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The snowflakes that stuck to him quickly melted into droplets.

Although he had long understood the impermanence of dreams, this scene still shocked him.

Roland walked to the window of the utility room, and looked out, the outer wall was flat, and there was no shadow of the door at all, and there was no trace of repair.

In other words, when the apartment building was "built", the doors were also embedded in the walls, rather than being installed later.

So...... Is it only room 0825 that has such an iron gate, or is it the case for every resident?

If the other rooms also had doors to the other dimensions, what would they look like?

The idea excited Roland.

He returned to the bedroom, rummaged through the closet and found a set of winter clothes to put on, the shriveled down jacket showed that the hair was seriously lost, and the woolen scarf was even more forked, but he had no better choice at this time.

After putting on these warm clothes in the middle of summer, Roland suddenly felt like he was surrounded by a stove, sweat kept pouring out, and the temperature in his body skyrocketed.

When he came to the iron gate again, he kicked off his flip-flops, put on a pair of green leather galoshes, and pushed the door straight in.

The bitter cold wind suddenly poured into his body along the gaps in the collar and cuffs, and with the sweat that flowed before, he felt extremely sour. Under the combination of heat and cold, he couldn't help but sneeze several times in a row.

Wait, if you leave this door open all the time, wouldn't it be the same as having an air conditioner that doesn't consume electricity?

I just don't know how Jieluo will feel when she sees this scene.

Roland rubbed his nose and looked back—the opening of the door seemed to be connected to a basement half-buried in the dirt slope, and there were many such low storehouses around it, apparently set up by farmers or merchants who lived outside the city, and usually used to store grain, ale, or other miscellaneous goods. However, there was not a single figure stationed around, and the camp looked as if it had been abandoned.

He was amazed by the sight hundreds of meters behind the dirt slope.

There are clear boundaries in the world in front of us.

At the end of the view, snow-covered slopes were cut off, shattered rocks floated in the air, as if they had lost their gravity, and farther away were frenzied whirlwinds and boundless darkness, with the occasional red lightning streak across the border, illuminating the border, but even then, the darkness was bottomless.

Although the scene was terrifying, it was magnificent, and if I had to describe it, it was like an island floating in the void. The border stretches along the mountain until it disappears into the wind and snow. There was no doubt that there must have been such a boundary on that side of the Holy City, but it was too far away for him to see it for the time being.

This is the remaining memory fragment of Jieluo?

Roland didn't dare to go to the border to see what was going on, whether it was the wind that tore through the rubble or the lightning that pierced the sky, it revealed a dangerous aura. He didn't go to the Holy City immediately, and from here it would take at least half an hour to get there, and if he walked more slowly through the ankle-deep snow, he should have been more prepared.

Roland then walked around the campsite.

Whether it was a basement, a house or a tent, the entire camp was lifeless, and all the inhabitants seemed to have disappeared.

It's a bit like a battlefield of the soul, just using memories as a backdrop.

According to this inference, the holy city should also be empty.

Although there is no trace of life activity, there are many things in the storeroom, and it seems to be frozen in the moment when the memory is peeled off.

For example, the grapes in Roland's hands.

He found it in a small basement next door, and the iron lock on the door couldn't stop him at all, so he went back to the house and found a wrench, and just unscrewed the deadbolt along with it. There are many foods stored inside, including marinated jerky, fish fillets, wheat...... and a small half box of grapes.

It looks very fresh, it must have been brought up from the old holy city below the plateau, and you can still feel its cold sweetness when you pick one and put it in your mouth.

The biggest gain came from finding a small tin box from the basement compartment - not that he had observed it carefully enough, but that the hidden compartment hidden in the wall itself was open, and there was even a burning oil lamp on the side, as if someone had disappeared without a trace just as they had stored something, leaving only the lattice that had not yet had time to close and the tin box that was half exposed.

The box contained a dozen golden dragons and a few crystal gems, which were of good quality at a glance, and Roland did not hesitate to slip them into his pocket.

After confirming that the contents of the memory fragments could be brought into the apartment, he immediately got to work.

After nearly two hours of tossing in the snow, Roland moved valuable things into the house little by little, including a lot of food and a small amount of armament, such as iron armor, short swords, and light crossbows, the former of which could save money on food, and the latter might be able to be sold online.

It wasn't until the utility room was filled that he reluctantly locked the iron door.

This feeling of picking up junk is simply amazing.

The thought of having an entire holy city for him to loot afterwards made him want to laugh out loud.

Not to mention the cost of living now, it is not a problem to get rich overnight.

Roland panted and took off his clothes, and was about to drink saliva when a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly came to his heart,

He stumbled two steps, and before he could get to the coffee table, he felt his vision turn upside down, followed by a thud, and darkness enveloped him.

......

When he woke up again, Roland found himself lying on his bedroom bed, aching as if he had run a marathon.

The city outside the shutters was already covered with night, and apparently he was asleep for more than an hour or two.

Probably because his spirit was too tired, coupled with the heat stroke caused by the alternating stimulation of cold and heat, he thought to himself that he should really make up for a nap and go again.

But to his surprise, his body did not feel much weakness at the moment, except for the soreness, but full of energy, as if there was a stream of heat circulating in the body, everywhere he went, the touch became extremely sharp.

At this moment, Roland felt a small breath coming from the pillow.

He tilted his head slightly, and saw Jieluo lying beside him.

She held a wet towel in her hand, half of her cheeks were illuminated by the moonlight, her thin eyelashes trembled slightly, and her back rose and fell slowly along her nose.

Probably because the room was too stuffy, her dress was soaked with sweat, and her arms were covered with fine beads of sweat, and at the same time exuded a unique sour smell of sweat.

Apparently the little girl dragged him from the living room into the bedroom, and at the same time did the most basic cooling treatment, he smacked his mouth, and there was still a smell of Huoxiang Zhengqi water in his mouth.

How the hell did she get the potion in?

Looking at Jieluo's defenseless sleeping position, Roland shook her head helplessly, quietly sat up, carried the other party to the bed, and returned to the living room lightly - since she cared so much about the cleanliness of the room, she would definitely not be willing to go to bed without taking a bath, just throw herself on the bed first, and wipe the mat tomorrow.

It's dirty enough on it anyway.

Lying on the couch, he found that the soreness was fading little by little, while the heat flow in his body was becoming more and more obvious.

Roland realized that it was not a delusion.

Rather, something indescribable.

He touched his trouser pocket, pulled out a golden dragon from a memory fragment, and held it in the palm of his hand.

The heat flow condensed in the palm of his hand as he wished.

Roland clenched his fist hard, and when he released it again, the golden dragon had been folded into a half-moon shape.