Chapter 1273 1245. Old Yanan
The city immersed in the bloody sunset made Lan En feel familiar and strange at the same time.
What is familiar is the style.
Pile up layers of roads and houses along the rugged terrain.
On the one hand, this reflects the excellence of architectural technology, but on the other hand, it highlights the immaturity and paranoia in spatial planning.
It seems that people who have this kind of construction technology have never put any effort into research on road planning and life planning.
A collection of contradictions.
The high places are like solitary spires, while the low places are deep and cannot see the sky.
Gothic architecture is complex and gorgeous, but it also faintly reveals a touch of aristocratic cold-bloodedness and gloom.
But what is unfamiliar is the city itself.
Its altitude is not as high as the blood therapy town that Lan En once visited.
The specific roads and buildings are also completely different from the Yanan that Lan En has been to before, because the mountain topography on which the buildings are attached is completely different.
The city in front of me seems not to have as complete facilities as Yanan.
At least Lan En also saw a lot of ground on the road that was not paved with bricks, but exposed loess and rocks.
But just like the style of ‘Future’ Yanan, these loess does not give people a sense of rurality or hometown.
On the contrary, there is a sense of ulceration and gloominess that has entered a disease.
It's like stepping into a bottomless abyss.
In terms of the completeness of the infrastructure, Yanan in the night is undoubtedly better.
When he smelled the special incense in the church, Lan En was already 70% sure of where he was.
There is no doubt that it should be the city that was involved in the dreams of several ancient gods who wanted to give birth to a son of God because of mankind's blind and radical research.
The only thing that makes the demon hunter unsure is when he is at?
The setting sun shining on me shows that the last night has passed.
Is this the city that the Yannan people rebuilt after the recurring night of hunting?
Or something else?
But when Lan En walked outside the church and saw the city today with his own eyes, and with the help of Mentos, he got the information from every detail, he understood.
This is not the ‘future’. This is the ‘past’.
In the legend, Old Yharnam was destroyed by fire during a night of unprecedented hunting.
“But how is it done?”
Lan En frowned, suppressing the doubts in his heart, and at the same time walked towards this familiar yet unfamiliar mountain city.
The boots with dragon scale armor on the outside rub against the loess on the steps, bringing an incredibly real touch.
Across time, Lan En was mentally prepared for the existence of this kind of power.
Not to mention the words of Master William when he left Yanan.
It is said that in the Magical Middle Ages, he once met the adult Ciri.
Time sounds really mysterious and great, but he has indeed personally experienced the power that can transcend time.
What makes Lan En unsure is what kind of situation he is in now?
Is it because of the intersection of the celestial spheres that when connecting to other worlds, it naturally and automatically transcends the flow of time and links to the past of this world?
Or was he 'man-made' interfering with his journey when he entered the rift between the heaven and earth?
What role does the part of his missing memory play in it?
Questions came to him one after another the moment he was sure that he was in Old Yanan.
Sometimes Lan En envies those who are not sharp enough, at least they are not like him, whose well-developed and fast-moving thinking can recognize so many problems through just a few scenes.
Fluffy Ball and Qilin weren't around, but Lan En wasn't too worried.
He felt that this time they should not have come with him at all, rather than being separated.
This was a judgment based on his physical condition. He was very sure that he had just stepped out of the rift between the celestial spheres.
This is good.
Flannel balls and unicorns are not suitable for such a world, although life in the New World is generally very tough.
But in this world, the real threats are not monsters that can be dealt with with simple physical attacks.
“So.” Biochemical Intelligent Brain’s voice sounded in his mind, “This time I am traveling alone again, sir.”
“That’s not a problem. , I still have you." Lan En shook his head indifferently, whether in a team or alone, he has confidence in himself.
But then, he saw the bloody sunset that was about to disappear among the spiers of the messy Gothic buildings.
"The problem now is that I kind of regret coming out of the church. Tsk."
Lan En clicked his tongue in displeasure, but he still clearly remembered the 'characteristics' of Yanan's night.
But having said that, Lan En had no intention of looking back.
The church, especially the church in Yanan, really impressed Lan En.
The last time the demon hunter investigated on the night of the hunt, he touched the cathedral of the Healing Church.
As a result, the church agent turned into a wild beast in front of him and was hacked to death.
