After entering the stairs, Bai Zhannian followed Chen Fan all the way down, and soon reached a new place.
Directly in front of Chen Fan were four sarcophagi, and the lamps erected in the four corners of the room lit up.
"Brother Chen Fan, I feel something is not right," Bai Zhannian said, shivering slightly as he looked at the eerie four sarcophagi.
"Whatever they are, just take them down," Chen Fan replied.
As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, a voice echoed from the sky.
"I didn't expect you to be able to break through to this point, and you even managed to pass through the heavy water waterfall. Such a capable junior, unlike some teams, where so many people died in the first round... Enjoy everything here!" The voice disappeared, and the surroundings fell into silence again.
"He's talking about the people from District Thirteen, isn't he..." Bai Zhannian said.
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be. After all, the Knights of the Dead, though few in number, are all elites. They wouldn't use so many people to express..." Chen Fan said after a moment's thought.
"But what does he mean by 'enjoy everything here'..." Chen Fan rested his chin on his hand, calmly observing everything...
"Not good, Mermaid Fat Lamp!!!" Bai Zhannian shouted.
"Mermaid Fat Lamp??" Chen Fan asked, confused, looking at the candles emitting a faint green glow on the wall, a faint fragrance wafting...
"Chen Tianjiao!!! Wake up quickly!!!"
Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes. The scene before him was not an ancient tomb, but a hospital.
The crying beside him, was it Chen Xing'er?
Chen Fan looked at the little girl weeping by the bedside.
Hearing Chen Fan's voice, the little girl raised her head, her eyes blank.
"Brother, you're finally awake!! You've been in a coma for several years!!!" Chen Xing'er wiped her tears and looked at Chen Fan with a wronged expression.
"No, it's not right," Chen Fan looked at Chen Xing'er by the bed, and countless images flashed through his mind. The brothers he had faced life and death with, those people, those events, were still etched in his memory.
Chen Fan immediately sat up and circulated his energy, but he felt no flow of true qi at all.
Chen Fan was very confused. What was going on? Why did he remember everything, even the gaunt old man he had killed, but the memory after going down the stairs was gone? What was happening? Chen Fan's mind was a muddle.
"Click..." The door opened at that moment.
"Chen Fan, right?" A doctor in a white coat entered the ward.
"Yes, it's me." Chen Fan looked at the doctor who entered.
"Your delusion is quite severe. Do you have certain feelings of having experienced things that don't exist now that you've woken up?" the doctor continued to ask.
"Yes, yes!! Brother started saying all sorts of things when he woke up, didn't he? And then he started meditating, muttering some incantations!!" Before Chen Fan could speak, Chen Xing'er interjected.
"Is it really a delusion?" Chen Fan sat on the bed, holding his head and looking at the bedsheet.
Chen Fan did not see the subtle, strange smiles that flashed across the doctor's and Chen Xing'er's faces.
Chen Fan suddenly sat up. The moment he flipped back the quilt, a surge of consciousness shot straight to his brain.
"Chen Fan... Chen Fan..."
"Who?..." Chen Fan heard the voice and raised his head, looking around, but besides the doctor writing medical records and Chen Xing'er, he couldn't find anyone else.
"Brother, what's wrong??" Chen Xing'er looked up with her innocent, large eyes, staring at Chen Fan obediently.
"N-nothing... I'm just a bit disoriented..." Chen Fan said.
"Brother, you should rest well. I'll go buy you your favorite snacks." Chen Xing'er stood up and walked out.
"Xing'er, will you stay with your brother for a bit?" Chen Fan asked, looking at Chen Xing'er.
"Sorry, brother, I have to go buy you food!" Chen Xing'er turned her head and replied.
But the moment she turned back, she saw Chen Fan leap up and throw a punch directly at Chen Xing'er's face...
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Brother hit me!!!!" Struck by the heavy punch, Chen Xing'er recoiled, falling to the ground with a cry.
Looking at the living, breathing Chen Xing'er before him, and then at his own fist, Chen Fan punched himself.
"Thump... It hurts... It's not an illusion..." Chen Fan nearly caved in his own nose with a punch.
Could everything he had experienced before be an illusion? Chen Fan looked at the sunlight streaming into the ward from the window sill.
After helping Chen Xing'er up, he was also subjected to a beating by her.
He walked out of the ward. The hospital was full of patients. He walked down the stairs step by step until he saw the bustling street. Everything was so real, so warm.
"Bai Zhannian..." "Grand Ancestor Kunlun..." "District Thirteen..." None of this could be false, yet why did it not exist?
Chen Fan was still pondering when that voice rang out again.
"Chen Fan... Chen Fan..."
A voice was instantly implanted in his mind.
"This is... this is Bai Zhannian's voice... Bai... Zhan... Nian..." Chen Fan knew the name, but it seemed so unfamiliar in this world.
It seemed Bai Zhannian did not exist.
Chen Fan looked towards the hospital rooftop and chose to walk up. If all of this didn't exist, then what was the point of living?
Su Yingxue, I'm sorry, I don't think I can save you.
Chen Fan, who had already walked to the edge of the rooftop, pondered everything. Perhaps this was also a story.
"No, Brother Chen Fan... Don't jump!!!"
A consciousness appeared in his mind again.
Chen Fan closed his eyes, ignoring the voice in his mind. The moment his left foot stepped forward.
"Roar~~~~!!!" A thunderous dragon roar echoed through the heavens.
As the dragon's roar subsided.
All the scenes before Chen Fan's eyes suddenly shifted.