“131...” Luo Dun read out the room number.

As an Awakened who had explored deep into the "Mind Corridor," he had enough confidence in his own strength, but that didn't mean he would enter a new room recklessly and without worry.

This could belong to a strong individual from a "New World," or it could be a dream of a Year Star!

And even Awakened ones at Luo Dun's level, if the price was strange, the psychological shadow was broad, and it was bizarre, could still give him a hard time if he made contact rashly.

Luo Dun touched his increasingly deep nasolabial folds, adjusted his mindset, reached out his right palm, twisted the brass handle, and opened the door to "131."

This time, he didn't plan to go deep, preparing to observe on the edge of the dream or psychological shadow, understand the situation, and withdraw at any time.

Following the open vermilion door, Luo Dun took two steps forward.

The scene before him changed accordingly.

A corridor extended to the end of his line of sight, painted pure white above and on both sides, and the pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air.

"Hospital?" Luo Dun guessed based on his experience and knowledge.

This raised his level of alert again.

--Hospitals in reality were already places he didn't like to go, and hospitals in some shadows within the "Mind Corridor" were even more terrifying.

Luo Dun tentatively took another step forward.

At this moment, the rooms on both sides opened in unison, and a person draped in a white sheet stood at each door.

Their whole bodies were covered by white sheets, and even their faces were hidden in the shadows cast by the "cloak," dark and nightmare-like.

These people rushed out of the rooms and towards Luo Dun.

Luo Dun didn't panic and "hmph"-ed.

As soon as his voice fell, the weirdos draped in white sheets all fell to the ground, seemingly having lost their lives instantly.

Luo Dun didn't rush in, stopping in place to observe these people, to see if there would be any other changes later.

Suddenly, he felt like he had no strength.

His heart beat faster, his forehead became hot quickly, his breathing was no longer smooth, and one nostril was blocked and scalding.

"Sick? The essence of this psychological shadow is fear of getting sick?" Luo Dun, with his rich experience, suddenly realized.

This was a relatively common type of psychological shadow, and Luo Dun had experienced it in several rooms before.

If that was all, he didn't think this psychological shadow was a big problem. After preparing when he got back, he could try it three or four more times, and he should be able to find a suitable and effective solution.

At this moment, a series of voices rang in Luo Dun's ears, who had become somewhat weak due to illness:

"You are sick."

"You are infected!"

"You must be quarantined for treatment."

"Come and get a shot."

"We have prepared stretchers and disinfectant."

"..."

Luo Dun looked in the direction of the sound and saw doctors and nurses in white coats涌涌涌 in from the end of the corridor.

Some of them were carrying stretchers, some were holding syringes, and some were carrying bandages, all with the same faces.

Yes, although these doctors and nurses were wearing masks, making it difficult for Luo Dun to see what they looked like, he intuitively recognized that they were essentially the same.

Then, he discovered that the stretchers being carried, the syringes being held, and the bandages being carried all had eyebrows and eyes that resembled the doctors and nurses.

Bright and piercing.

"Don't run away!"

"Get treatment quickly."

"A shot will do."

"..."

The noisy voices echoed in Luo Dun's mind, causing his temples to throb and his head to spin, making him feel like he was about to faint.

Just as he was about to try to deal with these monsters, his arm suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Luo Dun turned his head in panic and found that he had been given a shot in his right arm.

The one giving him the shot was the wall, the wall of the corridor!

The wall also grew eyebrows and eyes similar to those of the doctors and nurses!

"Okay, you've been anesthetized," the wall said.

Luo Dun suddenly felt an irresistible drowsiness surging up.

Knowing that things were bad, he quickly took two steps back and fell backwards.

With a thud, Luo Dun fell out of the "131" room.

He instantly became awake, no longer affected by the anesthesia, and no longer felt sick.

Luo Dun silently got up, looked at the "131" room in front of him, and after a long while, muttered to himself:

"Very dangerous..."

...

Inside the No. 1 Marsh Ruins, near noon, Shang Jianyao woke up.

"After lunch, we will leave here and go to the hydropower station, and then look for Linhe Village along the river," Jiang Baimian informed him of the next arrangement.

Shang Jianyao nodded:

"How long have you been awake?"

The two of them went to sleep around dawn, after being on night watch.

"Not long," Jiang Baimian replied energetically. "Mainly, my biological clock hasn't adjusted yet, so I didn't sleep soundly enough."

