After recovering his thoughts, Lin An speeded up again.
It was still about a day's journey from the so-called Imperial City of Daxia.
Calculated based on the current limit speed of 330 meters per second and the normal sprint speed of 300 meters per second.
The actual distance is about 22,000 kilometers.
Fortunately, after his physique was strengthened to the limit, he could maintain high-speed sprinting around the clock, otherwise he really didn't know what he would do.
Only a dirt bike and a few mountain bikes were brought into the ring.
If we only relied on this kind of tool, it would take half a month to travel.
"Team Lin..."
"I really didn't expect that after we strengthened our physique, we could actually run away..."
Running wildly all the way, Xiong Hanzi's face was full of resentment.
Run during the day, run at night, and sleep with your eyes closed.
If I get really irritated, I just start the violent charge to speed up the situation.
"Next time, we must put a fighter jet into the ring."
"If we encounter this kind of situation in the future, it will be so great to fly a fighter plane with our feet up!"
"Damn it, why is this bullshit secret realm so big!!"
Lin An helplessly glanced at the complaining Xiong Hanzi and said nothing.
Miscalculated.
He prepared a large amount of supplies before setting off, and even moved a gunpowder magazine to fill the entire ring.
But who would have thought that after entering the secret realm, we would have to rush...
This secret realm is really strange.
I took a look at the only updated secret information.
[Secret Realm: *** World, current exploration rate is 19%. 】
[Unlocked: Deserted Village Incident. 】
[Triggered: Yuanying. 】
The next few items were nothing special, but the *** world with an asterisk made him a little confused.
Is the system also blocked?
Just like viewing the sandworm panel, the name of this world cannot be displayed.
Fortunately, he thought at first that the entire secret realm was as big as a deserted village.
The name is the old corpse in the deserted village.
...
During the silent run, the sky became dim again.
Moving at high speed.
Apart from observing the topography of the world at the beginning, he and Zhang Tie didn't bother to look again after seeing too much.
Desolate, dark, and full of jagged gravel.
It is rare to see a few small towns in the endless wilderness.
Starting from Northern Xinjiang, there are not many humans along the way.
Occasionally they met a few caravans, and the two of them crossed over and left amid exclamations and nervousness.
Sudden.
Zhang Tie's steps stagnated.
"Captain Lin, there seem to be a few people kneeling on the ground in front of us."
Under the gray sky, Lin An looked into the distance unexpectedly.
He also noticed someone there.
Ordinary people couldn't attract his attention, but this time it was different.
I saw a few black spots in the distance, lined up like ants.
They wore shabby linen jackets.
Everyone was facing the same direction, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, and moved forward slowly.
Seeing the strange scene, Lin An also subconsciously slowed down.
That is...
Ascetic?
Subconsciously, Lin An recalled the sergeant's description of the ascetic.
However, no special mental fluctuations were detected in the spiritual perception released.
Maybe it's too far away.
In this secret realm, at a slightly greater distance, the perception of mental power will be severely hindered.
A thought came to my mind.
"Zhang Tie! Look closer! Be careful!"
...
"boom!!"
Jump up.
After noticing something unusual ahead.
At his signal, Zhang Tie jumped over and stopped in front of the team.
Like falling from the sky.
The impact of the fall splashed rubble on the ground and created a deep pit.
Zhang Tie, who was as tall as an iron wall, stood carelessly in front of the crowd.
Unexpected.
Xiong Hanzi originally thought that this group of people would yell like the people he met before, or at least be nervous.
But this strange team that looked like ascetics didn't react at all.
Treat it as if it were nothing.
The man kneeling at the front stood up with dry lips and a numb face.
As if not seeing Zhang Tie in front of him, the machine repeatedly knelt down.
I saw him standing up unsteadily, and then raising his hands high.
The chapped skin was covered in stains and crusted, and the cracks between the fingers were black.
Look up and kneel down.
Then he pressed his body tightly against the protruding gravel on the ground and slid forward with friction.
The stone scratched the wound.
This set of actions seemed to have been repeated thousands of times, standard and mechanical.
His expression was solemn.
Lin An, who rushed to Xiong Hanzi's side, looked at the team solemnly.
This group of people...are all covered in injuries.
His arrival, like Zhang Tie's, did not cause any reaction from the team.
Their existence is like air to this group of ascetics.
Looking at the numb crowd in front of him, Zhang Tie couldn't help being stunned.
"Damn it, are these people stupid?"
Get close enough.
He could smell the strong rotten smell of these ascetics.
That's the smell of wounds that are constantly tearing, healing, and festering.
Smells like zombies.
Small stones were embedded in the wound, and the color of flesh and blood was covered with pus.
The wounds on many people's bodies were so festering that bones could be seen, and some of them were swaying, their faces unnaturally red.
It seems to be an infection, causing the high fever.
I don’t know how painful it is.
They ignored the sharp ground beneath them and continued to rub it bit by bit with their bodies.
In the team, Xiong Hanzi even saw a child of fourteen or fifteen years old, with unkempt hair.
The child's right foot was twisted like a twist and was held behind his back.
Standing on one leg, holding a branch picked up from somewhere in his hand to support his skinny body.
But despite this, he also knelt down expressionlessly.
Even though he fell down every time he stood up, he still staggered and refused to take any less "steps".
"Doesn't this hurt!? Damn it, these people are crazy!?"
"What the hell are they doing!?"
Never seen such a scene.
To Xiong Hanzi, these people were like zombies and had no feeling of being alive at all.
Stand to one side and observe for a while.
"Cultivation...?"
"Or do you mean to hone yourself?"
Lin An frowned slightly and suddenly remembered the worshipers in the real world.
so similar.
The group of ascetics in front of me look very much like the Tibetan people who worship in Tibet.
Kneeling three times and prostrating nine times, it took several years to make a pilgrimage to the temple step by step.
Even if he dies on the way to worship, he will still go there devoutly.
