Men are inferior to women

The man shook his head: "This... is not a... place to talk, you will be found out, you... come with me."

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and entered the building from the bridge section.

Fang Zhou thought for a while, and followed closely behind.

The man was very familiar with the surrounding environment. He led the ark around and around, avoided many prowling monsters along the path, and came to the top attic of a tall building.

The attic was transformed into a cozy den with various iron furniture, and the ark can still see a bookshelf full of books.

But apart from these, there is no water and no food.

The man took off his cloak and face scarf, revealing his true face.

A middle-aged man of about 30 years old, with a thin build, pale skin, and an appearance of malnutrition.

When he took off the cloak, Fang Zhou immediately felt the breath of a living person from him, which should have been covered by the cloak just now.

At the same time, Fang Zhou also saw that his realm was the same as his own innate realm.

In fact, you can guess without looking at it. In this ghostly place where food is unlikely to be available, only the innate state of Bigu can survive.

The man sat directly on the chair, and said to Zhou Zhou: "Here...it's safe, what do you want to ask...just ask!"

Chapter 428 427. Safety First

Before coming, Ark had already prepared the questions he wanted to ask.

Seeing him so straightforward, Fang Zhou was not polite: "Who are you? What exactly is this place?"

The man thought for a while before replying: "I...forgot my name, you can...call me Night Mouse, that's the name I gave myself."

"Night mouse?"

Fang Zhou was surprised, would someone give himself such a name?

Yeshu showed a self-deprecating smile: "I'm like a... a mouse that lives in a dark corner. It only dares to go out at night, so... this name is still very appropriate."

Fang Zhou asked curiously, "Why do you forget about your own affairs?"

Ye Shu shook his head with a solemn expression: "This place is called the Mountain of Black Soul, it will absorb the memory of all living things, and after living here for a long time, it will gradually lose its past and become a walking dead without memory .”

Is there such a thing?

Fang Zhou frowned slightly: "Then what exactly is this place?"

Yeshu looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and said in a low voice, "This... is a world that has withered and is gradually dying."

With more conversations, Yeshu's ability to speak gradually recovered, becoming smoother and smoother, until it was no different from normal people in the end.

He has lived in the Black Soul Mountain for too long, and a large amount of memory has been sucked away. He has completely forgotten his identity, and only remembers that he is from outside.

But Yeshu knows a lot about the affairs of this world.

Fang Zhou learned from Yeshu that this is a world completely different from the world of cultivating immortals, with slightly different races and developed a different civilization from the world of cultivating immortals.

But this world was finally destroyed, and the reason for the destruction is unknown. The last civilization remains only the Mountain of Black Soul, and the human beings in this world have long since died.

This is almost the same as what Fang Zhou guessed before, so he was not too surprised. Instead, he was very surprised by Yeshu's attitude: "You don't seem surprised when you see me?"

His attitude is too calm. It stands to reason that after living alone in this ghostly place for so long, he should be very excited to see a fellow villager suddenly.

And not only did he have the title of macho leader, but he also had 12 points of male reputation. Why didn't he react at all when he saw him? Could it be because he couldn't see his face?

A stiff smile appeared on Yeshu's face: "People come in this place every once in a while. I've seen quite a few. You're not the first, and you probably won't be the last."

"What about those people?"

"Some managed to leave, and some died here."

Fang Zhou raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "Then why didn't you leave with others?"

Yeshu looked up to the direction of the top of the Black Soul Mountain, and said in a low voice, "I left something on it, and I won't leave until I get it back."

Fang Zhou didn't ask what the night mouse dropped, but judged in his heart whether what he said was true or false.

He really wanted to have a soul conversation with the night mouse, but he was afraid of revealing his secret, so he gave up.

Yeshu was silent for a while, and then cheered up and said to Zhou Zhou: "What are you going to do in this place, maybe I can help you, leave as soon as possible after you finish, or you will become a mouse like me .”

Fang Zhou is still not sure whether Yeshu can be trusted, but after hesitating for a while, he decides to tell Yeshu about the target.

After all, this ghostly place is too big, and there are no living people. I am afraid that Fang Zhou will not be able to find the black broken sword for a month.

No matter whether Night Rat can be trusted or not, as long as he can give a little clue, he will earn money, which is better than him wandering around like a headless chicken.

"The broken sword that killed the King of Black Soul?"

After listening to Ark's words, Yeshu fell into deep thought: "Could it be the sword of Hipper, the blazing holy sword, that cuts through darkness and brings light and hope?"

Seeing Fang Zhou's constipated expression, Ye Shu couldn't help laughing: "It's very straightforward and weird, isn't it? This is how the world is named."

"No, I can accept this setting."

Fang Zhou said strangely: "But what I'm looking for is a black broken sword, it's black, you can't make a mistake, right?"

Yeshu shook his head: "There is no mistake, killing the king of black souls, the black broken sword, this is the only sword that fits the description."

After a pause, he continued: "The King of Black Soul is the ruler of Black Soul Mountain. The last ruler was killed by a sword called Blazing Holy Sword, and the holy sword was broken and polluted into black. .”

"That's it, do you know where it is?"

"It should be in the Cathedral of the Deep. I saw it once when I passed by there a few years ago."

Yeshu stood up from the chair, walked to the bookshelf, carefully pulled out a map, and spread it out on the table.

"This is the map I drew when I was free, you can take a look."

Fang Zhou walked over and looked down, and immediately showed an expression of "you're fucking kidding me".

I saw a lot of messy lines drawn on the map, it looked like a little friend picked up a pen to scribble casually, no one would think that this thing was a map.

Yeshu showed a stiff smile: "You can't fly up in the air, and you will be spotted by those eyes, so there may be some errors, but overall it is correct."

He stretched out his finger to point out to Fang Zhou, and it took a while for Fang Zhou to figure out how this "map" should look.

"We are here, the Youshen Cathedral is here."

Yeshu pointed out two locations on the map, which are located on the right side and in the middle: "It only takes half a day to take a shortcut, but it is a bit dangerous. There are many monsters that are not easy to mess with on the road. It is safer if you take the path, but it will take a day." time."