Shang Jianyao "Oh"-ed and looked at Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, who were busily preparing lunch:

"I'll go relieve myself first.

"Since I have nothing to do later anyway, I'll take a stroll in the 'Mind Corridor' to see if there are any changes in 'Zhuang Sheng's' room, see what '506' is like during the day, and see if there are any doors to the 'New World' hidden in the surrounding rooms?"

Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and said:

"I don't know what we'll encounter next, there's no need to create complications in exploring the 'Mind Corridor'.

"Well, just take a look at any changes in 'Zhuang Sheng's' room."

"Okay." Shang Jianyao wasn't so insistent.

After a while, he returned to the living room, sat cross-legged on the ground, leaned against the railing next to the French window, pinched his temples, and entered a deep sleep.

Inside the "Mind Corridor," Shang Jianyao once again pushed open the vermilion door of room "102."

He took a step inside, and a deep blue, almost black sea appeared before him.

The sea was boundless, and the sky was extraordinarily dark.

At this moment, the darkness moved, "shifting" a distance to the distance.

It turned out to be a huge bird blocking the sky!

"Boring." Shang Jianyao had seen similar scenes too many times and was already aesthetically fatigued, so his expression was indifferent and unmoved.

He then exited room "102."

...

In the afternoon, the "Old Task Force" drove away from the No. 1 Marsh Ruins, which was the Old World's Dajiang City, along the road they had come.

Immediately afterwards, they searched around the city ruins for the rushing river.

This took Jiang Baimian and the others a full two hours. Finally, a river that was still wide even in winter appeared before them.

In the farther distance, where the mountains夹流, a hydropower station stood majestically.

"Search downstream first," Jiang Baimian ordered.

Long Yuehong, who was responsible for driving, "Mm"-ed.

After a few seconds, he, who had been silent before, asked in a self-talking manner:

"Why did the company hide the fact that the No. 1 Marsh Ruins is Dajiang City?

"It's impossible to hide this. We can ask any Ruins Hunter who has been here and get the answer."

The implication was that the company shouldn't be deliberately hiding it from them, but that the authority settings had a problem.

"Maybe they didn't want us to know too early that the last Buddhist Holy Land is here?" Bai Chen guessed tentatively.

"But we'll know sooner or later," the honest Shang Jianyao said truthfully.

Jiang Baimian guessed thoughtfully:

"Playing for time?

"It's been more than two years since the No. 1 Marsh Ruins was discovered until today. If the company really wants to play for time, it's enough time to do anything..."

The four members of the "Old Task Force" were completely puzzled by the anomaly of "Pangu Biology" in this matter.

Even with the condition that the big boss was the Year Star "Siming" and treated the people in the company as livestock raised in captivity, they couldn't get a reasonable explanation.

With such doubts, as it was getting dark, the "Old Task Force" discovered a village.

The village's architectural style was ancient, located at a river bend, hidden in the afterglow, but because of its location, the "Old Task Force" couldn't see whether there was an old locust tree at the other side of the village entrance.

"Is this it?" Jiang Baimian asked Shang Jianyao.

Shang Jianyao, in the back row on the right, stuck his head out of the car window and looked carefully for a few seconds:

"Possibly, maybe, probably, in short, it looks quite similar."

"Very rigorous," Jiang Baimian gritted her teeth.

She turned to Bai Chen and said:

"Don't rush into the village, go around to the other side first."

Anyway, the focus was on that old locust tree.

Bai Chen, who was taking turns driving, nodded and drove the vehicle through the wilderness outside the village.

At this time, there was still some white snow, forcing the tires to make creaking sounds.

"Speaking of old locust trees, I remembered a ghost story," Shang Jianyao suddenly leaned forward and said to Long Yuehong in the passenger seat.

"Stop!" Jiang Baimian interrupted him.

Shang Jianyao followed suit and closed his mouth.

Before long, they arrived at the village entrance via a road without a road.

A huge locust tree stood there, swaying its gray-brown, bare branches decorated with a little bit of white snow in the wind.

"It's bald," Shang Jianyao pointed out.

"It's winter," Jiang Baimian rolled her eyes at this guy. "Is this the one you saw in 'Zhuang Sheng's' psychological shadow?"

"Very similar, but it doesn't have any leaves," Shang Jianyao didn't dare to "confirm."

Jiang Baimian breathed a sigh of relief and said to Bai Chen and Long Yuehong:

"Park the car.

"This should be it."

The last Buddhist Holy Land.