Although in the 'future' Yharnam, Lann respected the red-robed witch who took in the people in the Orton Chapel.
And the man in red robe just now seemed to really care about him, Lan En didn't feel disgusted. But the so-called Good Gold Cup Church?
Lan En is not inclined to stay in a local church that he does not understand at night in Yharnam.
"It seems we can only hope that tonight is not a hunting night, sir."
Mentos said calmly, not sounding too worried.
Because if this is indeed Old Yannan, then at this time, lycanthropy was not actually serious.
Except for the hunting night that burned down the city in the end, the nights in old Yharnam should be much peaceful than those in 'future' Yharnam. If Henryk told Lan the story It's all true.
Words that are not covered with an old man’s ‘memory filter’.
"Sir, maybe we can try to find a hotel?"
"How does Yanan treat foreigners?" Lan En told a cold joke and walked deeper into the city. "I doubt they will really have a 'hotel' industry?"
"Let's wait and see. If it doesn't work, I can find a secluded alley and use it as urban camping. Tsk, this Why is the situation as bad as the last time we came here? "
The blood-red, disconcerting sunset is quickly sinking beneath the towering and sharp Gothic buildings.
Darkness begins to fall.
On the rugged and winding road, the residents of Yanan went home.
This place is almost like the 'future' Yanan, with many public lighting facilities arranged in a large area.
It's just not that common. It can be seen that the city is still developing.
The second time, an 'old antique' wearing armor from the previous era walked on the road of a Victorian city.
There is no doubt that the Yanam people’s attitude towards outsiders is still ‘simple and straightforward’.
Lan En knocked on a few doors along the way, and the responses he received made him feel familiar.
"You're still wandering around at this point, ah~ I guess you must be a stranger."
"Enjoy the night, stranger. This is Yanan's treat, hehehe."
"Dirty foreigners, it's you who brought gray blood disease! It's you! Get out of here! Get out of my house!"
First he whispered, and then he speculated softly through the door. Then came cynicism and unabashed rejection, ending in laughter as if at a cruel farce.
“Compared with them, I always feel that the farmers in Willen are sane.”
Lan En complained while spreading a wide and thick felt cloth on the ground in the alley.
He knelt and sat on it, planning to spend the night by [meditating].
While ensuring rest, you can also maintain a certain degree of alertness.
In fact, from Lan En's perspective, the farmers in Willen are basically more or less mentally ill.
The long-term precarious living situation makes their spirits very tense, but at the same time they have a sense of indifference.
Numb, lacking empathy, timid and irritable at the same time.
But Lan En can understand, because the cause of these mental illnesses is the harsh living environment, and the farmers of Waylon have no choice.
But in Yanan, the living environment here is not ‘harsh’. After all, by comparison, this is a Victorian city, much better than the mud pit of Willen.
It’s just that the living environment here is ‘weird’, ‘dangerous’ and ‘abnormal’.
The place Lan En chose was deep in a relatively wide alley.
There were some wooden boxes and barrels piled crookedly inside.
The demon hunter passed through these objects blocking the road, trying to hide himself in the deepest place.
The ground is a little damp, and black, smelly dirty water accumulates on the black bricks and stones.
Fortunately, Lan En is not a poor demon hunter in the conventional sense at this time.
He was going to throw this piece of felt away after using it.
The weather gradually became steadily cooler as darkness fell.
On the wet brick and stone streets of Yanan, hazy white mist began to slowly appear and drift.
The abnormally bright moonlight shines through the cold fog on the masonry, and is reflected strangely by the water vapor above.
Yanan became quiet.
Or on the surface, it became quiet.
During [Meditation], the demon hunter's body will rest, but his mind will fall into a state like that of a mage sensing the magic of chaos.
If you enter this state moderately, you will feel clear and alert, but if you enter it frequently and reluctantly, it will make you dizzy, as if you stayed up all night.
Therefore, using [Meditation] to obtain rest is not a skill that unskilled demon hunters can master.
More often, this technique is used by demon hunters to squeeze out a few hours from a tight schedule to give their body and spirit a breather.
But now
"Suck~"
A long and deep breath sounded gently deep in the dark and messy alley.
It seemed like there was some kind of large creature crawling and breathing in the shadow at the end.
Then, a pair of amber cat eyes that shone slightly in the shadow slowly opened and looked outside.
(End of this chapter)