At their feet was an "old road" along the river embankment heading east. It had only been roughly repaired in the past few years, but there were potholes and cracks everywhere. Coupled with the heavy rain not long ago, it was even muddy. Walking on it, it felt a little uncomfortable.
None of them are good.
Lao Yao walks with one foot deep and one foot shallow, so his steps are unavoidable and heavy, and the further he walks, the colder his heart becomes.
Ronan didn't even need to speak, he was already reflecting on himself:
It was difficult for him to walk on such a road. Can he really hold on to the nearly 100 kilometers of route he planned and the existing dozens or hundreds of landslides that randomly appeared?
If the earliest plan was to take the water route, he could still be shameless and take a boat to get to at least the next supply point... But this heavy rain and this mudslide broke the illusion that was fostered by this sudden opportunity.
The dark brown mudslide roared forward in the river a few meters away, scraping away the earth and rock structure on the edge of the embankment layer by layer, and pushing up a large amount of muddy water. Some parts were pushed directly up along the exposed roadbed slope.
The road surface farther inside is mixed with the accumulated water on the road, constantly blurring the boundaries between the road, the embankment, and the river surface.
Part of the edge area of the embankment could no longer withstand such reciprocal erosion and began to disintegrate and slide, directly opening a gap for mudslides to easily rush onto the road surface.
From this perspective, those explorers and mercenaries who retreated early are really experienced and have accurate judgment. Maybe in ten minutes, this section of the road will really be mixed with the mudslides, and they will be indistinguishable from each other.
Even if a heavily loaded off-road vehicle drives here, there is a risk of being swept away.
At the same time, Lao Yao also knew that the route he designed for Ronan and his party included a considerable part of the difficult mountain roads that were far more difficult to navigate than here.
Of course, Ronan and the others are not mortals. When they first made the request, didn't they just say that it should be based on Fris's footsteps? And Buddha Head, the big-headed soldier who always yearns for adventure in the wilderness, is now the main force in counterattacking the wilderness.
The army is gone.
Lao Yao knows about the Burning Man and the Deep Blue Walker. I can’t say he understands it too well, but he has a rough assessment in his mind. Anyway, it is much, much better than it was back then!
But what about him?
Alas, he is no longer the "Wei Bu Dao" who traveled 400 kilometers around the mountainous area day and night, dragging abnormal prey to death in the chaos and dangers of the mountains.
What he lacks is not opportunities, but health and youth that will never come back.
Also walking in the muddy water, Ronan walked step by step, still playing with the wooden box he had just taken from Deng Chun. The mud under his feet seemed to be afraid of his presence, and separated automatically without exerting much force.
Then he walks naturally and lightly.
Lao Yao knows that there are such people, has seen such people, and vaguely heard one of his names today.
When he was young, he had imagined that one day he would become such a person, leading the homeless people, clearing the way to open up the mountains and forests, and becoming one of the most brilliant stars after the Great Distortion Era.
So back then, he looked at those people with longing and reserved eyes, observed and learned, but deliberately kept a distance to maintain his delicate self-esteem.
Now, the young man in front of him looks younger than those people. But looking at the young man's back, he always has the urge to rush to the front, throw himself in the mud, throw himself on the ground, and plead with the most humble posture
:
Help me, help me!
It's not that the boy is stronger than his goal back then, or that he has completely lost the courage to overcome obstacles, but that he knows the boundaries and limits of his abilities and urgently needs outside help.
He no longer sets limits on himself or challenges himself, but wants to use the simplest, fastest and most energy-saving path to solve the problems that trouble him. Before the fire of his life is completely burned out, give yourself,
Give a relatively reasonable explanation to those around you.
After all, we know that life is short, so why bother ourselves?
In a trance, Ronan's voice caught his ear: "The route is well planned. But there are some shabby roads that require abandoning the car and walking. Fries and the others can run, but you can't... You should know this."
"..."
It was expected, but he could not deal with it calmly because he was mentally prepared. Walking behind the mysterious young man who was helping him, Lao Yao did not dare or did not want to speak out to argue.
He could only answer with awkward silence.
But Ronan didn't go any further. Instead, he immediately changed the topic to a completely unrelated topic: "Are you seeking to enter the Hundun Order?"
"...It's the sect I belong to, the Awareness Sect."
"Same." Ronan didn't care about this small difference, "No matter the cause and effect in the world, the fact is that most people must first use tools before they can get on the road. This is the case for you, and the same is true for me."
"????????????????tool?"
"The mask of the Hundun Order is also a tool. Mr. Baifeng is very generous. I am not sure whether it is his true intention at the moment, but given your current situation, it is not a bad idea to follow the route of the Hundun Order."
Lao Yao could probably understand: Ronan wanted to push him on this road. After he just moved his mouth and came up with a route plan that was not original.
Mostly for Fries' sake.
Of course, Ronan himself is also kind-hearted, which is even more rare among "powerful people" who have both strength and authority.
