Yuan Tong

Chapter 700 Return

Chapter 1

Zhou Ming stood in front of the mirror, quietly gazing at his reflection.

So clear, so real—if he hadn't reached out to touch the cold, hard surface, he might have doubted whether the person standing opposite him was real.

After a long while, he finally withdrew his gaze from the mirror and looked at the vast darkness around him.

How big was this space, exactly? If he kept walking, would he reach infinity? What was the essence of this dark space? Why did it appear here, behind the Door to the Lost? What connection did that Door to the Lost, located in the subspace, have with the Door to the Lost in the real world? And, most importantly...

What were those words that appeared in the darkness?

Zhou Ming moved away from the mirror. As he left, the mirror quietly dissipated, and the figure in the mirror disappeared into the darkness. As he walked, more pale words appeared in the darkness—describing everything about him.

Like an extremely detailed personal file... registered in some crucial database, a personal file whose use was unknown.

Zhou Ming felt that his ability to associate things was not enough—he tried to find a reasonable explanation for everything he saw, but found that no matter how he reasoned, it all seemed like a bunch of wild, pure fantasies in the end.

He even began to think that he was in *The Shelter*, and that he was the one who had entered the vault, completely unaware. That single apartment wasn't his fortified refuge, and the words floating in the dark space were his registration documents after entering the vault...

In the darkness, his thoughts spread uncontrollably, but after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly gathered all his wild thoughts again.

Duncan suddenly froze.

The return was quicker than the journey. It didn't take him long to cross the void of darkness and return to the front of the *Ghost Ship*.

After crossing the door, he confirmed that the other side was not a piece of darkness, but his own single apartment—everything in the room was as it should be. After saying that, he didn't wait for the Goat Head to speak, and directly took the lantern and left the captain's room, and then almost hurried through the deck and the layers of cabins, straight to the bottom of the *Ghost Ship*.

For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of security when he saw the Goat Head still sitting properly on the table.

Then he returned to the ship and opened the door of the captain's room again.

There weren't many doors on the *Ghost Ship*, but only three of them were ordinary. The first was the captain's room door, the second was the bright wooden door deep in the cabin leading to the bilge, with the sign marked on it, and the third was the door that stood out of thin air in the center of the bilge. It connected the subspace with the real dimension and perhaps could not be called a door.

To return to the real dimension from this *Ghost Ship*, which seemed to be located in the subspace, one only needed to use the Door to the Lost as a transfer point?

Finally, even those chaotic jumping lines and light spots disappeared, and nothing new appeared. With a faint answer in his heart, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and then stepped forward and opened the door of the captain's room.

A full half a minute later, the Goat Head suddenly made a *ga* sound, as if its neck was about to break:

He muttered again in a heavy voice.

I raised my head, looked into the black eyes of the Goat Head, and opened my mouth with a slight firmness:

The Goat Head immediately made an exaggerated and attentive voice. As always, it was noisy, "You suddenly left the ship completely, I was really shocked! When you walk in the spirit world, at least you leave your body here! But just now, all your aura disappeared... and now you're back from the deck? Where did you go?"

"I returned to the real dimension."

Putting his hand on the door, the solid texture that came from it gave Zhou Ming, who had just wandered and explored in the darkness for a long time, a sense of inexplicable security, and then

He took a light breath and stepped across the door.

The text suddenly became chaotic, the sentences became strange and inexplicable, and the originally smooth records became something that couldn't even be read.

He hadn't lost his mind, hadn't become obsessed with this process of constantly exploring the unknown.

Duncan's eyes changed slightly in an instant.

He turned his head. The door he had come through was almost just a hazy spot of light, but it still stood quietly in the darkness.

He walked into the distance, cautiously and carefully moving away from the door.

He passed through it and came to the shattered bilge.

The Goat Head immediately turned its head when it heard movement at the door, its neck making a creaking sound of wood rubbing, "Name?"