Chapter 009 of Volume 7: Iron Horse, He is Wolong!!!
Hearing what Yu said, Ling Jie seemed to be lost. Just when Ling Jie was hesitant to go back.
Yu suddenly slapped his head, "Yes, you are either the source of the river or the source of the Wen River. If we follow the direction of the source of the Wen River, we will definitely reach the source of the river."
Ling Jie also just reacted, "Smart."
The two looked at each other and smiled, then walked a short distance to the Wen River, and then started a seemingly difficult and long trek along the source of the Wen River.
It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Heyuan. According to the custom here, it is past lunch time after two o'clock. People here do not take a lunch break, because in such weather, there is no such thing as noon. Two days a day
For fourteen hours, there was white snow falling and a cold wind howling.
"This place is really different. People here seem to live in houses. And they are much more elegant than Mingkong's house." Ling Jie stood on the head of Heyuan, looking at the continuous houses.
There were more than a hundred houses, and he couldn't help but feel a shock. He hadn't felt this kind of shock for a long time.
How difficult it must be to build so many houses in such a world of ice and snow. "Look, there is something like a street in the middle. The snow on the street has been swept away. It seems that the sweeper
The uncles on the street are very diligent."
From a distance, Ling Jie saw an uncle sweeping the snow on the street with a broom. The streets here were very different from the streets in Ling Jie's consciousness. The streets were paved with thick sleepers, making it very smooth to walk on.
, the snow on it has been swept away, and it looks a bit incompatible with the surrounding white snow.
"Uncle, do you clear the snow here every day?" Ling Jie and Yu walked up behind the uncle and asked slightly.
The uncle didn't seem to hear, and was still sweeping the snow diligently. Ling Jie asked again. The third time, his voice was louder, almost roaring, but the uncle still didn't feel anything.
Just as Ling Jie was about to step forward and pat the uncle's shoulder, at this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from the door of the house next to him, "Don't touch him!"
Ling Jie was slightly startled. He turned around and saw an old man sitting at the door of the room next to him. He was the one who spoke just now. Although he looked old, the voice that Ling Jie heard just now was faintly translucent.
It contains a component that penetrates the eardrum.
Feng Chu had reminded herself long ago that those who can enter the dark prison and survive are not simple people. So don't underestimate anyone inside.
Ling Jie said, "Why?"
The old man said, "Because his ears can no longer hear. Moreover, his eyes can no longer see."
Ling Jie argued, "If I pat him, he can feel it."
The old man shook his head, "It's useless if you shoot him. He's already dead. No matter what you do to him, he won't feel it."
"Dead?" Ling Jie was frightened on the spot. He walked around to the sweeper and looked carefully. He saw that his eyes had dimmed and the hand holding the broom had become rigid.
The movements all seemed to be in mechanical motion.
Ling Jie didn't feel his heartbeat, he was indeed dead.
"This... this, this... this is impossible. How can a person sweep the floor even if he is dead?" Ling Jie was so frightened that he quickly backed away and gave way to the sweeper, fearing that he would accidentally bump into the sweeper.
Uncle, let him fall.
"Hey, little brother, you just came here. There was a plane flying here seven days ago. You got off the plane, right?" the old man asked slightly.
"Yes, but I don't understand why a dead person can... why..." Ling Jie slowly walked to the old man's side and pointed at the sweeper, very puzzled.
The old man said, "You can enter here. It seems that you are also a very powerful person in the outside world. Let me tell you."
The old man pointed at the uncle sweeping the floor and said slowly, "This man entered here ten years ago. He fell in love with a woman. In order to express his love for the woman, he built the building brick by brick.
He walked down a long street here. He hoped that his love with a woman could be like this street and never end.
.But that woman fell into the black waters five years ago... Since then, he has come here to sweep the streets every day, sweeping away all the snow on the streets. He hopes that the sky can see the 100,000 people on this long street.
Sleeper, seeing the sincere love between him and the woman, was moved by his actions and brought the woman back to life."
The old man paused and continued, "This sweeping lasted for five years. In these five years, he never put down the broom in his hand. He swept from beginning to end, from end to end, every day for five years, day after day.
This street was able to remain so intact. He had been frozen to death for a long time. He died three years ago, but... he still repeats what he did three years ago every day.
Maybe it's really the love deep in his heart, the love for women that supports him and keeps his body from falling. His love, even though he is dead, can still
Last forever. This love has transcended life and death, and spanned reincarnation. Unfortunately, God was not moved, and that woman never came back..."
Ling Jie's heart was completely shocked at this moment. His whole body seemed to have been struck by lightning, and he stood there motionless.
"His love, even though he is dead, can still last forever. This love has transcended life and death, and spanned reincarnation. What a powerful and terrifying love this must be..."
Ling Jie suddenly felt that the eternal nature, the insignificance of human beings, human thoughts and spirits, and the so-called hatred and love are really mysterious and terrifying!
The old man also sighed in his eyes, "This man was a master master in his life, at least a master level seventy or above. Although he is young, he is only thirty-three years old this year. But I deeply admire him."
Ling Jie's voice was already trembling a little, "Old man, can I ask, what is his name?"
The old man shook his head, "I don't know his real name, but he has a code name in the outside world."
"What's it called?"
"Wolong, one of China's two unparalleled super killers."
"What? Is he Wolong?" Ling Jie felt a direct punch to his face and his body leaned back.
This person is the master who is equal to Feng Chu - Wo Long?
Ling Jie suppressed his violently beating heart, "Who is that woman?"
The old man said, "——Feng Chu."
Ling Jie was stunned, and turned around suddenly, watching the bleak figure continuously sweeping the snow on the ground, gradually getting further and further away from him...
(To make up for the second update I owed yesterday...)