A layer of illusion floats beneath the clouds. It is thin and transparent, allowing sunlight and cloud shadows to pass through without any obstruction, and are projected onto the continuous mountains below. Except for Luo Binhan's eyes, there is no detail on the ground that can prove the existence of this sky mirror.
The raft climbed up precariously, as if being pushed up by the rising tide. When Joel Fineman tried to paddle, the raft swayed and turned in a very realistic way, confusing everyone sitting on it.
"Stop, stop." Luo Binhan said while holding the raft, "Can we change the driver?"
Joel Farman regretfully handed over the wooden paddle. Her replacement is Yaleriga. Now the raft became much more stable, and they were finally able to take stock of the situation. The scene above them was getting closer and closer. It was a narrow strip as long as the Milky Way, with the edge only a dozen meters away from them. They can move straight forward to the more distant outer space, or they can deviate slightly and paddle into the strange mirror image.
Yaleriga chose the latter. She adjusted the direction of the oar skillfully, and the entire ship floated towards the illusion. When they got closer to an arm's length, the clear sky suddenly darkened, and the field of vision became foggy, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
Then they were sucked up by some kind of vortex and sent across the icy liquid surface. The canoe shook violently several times, causing a sound of water.
Luo Binhan's vision recovered. He looked around and saw that they were on a lake. The lake surface was covered with fallen leaves and duckweeds, and the vast water mist was thick, shrouding the woods around the lake shore.
The air was a little damp and cold, as if it had just rained, and the sky was filled with clouds, dark and dull. All these details were different from before. However, when Luo Binhan carefully looked at the surrounding mountains, he realized that they did not seem to have run very far - he could still find the huge mountain range that stretched from east to west and the highest peaks. It still maintains its general shape, but the hilltop that allows the canoe to rise is missing.
Luo Binhan looked around confused for a while, and then asked: "Did we travel through time or space?"
He was pleased to see that both Marin and Frosttail were shaking their heads, confused with him. Only Yaleriga looked around and said, "We have passed through a very nearby star layer."
"How do you know it's so close?"
"The lines of history are similar," Yaleriga said. "The closer the star layers are, the more synchronized their histories are. Once differences appear, they will gradually become farther apart."
"This is the first time I've heard of this." Luo Binhan said with a shrug. He took out the four-image instrument he had just used last night from his pocket, opened it and read the values on it: 5, 22, 13, -15.
"Uh." Luo Binhan stared at the last value, "Are you sure your reasoning just now is correct?"
Yaleriga also saw the reading on the watch. She seemed unable to provide a perfect answer immediately, so she said: "The data presented by the four-dimensional instrument is incomplete."
"You mean this thing can go wrong?"
"No." Yaleriga said, "But the fitting lines of these four indicators on continuous star layers cannot perfectly match their proximity. Sometimes star layers with similar values will actually behave very differently."
Luo Binhan didn't quite understand what she meant, but he knew that the pocket watch in his hand was very good anyway. He closed the dial and put it back into his pocket.
They paddled the raft and swam to the shore, and then began to look around at this familiar yet unfamiliar world. Luo Binhan was a little worried about how they would go back, but the others seemed quite relieved. They told Luo Binhan that such long-term tunneling points are generally bidirectional, but the method may need to be studied.
No one was eager to study the retreat route, and Frosttail soon discovered the tracks of the wildlings on the shore. They were all full of curiosity about those primitive people, so Shuangwei happily threw all his coat and underwear to Luo Binhan and turned into a silver wolf to sniff around.
It quickly locked its direction and led everyone deep into the dense old forest. The recent rain made it a little difficult, and it had to wander in place for a while to determine the correct path.
Luo Binhan took advantage of this moment to look around and observe how the plants in the forest were different from the previous world. He felt that the tall and dense trees were very similar, but there were fewer shrubs and wild fruits. That might just be because of the seasonal difference.
They walked for about two or three hours, and gradually the excitement at the beginning turned into boredom. At first, Luo Binhan was worried that there was some kind of unpredictable crisis hidden in this strange world. However, when he saw the baby dragon sleeping with his belly up in Momolo's arms, the remaining worries disappeared immediately.
In the end, they completely lost the clues of the savages beside a wide river. Frosttail lingered on the shore, and after several rounds, he finally gave up, squatted down and licked his paws. Joel Fineman suggested that Momolo transform the prototype and see if there are any clues from a height.
"At least we can see what's at the end of the woods before dark," she said. "It looks very primitive here. Maybe there will be dinosaurs?"
Luo Binhan was surprised that she knew about dinosaurs, but he really thought her proposal was good. So Momolo ran away a little by himself, changed back to his original form, and lifted everyone up with his palms.
Beyond the dense and towering tree canopy, their view immediately became much clearer. Luo Binhan looked far into the distance and saw mountain ridges, roads, and a five-story suspected concrete building dozens of kilometers away.
"Uh," Luo Binhan said, "Old Mo, you squat down a little and hide your body."
Momolo bent down and sat down in cooperation, even lowering his head and burying it in the tree waves as if practicing holding his breath. He only held the palms of the others above the forest sea, so that they could continue to observe the distant scene. The building was too far away, and Luo Binhan's current eyesight was still not good enough, so he took out his seven-color telescope and looked at the building.
He was surprised to find that it was indeed a modern-style reinforced concrete building. The glass windows are clean and bright, revealing a room covered with tiles inside. The surface of the building is painted with eye-catching red paint, and there is a metal sign high up: a tree burning with flames, with a red cross on the tree.
Based on Luo Binhan's experience, he could only draw one conclusion: that was probably a fire prevention station.
He stared at the building for a while, then moved the telescope, trying to find traces of living people around the building. At this time, Joel Farman patted him, pointed to a forest far away from the building and said, "Is that the savage we are looking for?"
Luo Binhan moved the lens over. He saw a group of dark-skinned savages with leaves around their waists happily walking on the mountain road. Several of them were dragging a net made of tree vines.
There were three or four living people in mountaineering jackets lying in the net.
"Fuck." Luo Binhan said, "Primitive man's counterattack?"
He was fascinated by the scene and couldn't help but take out the berries he had picked from his pocket. While eating, he continued to follow the movements of the savages with his telescope. Joel Farman also stole a fruit from his pocket and commented while eating: "They have a very good physique."
Luo Binhan also agreed with her point of view. Although these savages have rough skin, thick flesh, and dirty appearance, they are all over 1.8 meters tall, have thick and long arms and legs, and strong muscles, which makes people think that their food source must be quite sufficient.
This strong and masculine perfect figure also makes their singing and dancing more ornamental, attracting everyone to stare at them, watching them sing, watching them dance, watching them stop in an open space to raise a bonfire and set up a barbecue. He tied a few living people to the stand, and then sharpened a stone knife as long as his arm.
Luo Binhan squirted out the berry juice in his mouth. He quickly wiped the face of the young dragon on his lap, and then scratched Momolo's palm.
"Old Mo, don't bow your head and think about it! It's time for you to earn performance!"
Momolo raised his head and asked gently: "What's wrong, Mr. Luo? Are the residents over there in trouble?"
"The residents over there are getting ready!" Luo Binhan urged, "Hurry up, Old Mo, a new storm has emerged, how can you still stand still? The organization has decided that today is your debut on this planet The first episode of!
