Chapter 218 The World of 41

Illuminated by the light of the prophet, Charles' mind immediately came to his senses. Looking at Lily beside him with a relaxed smile on his face, cold sweat broke out all over his body.

What happened to me, how could I stay in such a dangerous place for such a long time.

Charles stood by the window in shock, looking at the humans outside.

Thinking of the smiles on their faces just hanging on his face, Charles felt a creepy feeling.

What the hell is going on in this place? Does that big tree have the same aura as 1002?

But Charles didn't have time to think about it anymore, he turned his head and rushed back to the bed, grabbing Lily.

"Lily, wake up! Tell your mouse friend to bring back all the crew members! We must immediately." Charles grabbed Lily and kept shaking her.

"Mr. Charles, wait a minute, I'll talk about it after I sleep." The dim-eyed Lily rubbed her eyes with her small paws and said.

Charles, who was anxious, was about to say something when the prophet floating next to him floated in front of him.

"Don't worry about your companions. As long as you go out, they will be safe. If you can't get out, it's useless for them to go out. I can't last long. Go to the pier and leave here."

Charles gritted his teeth, grabbed Lily and jumped out of the side window, rushing towards the distant pier.

The prophets with purple light followed quickly, and no one they met on the way noticed them, as if at this moment, they were all invisible.

"You knew there was danger here, why didn't you tell me in advance?" Charles asked while jumping quickly between houses.

"I can't tell you. If I tell you, 41 will perceive your memory from the very beginning, then you will never find this place, and the curse of your god will not be lifted."

The Prophet's soft body quickly turned and came to the other side of Charles.

"On the contrary, I won't tell you first. I will rescue you after you are completely immersed in the world of 41. This is the safest way at present. As I said, I will help you solve the crisis here. Count it as part of my deal with that Delevingne."

"Is the 41 you mentioned the previous tree? It caused all the anomalies here??" Charles asked, he somehow felt that this naming method was a bit familiar.

The prophet stopped talking, doubled his speed, and floated forward at high speed. Charles gritted his teeth and quickly followed.

The center of the island is very far away from the pier. Under Charles's wild running, the distance between the two points slowly narrowed, but to his surprise, no matter how fast he ran, his body did not feel a little tired.

The relaxation of the body did not ease Charles' tension by half.

Although there was nothing chasing after him, Charles felt a faint sense of depression in his heart.

Since waking up, this bizarre island has become more and more strange to him.

Slowly, Charles felt that things around him were changing. In a daze, he saw dark eyes growing on the tiles next to him looking at him. When he wanted to look carefully, those things disappeared again. .

"Did the 41 you said have found us? I feel something is wrong around me!" Charles kicked his feet on a chimney and leaped to the other side of the block.

"It's not a discovery. It has known it since I came out. It just doesn't care. Where do you think that feeling of comfort comes from? The feeling of 41 is assimilated to the perception of anyone who enters its world. It's better not to let it go from indifference to anger. That scene is really scary."

When Charles heard this, his pace quickened again.

As time passed and Charles approached the pier, he could already see the funnel of the Narwhal.

But at this moment, a modern house surrounded by four walls made him stop in his tracks.

It was a modern apartment covered with green creepers. Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, Charles saw a man wearing only four-legged underwear, lying comfortably on the sofa.

These are not the main point, what is important is that he saw an iron plate hanging on the messy clothes on the ground next to him, that is the identification plate used by the foundation to identify members! That guy is from the Foundation!

Charles trembled in his heart. He never expected that he could actually see members of the Foundation in such a ghostly place.

After running through so many ruins of the Foundation, this was the first time he saw a living existence.

"Prophet! How long can you maintain my current state?" He asked the jellyfish in the air.

"I estimate that you still have 15 minutes to live. If you don't want to stay here completely, you'd better hurry up."

Charles looked at the pier in the distance and thought for a few seconds, then he said to it, "Wait for a minute."

After Charles finished speaking, he jumped down, smashed the floor-to-ceiling windows and rushed in.

Facing the man with the oblique scar who rushed into his home, the man turned his head and said lazily: "Who are you? This is my apartment, please leave."

Charles lifted him up excitedly, "Where is the exit on the surface? Tell me,"

Facing Charles' question, the man answered that he had no desire at all, and his body collapsed towards the sofa without any bones. "I'm tired, let me lie down for a while..."

Charles' black blade was already on his neck, but in the face of death threats, he still didn't care at all, as if all his meaning was to lie down.

Charles became more and more anxious. This guy probably knew the location of the exit. If he could knock out the exact location from this guy's mouth, it would save a lot of time.

"Prophet, can you wake him up?" Charles asked the prophet who floated in from the window.

Since the Prophet can make himself sober, it can obviously make this family return to reason, otherwise there is no way to communicate in the current situation.

"Yes, but if I wake him up, the maintenance time will be doubled, are you sure?"

Charles nodded vigorously, "I'm sure."

The Prophet didn't say anything, and walked around the man, the purple light on his body dimmed even more.

The relaxed smile on the man's face disappeared, and his expression was replaced by panic. He grabbed Charles' arm and rushed towards the door next to him.

"Run, run!! All the items in Area A have failed containment!!"

Charles, who was short of breath, slapped his face directly, and the face of the man in shorts instantly swelled up. "Where is the surface exit! Tell me quickly!!"

Charles slapped the man awake. He looked at the surrounding environment with confusion in his eyes. "Why am I here? This is...my apartment? Who are you??"