Chen Yang single-handedly pressed down on a large tree that looked hundreds of years old, jumped up, and stood on the highest treetop, moving with the wind and looking into the distance.
A railway that was almost covered with weeds, an old green train, and a station that seemed to be in disrepair came into his sight.
At the station, groups of people in ragged clothes and with tired faces looked expectantly at the green-skinned train slowly entering the station.
When he saw these people, especially their costumes, a strange look flashed in Chen Yang's eyes.
They were either wearing the same clothes as when Chen Yang left the earth, or they were wrapped in unknown animal skins, just like a modern person who accidentally got lost in the mountains and struggled for a week or two before being rescued.
As if.
"The spiritual energy is revived."
"Is this really a good thing?"
Chen Yang sighed with emotion, using the luck method in the Divine Elephant Prison Suppression Skill, he swooped down from the highest treetops, stepped on the lower treetops or tree trunks, and glided to the station at almost a low altitude.
Still a few hundred meters away from the station, Chen Yang dropped down and walked over calmly.
He was wearing an old sheepskin jacket that he got from Lao Batu, and he seemed to be in perfect harmony with the people waiting for the bus.
"By the way, is the RMB still useful now?"
Chen Yang suddenly remembered this incident.
He still had some cash on him, but he was extremely doubtful, is money still money these days?
You can't pick up a train, right?
Chen Yang couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the chaos in China's early stage of economic recovery from a decade ago.
If it didn't work out, he had no choice but to take the train and take the Overlord Car.
With this worry in mind, Chen Yang squeezed into the crowd to observe, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
This ride is actually free of charge.
There were also people wearing station attendant uniforms standing at the car door shouting at everyone:
"Everyone, don't be impatient. Come on slowly."
"If any friends want to go back, please inform us immediately. According to the latest news, this road may be cut off at any time."
"The Himalayas are getting higher and higher, and the road is getting more and more dangerous. We will not be able to walk on this road for up to half a month."
"..."
While the station attendant was shouting hoarse, some people actually turned around to call their relatives and friends.
Amidst the chaos, Chen Yang boarded the green leather train that smelled like a train.
The speed of the train is extremely slow, but the number of carriages is very large. It seems that it is worried that it will not be able to run more times. I don’t know how many carriages this train has overloaded.
What’s interesting is that the styles of these carriages are different.
Some are close to the high-speed rail style when Chen Yang left the earth, and some are the style of the Republic of China that was left out in the wind a hundred and eighty years ago.
Chen Yang actually found a seat by the window in one of the carriages and sat down.
The underside of the buttocks is made of mottled red leather, and the armrests are made of wood. The once luxurious style is now full of the old-fashioned smell of an octogenarian.
There is no doubt that this supercar was moved from God knows which museum.
While Chen Yang was still looking at the furnishings inside the old carriage, the green train moved slowly.
As soon as the clanging sound sounded, a bright and cheerful voice with a greasy sound came from the side.
"Borrowed, borrowed."
"Brother, don't stare at me. I'm fat. I'm crowded with people. I'm here to keep you company."