Ronan and Lao Yao have gone a long way.
At their feet was an "old road" heading east along the river embankment. It has only been roughly renovated in the past few years, but there are potholes and cracks everywhere. Coupled with the heavy rain not long ago, it is even muddy. Walking on it does not feel good at all.
Lao Yao walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, so his steps were inevitably sluggish, and the further he walked, the colder his heart became.
Ronan didn't even need to speak, he was already reflecting on himself:
It was difficult for him to walk on such a road. Can he really hold on to the nearly 100 kilometers of route he planned and the existing dozens or hundreds of landslides that randomly appeared?
If the earliest plan was to take the water route, he could still be shameless and take a boat to at least get to the next supply point... But this heavy rain and this mudslide broke the illusion that was fostered by this sudden opportunity.
The dark brown mudslide roared forward in the river a few meters away, scraping away the earth and rock structure on the edge of the bank layer by layer, while also pushing up a large amount of muddy water. Some of them are pushed directly onto the inner road along the exposed slope of the roadbed, mixing with the accumulated water on the road, constantly blurring the boundaries between the road, the embankment, and the river.
Part of the edge area of the embankment could no longer withstand such reciprocal erosion and began to disintegrate and slide, directly opening a gap for mudslides to easily rush onto the road surface.
From this perspective, the explorers and mercenaries who retreated early were really experienced and had accurate judgment. Maybe in ten minutes, this section of road will really be mixed with mudslides, and they will be indistinguishable from each other. Even if a heavily equipped off-road vehicle drives here, there is a risk of being washed away.
At the same time, Lao Yao also knew that in the route he designed for Ronan and his party, there were quite a few areas on the difficult mountain roads that were far more difficult to navigate than here.
Of course, Ronan and the others are not mortals. When they made the request, they said it would be based on Frith's footsteps. And Fotou, the big-headed soldier who always yearned for adventure in the wilderness, is now the main force in the counterattack in the wilderness.
Lao Yao knows about Burning Man and Deep Blue Walker. I can’t say that I understand it very well, but I have a rough assessment in my mind. Anyway, it is much, much better than before!
But what about him?
Alas, he is no longer the "Wei Bu Dao" who traveled 400 kilometers around the mountainous area day and night, dragging abnormal prey to death in the chaotic and dangerous mountains.
What he lacks is not opportunities, but health and youth that will never come back.
Also walking in the muddy water, Ronan was walking step by step, still playing with the wooden box he had just taken from Deng Chun. The mud under his feet seemed to be afraid of his presence, and separated automatically without exerting much force, so he walked naturally and lightly.
Lao Yao knows that there are such people, has seen such people, and vaguely heard one of their names today.
When he was young, he had imagined that one day he would become such a person, leading the wanderers, leading the way to open up the mountains and forests, and become one of the most brilliant stars after the Great Distortion Era.
So back then, he looked at those people with longing and reserved eyes, observed and learned, but deliberately kept a distance to maintain his delicate self-esteem.
Now, the boy in front of me looks younger than those people. But looking at the young man's back, he always had the urge to rush to the front, throw himself in the mud, throw himself on the ground, and plead with the most humble posture:
Help me, help me!
It's not that the boy is stronger than his goal back then, or that he has completely lost the courage to overcome obstacles, but that he knows the boundaries and limits of his abilities and urgently needs outside help.
He no longer sets limits or challenges himself, but wants to use the simplest, fastest and most energy-saving path to solve the problems that trouble him. Before the fire of his life is completely burned out, he should give himself and the people around him a relatively reasonable explanation.
After all, we know that life is short, so why bother yourself?
In a trance, Ronan's voice caught his ear: "The route is well planned. But there are some shady roads that require abandoning the car and walking. Fries and the others can run, but you can't...you should know this."
"..."
If it is expected, it cannot be dealt with calmly because it is mentally prepared. Walking behind the mysterious young man who was helping him, Lao Yao didn't dare or didn't want to argue.
All he could answer was an awkward silence.
But Ronan didn't go any further. Instead, he immediately changed the topic to a completely irrelevant topic: "Are you seeking to join the Hun Dun Order?"
"...It's the sect I belong to, the Awareness Sect."
"Same." Ronan didn't care about this small difference. "No matter the cause and effect in the world, the fact is that most people must first use tools before they can get on the road. This is the case for you, and the same is true for me."
"Tool?"
"The mask of the Hundun Order is also a tool. Mr. Bai Feng is very generous. I am not sure if it is his true intention at the moment, but given your current situation, it is not a bad idea to follow the route of the Hundun Order."
Lao Yao could probably understand: Ronan wanted to give him a push on this road. After he just moved his mouth and came up with a route plan that was not original.
Mostly for Fries' sake.
Of course, Ronan himself is also kind-hearted, which is even more rare among "powerful people" who have both strength and authority.
Lao Yao's face was feeling hot, but there were no obvious signs of it on his face that had been ravaged by time.
