Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 462 [Tree Heart] 31

After finishing his emotional speech, the other party did not speak again. Like before, he sank deep into the banyan tree and refused to talk to Feng Lan anymore, as if he had made up his mind.

Feng Lan was not surprised that the banyan tree spirit revealed her identity in one sentence and even knew the purpose of the game sending her. She even guessed it from the banyan tree spirit's reaction.

She was not the first player to enter this dungeon. To be more precise, she was not the first player to enter the dungeon and change the banyan tree spirit's mind.

However, this copy is indeed refreshed in the copy column for the first time, so the difficulty of this copy should be accumulated little by little.

Players kept dying in the front and couldn't get through, just like the loop dungeon, accumulating little by little from low-level dungeons to the current A-level dungeon. This kind of dungeon that can be passed by 0 people is obviously higher than the normal game level. There is even no news because no one has passed it, and it is possible that it will be used as experience by the NPCs in the dungeon. At this rate, [Tree Heart] is probably also a reserve dungeon for hell, which is why it was placed in the dungeon column for S-level players in the survival game.

A-level players are not allowed to go even though they know the difficulty is high. After all, it is not easy to raise an A-level player. It requires a lot of experience and copies. Survival games do not treat players as pure consumables. In this case, they will naturally be placed in the more advanced player column based on data screening to reduce the risk index.

The banyan tree spirit only said one sentence, but gave a lot of information. Even with her excited emotions as evidence, Feng Lan could be sure that his previous guess was most likely closer to the original world line, otherwise the banyan tree spirit would not be so broken.

Feng Lan talked in his mind for a long time, but this time the banyan tree spirit didn't come out to respond. He didn't know whether it was really asleep or just peeking at the screen silently like before.

"..."

Well, he must have really fallen asleep.

Continuing to analyze the banyan tree spirit's words, from the banyan tree spirit's perspective, it seems to think that everything Feng Lan did before was deliberately intended to influence it, such as allowing the blackened villain to experience the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature.

Feng Lan combined the reaction of the banyan tree spirit and knew from his roots that the changes in Yucheng had caused the greatest shock to it, or to it, to it that had merged with Du Zhongzi's emotions.

Because in this world, on this timeline, Du Zhongzi didn't experience all of that, so only the banyan tree spirit who had experienced and felt it all understood those desperate and deadly experiences, for those who accepted the bad ending but witnessed the new happy ending -

It is a godsend.

The banyan tree spirit said, "No matter what, I will not accept all this." It was not so much talking to Feng Lan as it was talking to itself, warning itself that no matter what, it would not and could not accept all this.

People’s minds are fickle and their hearts are easily changed.

No one's heart will never change.

……

"Yoyo~"

"Da da da……"

This time, the clone Feng Lan was riding a small paper donkey transformed by Liuqi. Liuqi was riding on the neck of the paper donkey with a carrot hanging in front of it. A little spiritual energy was input into it. When Liuqi turned left, the paper donkey would go to the left along the spiritual energy. When he turned right, the paper donkey would go to the right with a "da da da" sound.

It’s so much fun! I can play with Liuqi for the whole morning!

After walking for two days, they came across a waterway. They cut some bamboo and wood from the roadside, made a raft, and the tree, the monkey, and the paper stood on the raft and floated down the river.

At this time, the paper donkey carefully stood in the center next to Liuqi. Occasionally, the river water splashed on the donkey's legs. The paper donkey cried "Yo Yo" anxiously, and then calmed down under Feng Lan's comfort.

Feng Lan didn't have a specific destination, he just went wherever he wanted.

All the way along the gradually widening river, winding around, from the green cliffs with the long cries of monkeys on both sides to the green mountains and the gradually wider water, there are more blue-tiled houses and wooden structures nestled against the mountains and rivers. They are all one- or two-story buildings with blue brick walls and wooden carved doors and windows, which fit in well with the mountains and rivers on the riverside.

They docked the raft at a place where the waves were calm. Feng Lan and Liu Qi were wearing slim shorts, bibs around their waists, and bamboo hats on their heads. They looked like two fishermen.

At this time, the houses along the river have changed from green bricks and green tiles to stilt bamboo houses.

There are many fishermen dressed like Feng Lan on the river. After the river becomes wide and the water level becomes calm, the long-lasting mountain songs echo among the cliffs.

"Hey—where are you from—"

There were trackers squatting and waiting at the beach, as well as fishermen mending their nets. When they saw the two strangers, someone shouted in a long tune.

"Tama City——"

Feng Lan replied and walked ashore pulling the paper donkey. Liu Qi had obviously never been here before. His bright eyes rolled around and he looked around. The style of this place was completely different from Yucheng.

"The houses here are all made of bamboo," Liu Qi squinted at the supporting bamboos, "They look so flimsy. What if they collapse?"

"That's a very lazy person who doesn't regularly repair the house, replace the bamboo, or check it, to encounter this!"

Liu Qi didn't expect anyone to answer him. This was the first time he had seen someone so enthusiastic about talking to him.

"Oh, this kid is quite attractive, fair and clean, he's really well-raised!"

Obviously, Liuqi was mistaken for Fenglan's child, which made Liuqi feel very awkward. On the one hand, his human form did look younger than the banyan tree spirit, but his actual age was older. The banyan tree spirit was only over a hundred years old, while he was over two hundred years old!

Walking up along the muddy mudflat, you will come to a path trampled by people passing by, which is paved with a layer of gravel. After a while, the gravel path turns into an asphalt road. There is a faint smell of asphalt, which is obviously a new road.

Comparing it with the houses on the riverside, it is estimated that wealthy businessmen have come here, or to be more precise, wealthy businessmen have fled from the north.

After strolling for about ten minutes, Feng Lan saw the plaque on the city gate. Because it was built along the river, it was not a tall square city wall like Yucheng and Huicheng. It was just two stone pillars with a plaque of "Wancheng" hanging on them.

It is already June and the sun is scorching. This mountain town by the river is filled with porters and boatmen wearing cool shorts, fishermen mending their nets, all with tanned complexions. There are small stalls on the roadside selling mung bean soup, and people are melting in the heat.

After leaving the river and going ashore, Fenglan, as a tree, was cool, with a breeze around him. Liuqi was wilting from the heat, his little face flushed, and the paper donkey was also hot. If he got off and walked, the ground would also be hot.

"It's so hot here, much hotter than in the mountains!"

Feng Lan sympathetically gave Liu Qi a wisp of breeze, and the two of them walked into Wancheng, leading the paper donkey. The asphalt road was very wide, and could accommodate horse-drawn carriages, rickshaws, and cars. An asphalt road meandered along the river to the end, straight and straight. Next to the asphalt road were those narrow paths, some of which were bluestone slabs, going smoothly up all the way, and some were gravel roads mixed with yellow mud.

This city gave Feng Lan a brand new feeling. It was an old city, but it had been renovated. Many shops on both sides of the road were still under renovation, and some construction materials were piled on the doorsteps next to the shops.

Feng Lan and Liu Qi sat on bamboo stools beside the stall. They knew the situation without asking just by listening to other people's conversation.

"They say they're building a port, but why haven't they started yet?"

"They're just arguing, and there's a lot of fighting going on these days. There were fighter jets flying over there last month!"

"It will definitely be built. Otherwise, those masters and foreigners wouldn't build such a good road. They must have heard something. They are very smart!"