Lao Yao's face was feeling hot, but it was not obvious on his face that had been damaged by time.
He was still unsure, and he didn't dare to be willful. He could only try his best to maintain such an atmosphere, hoping to eventually obtain the ideal realistic result.
He muttered in response: "We really need to go in and get a position..."
"Well, cut off from the Soul Religion while avoiding retaliation. This design is somewhat taken for granted and cannot be said to be completely safe, but it can be regarded as the highest limit that you can theoretically achieve if you make a jump."
"yes."
"So, what kind of mask do you want?"
"Well?"
The old medicine really can’t keep up with the rhythm. Even if the topics are the same, is it too far?
He was not used to Ronan's way of talking, but Ronan was very considerate. Although he kept walking in front without looking back, he explained two sentences specifically:
"You may not know much about the situation in the Hundun Order. Although the 'masks' all receive the blessing of Lord Baifeng, they are still different in some details, and there is a problem of 'matching degree'."
Lao Yao has vaguely heard of such things, but this is not a level that he and his "Awareness Sect" can currently consider.
Too luxurious.
So, he still couldn't answer.
Ronan followed the temptation well: "Let's put it another way, if you really regard Lord Baifeng as a god - you will join the religion, at least in name, right?"
"Uh, yes."
"Gods should be omnipotent. If that's the case, what problems do you hope this seemingly omnipotent existence can solve for you... Don't talk about the Soul Religion or the Lake City Government. Things that are too complicated are probably really useless.
Understand."
"..."
Ronan's patience was really good, and he continued to sort out Lao Yao's thoughts: "Don't think about things that are too illusory, just think about it personally."
What a wonderful feeling.
There was sticky mud under my feet, making it difficult to move; but under the guidance of the young man, my thoughts and imagination slowly broke away from the shackles of reality and danced around lightly.
Lao Yao almost lost his sense of the physical body, but only just barely.
No matter how beautiful his imagination is, it is just a blend and re-creation of his past experiences. As an adult, even if he fantasizes, he will definitely have the bitter and bitter taste of life if he cuts through it.
The constant numbness and itch at the connection between the prosthetic limb and the severed arm kept reminding him, and it also caused a dull pain all over the body - the changing weather between hot and cold was not very friendly to him.
He unconsciously pressed the itchy joint with a wry smile on his face.
Seeing Lao Yao's actions, Ronan nodded: "I think so."
"Uh, actually..."
"How did it break?"
Lao Yao was stunned, not because Ronan spoke too directly, but because he had forgotten.
In the years when the homeless man returned to the city, many years of hard work collapsed. He, who was still stubborn at the time, and his equally stubborn companions experienced too many scenes of chaos and despair. Broken arms are actually not a particularly deep memory, because at that time, even the arms
Even if it's broken, he can still resist.
But when will you no longer be able to resist?
Lao Yao's lag and silence made the quality of the dialogue between the two unable to improve. Ronan didn't care, he was talking and doing things at his own pace:
"Broken arms are not a problem in modern times. The problem lies in the loss of stable gene replication and expression capabilities. When a genetic species falls into this situation, the foundation of its establishment will collapse - in the era of distortion, powerful foreign genes are everywhere, and they continue to pollute and parasitize.
, this kind of environment is really not friendly enough for humans on earth.”
"Actually, it's quite a coincidence. I met a child some time ago who had a similar problem to yours. The symptoms were also on his arms. It's just that you are the first generation and are affected by external forces; he is the second generation and has suffered
Genetic issues. I promised him that I would research a good solution, but the more I thought about it, the more complicated it became."
After a pause, Ronan was also a little embarrassed: "I got off topic for some reason. Anyway, because I have been researching it, this is a project that I have in mind at the moment. In addition, inspired by Mr. Baifeng, there is currently a temporary solution.
method."
With that said, Ronan turned around and stood still, looking directly at Lao Yao's face.
Lao Yao subconsciously stopped, his face still blank, but his heart suddenly became hot.
But at this moment, he heard the rapid sound of the car horn.
Lao Yao had known for a long time that the two off-road vehicles behind him had been wading through the muddy water and followed them slowly, about ten meters away from them, making it convenient for them... and for Ronan to get on the bus.
The two cars had been very quiet, so it was extremely unusual for them to honk their horns so suddenly.
Lao Yao suddenly became alert.
He was almost useless, but his experience was still there. His eyes instinctively went to the completely blurred boundary between the debris flow and the embankment. After a short glance, he discovered a highly dangerous target.
The dark brown scales, almost the same color as the mudslide, were wrapped in mud and meandering around. This was a very strong protective color, but the fragile bank could not withstand its huge body, and a large piece collapsed.
Make it clearly exposed.
The car behind was quickly closing the distance, and Zhao Xi opened the window and shouted:
"Yin Dao Anaconda!" [Released using the new background, I don't know what it will be like. It will return to the normal update time tomorrow.