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Yu Feichen looked up at the sky, wondering if it was an illusion, the giant screen seemed a little higher than in the morning. The circular "wellhead" that could cast the sky light seemed to have shrunk.

What exactly does this mean?

He informed his companions about this phenomenon, and the atmosphere in the team became more solemn.

But the more urgent question now is - how to get salt before dark?

Back at the temple, they scattered and asked about the monks and nuns.

The monks and nuns in this place were all wrapped in black robes with a strong religious atmosphere, and a black iron chain that was long enough to the waist hung around their necks. The nun wore a translucent veil as a distinction.

"Hello." Yu Feichen patted a nun with his back on the shoulder.

The nun slowly turned around and looked at him. Under her black robe, she looked pale and her black eyes seemed to be unable to reflect any light.

"Hello." A mechanical answer spit out of her mouth.

Yu Feichen was not surprised. During the morning inquiry, the monks and nuns were so indifferent and slow, as if they were lifeless dolls. It seemed as if King Shadi said, "NPC did not communicate with people."

"May I ask, do you know where there is salt?" he asked directly.

"Salt?" The nun of the black robe slowly repeated the term, and then repeated it again: "Salt?"

"Don't you know this kind of thing?"

The nun nodded and left.

Yu Feichen frowned slightly and turned to another nun not far away.

For some reason, as long as it is in a gendered world, most women—especially weak, beautiful or older—are often more willing to answer his questions than men. Similar men have subconscious hostility towards him, and Yu Feichen can only attribute it to the inexplicable victory and defeat of the male creatures.

This time, he did not ask "Do you know salt?" The answer of the last nun has proved that the term does not exist in this world.

"The salad tastes so light," he said to the nun, "do you know what can make it salty?"

Without "salt", there will always be "salt". At least his taste is normal.

The nun's eyes showed a slight confusion, and seemed to think for a while, then replied to him: "You can add some white pepper."

There is white pepper, so there is condiment.

But I don't know what salt is.

So there is really no salt in the kitchen of the temple.

In other words, the world may really be without salt.

Yu Feichen continued to ask: "So, do you know a kind of--"

The nun raised a pale finger in front of the veil and made a gesture of silence, and the voice plate said: "The nun talks too much to outsiders, which will undermine the holiness of the gods."

After saying that, she turned around and left like a ghost.

Yu Feichen turned to the next one.

"Do you know something like white, translucent, small gravel? It will melt when it encounters hot water."

"White..." The nun looked up at the bright sky. The sun stung her eyes. Her pupils instantly turned into the size of a needle tip, and her eyes were so empty that it was weird.

She tilted her head slightly, thinking: "Semi-transparent...sand...sand...sinking water..."

She seems to know something!

Yu Feichen looked at her without turning his eyes, waiting for her answer.

The nun opened his mouth again.

"Dong--"

A solemn bell suddenly sounded in the center of the temple.

The nun suddenly turned toward the other side.

"I have to leave." She said in a missionary tone: "The God of Light blesses those who question will be answered."

Then, the black figure climbed up the steps and headed towards the center of the temple.

The bell continued to ring, and countless monks and nuns' black figures walked out from all corners of the temple one after another and gathered towards the center - like a colony of ants before the storm came.

There was nothing to be found, Yu Feichen went to an empty courtyard on the right as agreed, which was the meeting point they had agreed to.

He thought he had gone back fast enough, but unexpectedly, there was already a person sitting on the crystal bench in the empty courtyard.

It's the Pope.

In the sun, the silver hair ends scattered with shimmer, which finally added a bit of vitality to this person.

Yu Feichen walked to the bench.

"Have you noticed it?" Ludwig's voice was still light and calm. But if you listen carefully, although the sound was cold, it had a hint of vague nasal sound, so it would not be a long way to stop people from thousands of miles away.

"The nuns don't know salt. They use pepper as condiments." He said.

After saying that, he asked again: "Where are you?"

"The temple doesn't seem to like me." The pope said: "No monks or nuns answer my questions."

It seems that Ludwig had more rejection than he did.

But Yu Feichen quickly understood the other meaning of the Pope.

"You mean, the Pope doesn't rule the temple?"

Ludwig nodded slightly.

"The temple believes in a god called the 'God of Light'," he said.

The pope thoughtfully and said, "Are there any other discoveries?"

Yu Feichen was condescending, faintly swelling Ludwig's side face, and His Majesty's eyelashes slightly lowered in the sunlight.

The sun is very bright, but he is not in that mood.

——That feeling comes again.

The feeling of being asked, the feeling of being used as a tool.

If the companions ask each other and exchange information, they will not have any opinions at all. But in the same situation, if the object is replaced by Ludwig, they will have an inability to win or lose from where they come from.

Not only do you want to overwhelm this person at all times, but you also have to exchange information in an equivalent manner. If he wants him to do something or get something from him, he must pay the corresponding reward.

Perhaps, it was just because... I felt that His Majesty's attitude of being calm and under control no matter what happened, it was not very pleasant.

Out of this strange mind, he did not answer Ludwig's question. Instead, he asked: "What would happen if there was no salt in this world at all, or if there was no such thing as 'Crying Lizard Heart'?"

From the beginning of entering this world, he has always had a question. According to the gatekeeper, there are many unbreakable chaotic rules in the fragmented world. It replenishes its strength by devouring outsiders and maintains its own stability.

So, will the fragmented world give them an unsolvable task from the beginning in order to devour life as much as possible?

Ludwig looked up slightly and looked at him. He seemed to have fully understood what he meant.

"The road may be narrow or tortuous. But in theory there is no world that cannot be escaped."

--"Why?"

"Since you've come here, you already know the truth about these worlds."

——"Shatter."

"It uses its own rules to kill the visitor, but the rules must be self-consistent, otherwise it will make the world itself more chaotic. Therefore, there must be a way out."

Ludwig's explanation was almost done, but Yu Feichen understood it completely - this was much clearer than the gatekeeper's long-term narrative.

The power of the fragmented world is in chaos and is on the verge of collapse, so we must hunt outsiders and stabilize ourselves.

But it is a world of its own, not a monster that can move freely, so it can only kill people by setting various untouchable rules.

However, the rules of a world must be reasoned, otherwise it will only aggravate the collapse and demise of this world - just like the Black Chapter Army who killed the Korosha people indiscriminately in the last world, the cruelty and greed that breaks away from the bottom line cannot consolidate the rule, but only accelerate its death.

Therefore, even if the road to life is slim, it must exist - in theory.

As for whether it exists in reality or not, it depends on the ability of outsiders.

He still looked at Ludwig.

"Have you experienced many times... these worlds?"

“More than you.”

Invalid answer.

He looked at the tear mole under Ludwig's right eye and asked lightly: "Will two unconnected people meet in another world after they are separated?"

Ludwig also replied lightly: "Maybe there is a coincidence."

Maybe it's really a coincidence.

But the tone of your speech was exactly the same as that of Chief Anfield.

Everyone is smart, and they usually speak in a little while. Why does this tear mole clearly emphasize that "Luther is Anphie", but you still act unfamiliar with me? You even did not even admit your former identity.

It's like a criminal suspect who is obviously arrested and imprisoned but is still stubborn because of lack of key evidence.
To be continued...