After recovering his thoughts, Lin An speeded up again.
It is 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 strengthening his physique to the limit, he could maintain a high-speed sprint state all day long, otherwise he really didn't know what he would do.
There was only an off-road vehicle and a few mountain bikes in 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 the effect of strengthening our physical fitness would actually be to 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'm really irritated, I just start the violent charge to speed up.
"Next time, we must put a fighter jet into the ring."
"If we encounter this kind of situation again in the future, it will be so cool 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 degree is 19%.]
[Unlocked: Deserted Village Incident.]
[Triggered: Yuanying.]
There was nothing special about the next few items, 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 initially thought 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 rush, 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 amidst the excitement and nervousness.
Sudden.
Zhang Tie's steps faltered.
"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 wouldn't be able to 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 faced the same direction, knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, and moved forward slowly.
Seeing the strange scene, Lin An also subconsciously slowed down.
That is...
Ascetic?
Subconsciously, Lin An remembered the sergeant's description of the ascetic.
It's just that in the spiritual perception released, no special mental fluctuations were detected.
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 into 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.
It's like falling from the sky.
The impact of the fall splashed rubble on the ground and created a deep crater.
Zhang Tie, who was as tall as an iron wall, stood carelessly in front of the crowd.
Unexpectedly.
Xiong Hanzi originally thought that this group of people would yell and scream like the people he met before, or at least they should 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 pale, numb face.
As if he didn't see Zhang Tie in front of him, he knelt down mechanically repeatedly.
I saw him standing up unsteadily, then raising his hands high.
The chapped skin was covered in stains and crusted, and the cracks between the fingers were black.
Lift your head 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, it was 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 injured.
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 but be stunned.
"Damn it, are these people stupid?"
Get close enough.
He could smell the strong rotten smell of these ascetics.
That's the smell that comes from wounds that are constantly tearing, healing, and festering.
It smells like zombies.
Small stones were embedded in the wound, and the flesh and blood were covered with pus.
The wounds on many people's bodies were so festering that one could see the bones. Some of them were swaying and their faces were unnaturally red.
It seems to be inflammation and infection, causing 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 fourteen or fifteen-year-old child 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 still made the gesture of kneeling down with no expression on his face.
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 are just like zombies and have no feeling of being alive at all.
Stand to one side and observe for a while.
"Cultivation...refining?"
"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 continue to worship sincerely even if he squanders all his wealth.