He was still not sure, and he didn't dare to be willful. He could only try his best to maintain such an atmosphere, hoping to eventually obtain the ideal realistic result.
He muttered in response: "We really need to go in and get a position..."
"Well, cut off from the Soul Cult and avoid retaliation. This design is a bit taken for granted. It cannot be said to be completely safe, but it can be regarded as the highest limit that you can theoretically achieve if you just jump."
"yes."
"So, what kind of mask do you want?"
"Well?"
The old medicine really can’t keep up with the pace. Even if the topics are the same, is it too far?
He wasn't used to Ronan's way of talking, but Ronan was considerate. Although he kept walking forward and never looked back, he explained two sentences specifically:
"You may not know much about the situation in the Hundun Order. Although the "masks" all receive the blessing of Lord Baifeng, they are still different in some nature details, and there is a problem of "matching degree." "
Lao Yao has vaguely heard of such things, but this is not a level that he and his "Awareness Sect" can currently consider.
Too luxurious.
So, he still couldn't answer.
Ronan was persuasive: "Let's put it another way, if you really regard Lord Baifeng as a god - if you join the religion, at least in name, right?"
"Uh, yes."
"Gods should be omnipotent. If that's the case, what problem do you hope this seemingly omnipotent existence can solve for you... Don't talk about the Soul Religion or the Lake City Government. Things that are too complicated are probably really useless. Understand."
"..."
Ronan's patience was really good, and he continued to sort out Lao Yao's thoughts: "Don't think about things that are too illusory, just think about it personally."
What an amazing feeling.
There was sticky mud under my feet, making it difficult to move; but under the guidance of the young man, my thoughts and imagination slowly broke away from the shackles of reality and danced around lightly.
Lao Yao almost lost his sense of the physical body, but only just barely.
No matter how beautiful his imagination is, it is just a blend and re-creation of his past experiences. As an adult, even if he fantasizes, if you look at it, it will definitely have the spicy and bitter taste of life.
The constant numbness and itch at the connection between the prosthetic limb and the broken arm kept reminding him, and it also caused a dull pain all over the body. The weather that changed from hot to cool was not very friendly to him.
He unconsciously pressed the itchy joint with a wry smile on his face.
Seeing Lao Yao's actions, Ronan nodded: "I think so."
"Uh, actually..."
"How did it break?"
Lao Yao was stunned, not because Ronan said
The words were too direct, but he had actually forgotten them.
During the years when the homeless man returned to the city, years of hard work collapsed. He, who was still stubborn at the time, and his equally stubborn companions experienced too many scenes of chaos and despair. Broken arm is actually not a particularly profound memory, because at that time, even if his arm was broken, he could still resist.
But when will you be unable to resist anymore?
Lao Yao's lag and silence made the quality of the dialogue between the two unable to improve. Ronan didn't care, he was talking and doing things at his own pace:
"Broken arms are not a problem in modern times. The problem lies in the loss of stable gene replication and expression capabilities. When a genetic species falls into this situation, the foundation of its establishment will collapse - in the era of distortion, powerful foreign genes are everywhere, and they continue to pollute and parasitize. , this kind of environment is really not friendly enough for humans on earth.”
"Actually, it's quite a coincidence. I met a child some time ago who had a similar problem to yours. The symptoms were also on his arms. It's just that you are the first generation and are affected by external forces; he is the second generation and has suffered It’s a genetic problem. I promised him that I would research a good solution, but the more I thought about it, the more complicated it became.”
After a pause, Ronan was also a little embarrassed: "I got off topic for some reason. Anyway, because I have been researching it, this is a project that I have in mind at the moment. In addition, inspired by Mr. Baifeng, there is currently a temporary solution. method."
With that said, Ronan turned around and stood still, looking directly at Lao Yao's face.
Lao Yao subconsciously stopped, his face still blank, but his heart suddenly became hot.
But at this moment, he heard the rapid sound of the car horn.
Lao Yao had known for a long time that the two off-road vehicles behind him had been wading through the muddy water and followed them slowly, about ten meters away from them, making it easier for them... and for Ronan to get in the car.
The two cars had been very quiet, so it was extremely unusual for them to honk their horns so suddenly.
Lao Yao suddenly became alert.
Others are almost useless, but their experience is still there. His eyes instinctively went to the completely blurred boundary between the debris flow and the bank. After a quick glance, he discovered a highly dangerous target.
The dark brown scales, almost the same color as the mudslide, were wrapped in mud and meandering around. This was a very protective color, but the fragile embankment could not withstand its huge size, and a large piece collapsed, leaving it clearly exposed.
The car behind was quickly closing the distance, and Zhao Xi opened the window and shouted:
"Yin Dao Anaconda!" [It was released using the new background. I don't know what it will be like. It will return to the normal update time tomorrow.
[In view of the general environment,
Continue to shamelessly ask for monthly tickets. 】
