According to Cai Gen's wishes, the RV drove into the white snow.
Visibility was very low and the sky was much darker.
Only when the RV turns on all its headlights can it illuminate the road below.
It didn't take long to walk along the road paved by Lang Jiahao and others at a high price.
Suddenly the wind stopped, the snow disappeared, and my eyes were filled with light and lush greenery.
It's really an independent space, as if you've entered a new world.
The RV stopped suddenly, and this time it was Cai Gen who stepped on the brakes.
Naqi was a little reluctant.
"What are you doing?
Grinding and chirping?
Are you still leaving?"
Cai Gen looked at the scene outside the car and wondered how he could not stop the car.
Cai Gen opened the car door and was the first to get out of the car. Looking at the huge snowman in front of him, Cai Gen was so shocked that his mind was shattered.
Is this the snowman that old people long for?
Definitely beyond Cai Gen's knowledge of building a snowman.
The snowman is at least six or seven meters tall, and with its raised arms, it is almost ten meters tall. It is almost as tall as most sculptures in the middle of cities.
The snowman's whole body is white and flawless, with graceful muscle lines. There is no trace of the bloat of a snowman in the usual sense. The only decoration is the bath towel hanging around his waist, which seems to be the same style as Lao Pu's.
He raised his hands high, as if he was embracing the sky, and seemed to be praying to heaven for something. Even if he raised his head, he couldn't see his expression.
If a giant realistic snowman wasn't strange enough, then the lush greenery all around, like a tropical rainforest, is already out of place.
No matter how the snowman is connected, it won't match the vibrant plants around it, right?
It's so out of season, every plant and tree is eerie.
Cai Gen touched the grass on the side of the road and broke off another branch. It was not plastic, nor was it painted green, nor was it an illusionary projection. Everything was so real.
I walked up to the snowman and gently touched the snowman's toned thighs with my hands. My hands were cold and there were still a few snowflakes scattered.
It is indeed made of snow, not an ice sculpture, nor any other unknown substance.
This is the life of technology.
Wanting to shape the loose snow so realistically is comparable to the Inuit igloo craftsmanship.
In particular, the surrounding temperature, although not too high, is at least over 20 degrees.
After Cai Gen got off the bus and walked a few steps, he was already sweating and the temperature was indeed very high.
Why can't you change it?
Is there a cooling system wrapped inside the snowman?
Just as he was about to smash the snowman to satisfy his curiosity, the top of the snowman's head suddenly flashed with white light and burned.
The white flames sprayed out for several meters, raising the surrounding temperature a lot.
Because of the close distance, Cai Gen felt particularly embarrassed and quickly stepped back far away.
Looking at the fire-breathing snowman from a distance, it is like a candle, burning itself and illuminating others, which is comparable to a miracle.
"Oh my god, the sacred fire of Olympus has been rekindled.
Cai Gen, thank you, it is you who ignited the hope of Laxi world.
It's you, it's you, it's just you, thank you."
This voice startled Cai Gen.
Looking back, Puo was right behind him, wearing pink fluffy handcuffs.
Cai Gen glanced at the teddy bear that hurriedly followed him.
"Axiong, I asked you to do this, but you didn't have any control over it.
What should I do if this old man attacks me from behind?
My life is not enough for you to neglect your duties."
The teddy bear rushed up and kicked Puro over.
"Old man, you just gave me eye drops, didn't you?
Boss Cai, I see you lit the fire and started running away.
This thing just jumped out of the window, like a cunning rabbit."
Being kicked to the ground, Pu Luo didn't care. He looked at Cai Gen with eyes full of happiness.
He was mumbling something, as if he was praising someone, or comforting someone.
"Thank God, thank earth, thank you..."
"How many years have passed, and this time I didn't admit the wrong person..."
"Lisa, Shirley, little Nicole, I didn't lie to you..."
"First cousin, second cousin, third cousin, I miss you so much..."
The heat in those eyes made Cai Gen's face turn red.
"Okay, okay, get him straightened up quickly.
Why do you say it was me who lit the fire?
I don’t even smoke, so I have a strong sense of fire prevention.
Don’t frame me falsely.”
Speaking of this, Cai Gen felt that this question was wrong.
Indeed, as soon as he touched it, the snowman caught fire, and it must have something to do with him.
At this point, it’s not that important to worry about whether you started the fire yourself.
"Lao Pu, it's time for you to play your role as a leading party.
Come on, give me some science on what this fire is like."
Puro was helped up by the teddy bear and walked to the snowman in a few steps.
It seems that he is not afraid of the burning of the flames at all, but more enjoys the warmth brought by the flames.
Caressing the snowman with my hand, I felt like I was seeing a long-lost relative.
"This is the world of Rashi, the sacred fire of Olympus.
There are only two situations when he is ignited.
The first situation is that the world of Rashi has reached the point of life and death, and the sacred fire is lit to warn the world and call on all the gods to work together to overcome the crisis."
Oh, doesn’t that mean the same thing as Beacon Tower?
If there is an enemy invasion, the function of early warning is relatively primitive.
Cai Gen thought of this, something was wrong.
Why do you get an early warning when you touch it?
Are you the enemy?
"Lao Pu, what is the triggering mechanism of your holy fire?
Does it have to be touched by the enemy, like a landmine?"
Puo Puo was puzzled as to why Cai Gen had such an idea?
If the enemy has to touch you before calling the police, is it still too late?
"No, you must be the God-King of the Rashi world to light the sacred fire.
Others generally do not have permission.
If I touch it casually, it won't catch fire."
After saying that, Pu Luo touched the snowman symbolically, his movements were very obscene.
God King?
No, the focus should be on general.
"Lao Pu, am I not ordinary?"
Pu Luo stopped his hand, lowered his head and thought for a while.
"You are relatively average, maybe the God of Kushin is extraordinary.
You originally obtained the authority to light the sacred fire, and now you have inherited it.
These are all small details, you don’t need to worry about them.”
Wow, this is more reliable.
I don’t know how many useless qualifications Kushen took in the exam.
Was it also popular back then that having too many certificates was not a burden?
"So, besides early warning, what is the second scenario?"
Xiong Haizi is much more curious than Cai Gen.
Puro walked around the snowman and observed it carefully for a while before making a judgment.
"The second scenario is to hold the Olympus Games and run a marathon to pass the torch.
The sportsmanship that symbolizes our world of Rashi has a long history.
At the same time, it symbolizes the love for beauty that never ends in life and fitness.”
Look at the snowman's toned body, and then think about the figure of Hercules and Achilles. People in their world really love beauty, and they all look like fitness coaches.
Cai Gen was thinking divergently to make connections, when he was suddenly startled.
Run a marathon to pass the torch, Olympus Games?
Isn't that the Olympics?
It turns out that the Olympic torch relay comes from here.
This chapter has been completed!