it left a deep impression on him. Is it a kind of very clear light that is difficult to describe? The color is as difficult to describe as the fog wall, but it is completely different. The fog wall gives people the feeling that it is very muddy and blurry, but the light is refreshingly clear. That was not something that could appear in an illusion, so the beggar was very sure whether the ring really glowed just now.
"What kind of ring is it?"
The beggar murmured to himself, approaching the ring as if possessed. That kind of clear light gave him a feeling he had never experienced before, and he suddenly felt an urge to make it his own.
"Maybe, he can..."
The beggar looked carefully at the stranger's face. His eyes were still closed, but his chest was rising and falling slowly, and he had obviously fainted.
"While it's now..."
After confirming that the wrong party was awake, the beggar finally stretched out his leg towards the ring.
But he had only stretched his legs halfway when the beggar suddenly felt pain in his legs and wrists. When he came back to his senses, he realized that his leg had been grabbed by the wrong party.
"What? Could it be that he..."
Looking up again, the outsider was staring at him.