Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 385 - 228 Restricted Area_3

Chapter 385: 228 Restricted Area_3

He didn’t know how long had passed...

Suddenly, he awoke, opened his eyes, yawned, and sat up in bed.

Fang Zhixing immediately realized he was still in the room, with the setting sun casting slanting rays through the window.

"Eh, did I fail? Or am I dreaming right now?"

Fang Zhixing couldn’t be sure. He pushed open the door and walked out of the residence.

Outside was still dead silent.

In the evening, the gray mist in the city became thicker, drifting unpredictably.

Fang Zhixing looked around, turned, and walked towards the South Gate, then stepped out.

Whoosh~

With one step out of the city gate, Fang Zhixing was on the official road.

He immediately looked up and was overjoyed.

"Ha, I’m out!"

Fang Zhixing had really left Yulan County and arrived outside the city.

He looked back at the gate, which was a pandemonium within, like a gray vortex that devoured people, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

"This is indeed the Restricted Area..."

Without hesitation, Fang Zhixing broke into a run, rushing toward the County.

In the blink of an eye, it was deep in the night, just past midnight.

Fang Zhixing reached the outskirts of the County and looked up.

To his surprise, the refugees who had gathered in front of the city gates had vanished.

Also, the city gates were wide open.

Normally, gates would only be open all night when there was no sign of war.

Fang Zhixing boldly entered the city without encountering any checks.

He passed through streets and alleys and once again arrived at Cuizhu Pavilion.

"Welcome, honored guest..."

The enthusiastic shop boy came out to greet him.

Fang Zhixing took a closer look; he recognized this shop boy as the one who had served him last time.

But the shop boy had aged a lot, with a beard now on his face, and he had gotten fatter.

Fang Zhixing couldn’t help asking, "Do you remember me?"

The shop boy scrutinized Fang Zhixing, then spread his hands with a wry smile, "Guest, I’m sorry, but we have too many visitors at Cuizhu Pavilion, and unless you’re a regular, with my simple head, I truly can’t remember."

Fang Zhixing inquired, "Who’s staying in the first and second rooms of the Tianzi series now?"

The shop boy replied, "They’re vacant at the moment, no guests today."

Fang Zhixing nodded, understanding. He immediately turned and left Cuizhu Pavilion and hurried along the road he remembered towards the Blood Axe Gang.

In no time, Fang Zhixing arrived at the entrance to the Blood Axe Gang. He looked up and his pupils shrank.

Falling Leaves were piled up in front of the gate.

The dilapidated entrance was locked with chains.

The plaque above had fallen, and the three big characters for "Blood Axe Gang" were broken in the middle.

Fang Zhixing looked around and saw a late-night food stall by the road.

He immediately walked over and asked the stall owner, "Boss, where are the people from the Blood Axe Gang?"

The boss glanced over there and laughed, "The Blood Axe Gang was wiped out four years ago. The Gang Leader’s name was... what was it..."

Fang Zhixing prompted, "Xue Bohua."

"Oh, right!"

The stall owner recalled and sighed, "That Xue Bohua was killed, died such a gruesome death. I heard he was hacked into pieces by his enemies."

Fang Zhixing’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked which year it was now.

The stall owner hesitated, but quickly gave an answer.

At that moment, Fang Zhixing felt as if struck by lightning and stood frozen in place.

Soon after, he arrived at the South Gate of the County.

That morning, he had created enormous chaos there.

He, the Breaking Precepts Evil Monk, Luo Lifu, and Sui Jiefu - in the chaos, they had caused over a thousand casualties, with countless damages to the city gate and nearby structures.

But at this moment, Fang Zhixing looked around to see that all the buildings were intact, and the city gate was unharmed.

He walked up to the gate for a closer inspection.

It was clear that the gate showed signs of repair.

Fang Zhixing found a seat in a nearby tavern.

The tavern owner, a woman in her forties, came over with a cheerful smile, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

Fang Zhixing ordered some random dishes and drinks, then asked, "Madam, do you remember a great battle that took place near the South Gate some time ago, resulting in many deaths?"

The tavern owner exclaimed, "Remember, of course I do. That day I almost got killed by a flying stone, how could I forget?"

Fang Zhixing asked, "How many years ago did that happen?"

The tavern owner counted on her fingers and replied, "Seven years, I believe."

Fang Zhixing gasped, his expression rapidly turning grim.

Having eaten his fill, Fang Zhixing stepped out of the tavern, looked up at the distant starry sky, and felt utterly lost.

"If all this is real, then from the first time I arrived at the County to today, it’s been a full ten years!"

Fang Zhixing shivered, for others’ ten years had, to him, passed in but a single night.

"Now what am I to do?"

Fang Zhixing pondered as he walked the streets.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion.

Turning his head, he saw a long street adorned with red and green lanterns.

Fang Zhixing turned into that long street and soon learned that the most famous entertainment venue in the County was called Qunfang Pavilion, and the most renowned woman there was the Oiran Meng Die.

"Well, I’m a bit too tense, need to relax a bit."

Fang Zhixing made his way leisurely to Qunfang Pavilion.

"Hero, please come inside."

The Madam greeted him warmly, and seeing Fang Zhixing’s attire, knew he was a martial artist.

Fang Zhixing, feeling down, directly asked, "Is Meng Die free?"

The Madam’s eyes sparkled, as she quickly said, "She is available, but my daughter..."

Fang Zhixing took out several Gold Tickets and handed them over.

The Madam eagerly accepted the money, counted it, and her joy vibrated through her, "My, what a generous hero you are, please, this way upstairs!"