Fang Fan fell from the rooftop. Every time he fell, he used his hands to gently use his hands on the window sill to fall down one level at a time until he landed on the fourth floor. Fang Fan even waved to a group of men and women at the window.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" A girl hugged her boyfriend and said dissatisfiedly.
The boy pointed outside blankly.
"Fang Fan jumped off the building."
"What?"
The girl was surprised and looked directly over to see.
"No way, no one down here is nice at all..." The girl turned around and said dissatisfiedly, but before she could finish her words, her mouth was blocked.
"Well......"
.......
Fang Fan landed lightly on the first floor, rolled over, lost his momentum, and ran into the forest with his spear in hand.
After entering the forest, Fang Fan did not run around aimlessly, but moved towards the northwest in an interesting direction, climbing up the treetops from time to time to determine his direction.
In front, you can vaguely see a dangerous peak with cliffs on three sides. What's even more surprising is that at the top of the cliff, there is a cliff. The cliff looks extremely steep.
However, Lu Xun was right when he said, Wangshan is a dead horse.
Even though he could vaguely see the top of the mountain and the cliff, Fang Fan still ran for a long time before reaching the foot of the mountain.
However, even after reaching the foot of the mountain, Fang Fan still searched for a long time before he found the trail up the mountain that the bandit captives had mentioned.
The trail is hidden in a small depression. If you didn't know it in advance, it would be difficult to find it.
Along the trail, Fang Fan climbed the mountain carefully.
There are still dense trees here on the trail. Only the flattened shrubs and hard soil under the trees can tell that there is a trail here.
Going up, halfway up, Fang Fan discovered that there were no trees on the trail, there was nothing, it was bare, the view was very good, and there was no way to hide anyone.
What's more important is that at the bottom of the mountain, this trail is not visible at all, even if there are no trees here.
Seeing this, Fang Fan became more careful, but when he went up, except for a few checkpoints, he didn't see anyone.
There were only corpses on the ground with their heads exploded or their bodies cut into two pieces.
After passing several checkpoints, Fang Fan could faintly see the top of the mountain.
There is a larger territory on the top of the mountain, and a mountain village is located on it, and the tall village gate blocks the exit of the trail.
Fang Fan had to sigh that there was a reason why these bandits could exist and grow stronger and were not captured by the officers and soldiers.
However, in the heavily defended mountain stronghold, a sudden cliff suddenly appeared somewhere, directly squeezing the structures of the mountain stronghold away, leaving the place in chaos.
On top of this cliff, a huge bird's nest could be faintly seen built on it. Under the blazing sunlight, Fang Fan could also see a golden reflection.
"It seems those bandits didn't fool me. The golden goshawk I saw before did indeed build a nest here."
Fang Fan glanced up fearfully, not knowing what level this mutated goshawk was.
But one thing is absolutely certain, that is, you can never afford to offend him, and it will not be much more difficult for the other party to strangle you than to breathe.
"But, you're not at home now?"
Discovering this, Fang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, as his trip would not have been in vain.
However, Fang Fan still became more cautious. He placed his feet lightly and walked forward quietly without making a sound.
And during this process, even the breathing became longer and longer, almost inaudible, and I slowly walked into the village.
However, he still murmured: "The main thing is that kind of rope. Everything else doesn't matter. It's not very important. But that kind of rope and its formula must be obtained."
Fang Fan couldn't help but think of what those bandits said.
"Our boss can make a kind of rope. This kind of rope is half thinner than the little finger, but it is very strong. Please feel free to use a rope to drop a thousand kilograms of things. Even a three-year-old child can hold it.
Well, we saw it was blood red, so we called it a blood rope.
When we were in the mountains, supplies were pulled up from the cliff using blood ropes.
It's just that only the head master knows how to make the blood rope. He always only lets his confidants do it, and no one else can take a second look.
The production workshop is located at the very back of Bandits, next to the meeting hall."
If several bandits hadn't said it in different rooms with no contact with each other, Fang Fan wouldn't have believed it at all. You know, the performance of high-fiber ropes made with high technology is no more than this.
Now some people actually say that a clay workshop from the Three Kingdoms period can make ropes that are comparable to modern high-tech fiber ropes.
In the past, Fang Fan turned around and left without saying a word, but now... Fang Fan believed it.
Walking quietly under the eaves, in the shadows, cautiously moved towards the depths of the cottage.
During this period, I even entered a bandit's house out of curiosity, but soon walked out with a look of disgust.
Looking back, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.
"Poor guy."
Later, even if Fang Fan saw the bandit's house, he stopped going in and went straight to the location where the workshop might be.
After walking around several houses and arriving at the deepest part of the village, Fang Fan immediately saw a room in the innermost part that looked very tight at first sight.
When he got closer, he saw that the door was open and Fang Fan walked straight in. As soon as he entered, Fang Fan saw stone platforms with some wild animals on them. There was also a cut on the wild beasts, exposing a piece of stuff.
Fang Fan went over and saw that it was a piece of animal sinew, half of which had been pulled out.
Seeing this, Fang Fan had a vague suspicion in his mind.
Walking further inside, I saw more things, which further confirmed Fang Fan's guess.
Behind is a wooden barrel. I don’t know what was put in the barrel. It was scarlet red. Fang Fan used the long spoon in the barrel to scoop it out. The animal sinews floated in it and stretched out like smooth and supple ones.
Vermicelli.
Inside, dozens of tough animal sinews were woven together using unique techniques to form a single body.
Fang Fan picked up a semi-finished product, grabbed it with one hand, and pulled hard.
As his strength increased bit by bit, Fang Fan's face gradually turned red, but he still did not dare to make too much noise, and the semi-finished product did not change much.
The semi-finished product was disconnected and flicked on Fang Fan's hand. The handle turned red, and the loud sound made Fang Fan move down. His body froze. After waiting for a long time and finding no movement, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He took out his spear and cut it, but it couldn't be cut. The cutting was difficult, which made Fang Fan even more satisfied.
Fang Fan held a piece of blood-red, crystal-clear blood-red rope in his hand, but suddenly, he was stunned.
No, it's not just as simple as weaving the tendons, there seems to be something similar to glue that sticks each piece of the tendons together so tightly that they can't be separated at all.
"The formula, we must get the formula." Fang Fan murmured, raising his head and looking to the side, where the big boss lived.
After a while, a gray-faced Fang Fan walked out of the room, carrying a bundle of blood ropes on his shoulders and holding an animal skin in his hand, with some excitement on his face.
Quietly exited and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a huge bird's nest on the top of the cliff.
