老王揉了揉眼睛，发现这地方跟没见过一样。灰蒙蒙的天空，空气里弥漫着一股子土腥味儿，还有点别的说不出来的味道，像是……腐肉？他皱了皱眉，使劲吸气，这味儿呛得他直往后仰。

“这他娘哪儿啊？”老王这是从哪个年代穿越过来的？脑袋嗡嗡的，刚才那一下动静太大了，跟坐火箭似的，脑子里现在还嗡嗡响。

他站起身，脚下踩着软绵绵的泥土，嘎吱嘎吱响。抬头一看，这地面……好高啊！ buildings loomed ahead, casting long shadows over the dusty street below. The architecture was weird—parts looked like ancient stone carved into smooth geometrical shapes, while other sections were angular metal structures that scraped the sky. Strange symbols flickered across their surfaces, casting shadows that danced like eyes. People were walking around, but none of them looked human.

Their skin was a pale, almost luminous white, and their eyes glowed with a soft blue light. Long, pointed ears stuck out from behind their hair, and their movements were fluid, almost like they were floating on air. They wore flowing robes made of what looked like shimmering silk, and their clothing patterns featured intricate fractal designs.