With a bang~, Song Yong, who rushed out of the space-time passage, slammed open the door of the bathroom, and then, in a dog-eating posture, he lay on the ground in an extremely embarrassed manner.

Ignoring the position of his arms and palms, he was rubbed against the gravel on the ground in a sharp pain.

As soon as Song Yong regained his eyesight, he quickly turned his head and looked towards the bathroom behind him.

Until I saw that the space-time passage that could occupy most of the bathroom in its heyday is now rapidly becoming smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Eventually, it became only the size of a teacup, and it was no longer possible for normal creatures to pass through.

Song Yongcai lay on the ground like a five-body cast, and after his cheeks were attached to the cold ground, his mouth breathed a heavy sigh of relief:

Damn! It's finally safe.

Without any image, he lay on the ground like a maggot for a while before Song Yong had the strength to get up.

Even so, not only could he feel his chest, which was still aching after the overload, but at the same time, his whole body was also sore, and he couldn't exert his strength.

From the discovery of the wild boar herd, to the beginning of the escape, and finally to the safe arrival of the modern plane.

In fact, it took a total of about 20 minutes, but because of the extreme mental tension, his physical exertion was amazing.

After getting up from the ground with encouragement, Song Yong, who breathed in the stuffy air in the room, found that he didn't have the huge surprise of the so-called aftermath of the catastrophe.

Even the euphoria of returning to civilization is not at all obvious.

On the contrary, in the short period of escape before, the scene of the leader Big Tooth being knocked into the air and spurting blood in his mouth kept surging in his mind.

Something called guilt tormented him like a devil, making his mind chaotic and unable to calm down.

For this reason, Song Yong punched down with some indignation and slammed it on the ground.

He scolded viciously: "Da Yan, that old guy is stupid, and I didn't tell him to break it; even if the old guy dies like this, he doesn't care about Lao Tzu and me." ”

"Could it be that after Lao Tzu is broken like a sand sculpture, those guys with big teeth will survive? No, they will all die, yes, it must be like this. ”

After venting like this, Song Yong seemed to convince himself.

Then, with the help of the flame of the lighter in his hand, he searched around the room, and when he found a small half of the cigarette butt on the ground, he even had a smile on his face.

I don't know how long it has been since this small half of the cigarette butt was thrown to the ground.

After igniting it, Song Yong, who took a slight puff, complained with disgust: "The five pieces of real dragon smoke are still a little damp and moldy, and they are not easy to smoke at all." ”

Spit and complain, which does not hinder Song Yong's instinctive honest performance at all.

This thing took a hard puff, so that the small half of the cigarette butt immediately burned off nearly half of the length.

With two thick puffs of smoke, after spewing out of Song Yong's nose, a little relaxed expression finally appeared on the face of this goods.

It seems that even such a damp cigarette butt still makes the hanging, who hasn't smoked for a week, feel a sense of good experience that has not been seen for a long time.

Or rather: In fact, in the heart of this thing, there has never been a real relief for the shameful escape he just had......

I experienced a lot of excitement, and I always seemed relatively calm after encountering things.

After smoking the small half of the cigarette butt until it was completely extinguished, Song Yong decided to face the reality and go to the general's body first, so that he could look like a person.

Counting the time before the primordial plane, the tattered clothes on his body had not been changed for at least ten days.

Every day, under the heavy physical work, sweating is like water.

At this moment, the strong smell exuded from his body simply made Song Yong himself a little disgusted with himself.

After picking out a fairly clean change of clothes from the mat on the ground, Song Yong, who had changed into slippers, took the bottle of dish soap with him, opened the door of the simple room and walked out.

Song Yong opened the door of the room and looked at the dark sky outside, and then realized one thing: the time flow rate of the two planes is definitely not exactly the same.

Other words:

After a week's journey to the Otherworld, he didn't know how much time had passed since the modern plane.

Before he traveled to the Primordial Age Plane, the extremely rare heavy rainstorm had now stopped.

At this moment, large water droplets are still sliding from the roof from time to time, indicating that the time when this heavy rain has stopped has not passed too long.

In addition, he remembered that the contents of the room had not been turned over.

The above two points show that the time should not have passed too long, otherwise for such a big treasure chest, where will the other Sanhe gods miss it.

For this reason, Song Yong can be sure of one thing: the time passage of the primordial era plane should be faster.

As for the specific proportion of time flow rate, he still needs to figure out when the modern plane is here before he can estimate it......

Song Yong, walking in flip-flops, walked in the quiet park for nearly ten minutes before finally arriving at his destination: a green belt in the northwest corner of the park.

According to his memory, there was a faucet hidden in the green belt, which was used to water the nearby green belt.

After groping and turning on the faucet, Song Yong, who confirmed that there was no one nearby, quickly pulled himself a fine light, planning to take a bath last time, I don't know how many days apart.

Even if it is the season of the deep market, it is still a hot August.

The tap water in the early morning after the heavy rain, Song Yong, who was still frozen, was a little shivering.

It's just that even so, Song Yong, who was holding a plastic water pipe, still wet himself all over, squeezed a lot of dish soap, and then rubbed himself hard.

By the light of a street lamp not far away, Song Yong could clearly see that a stream of black water like ink flowed down from his hair.

In the end, Song Yong, who felt that a layer of skin had been rubbed off all over his body, ended this long-lost washing.

When I put on a fairly clean change of clothes, this thing almost screamed out comfortably.

At this time, the sky on the horizon began to turn a little white, and after putting the old clothes that had rotted into beggars and stuffed them into the trash can, Song Yong went back to the simple house for a short time.

He put on his backpack again, changed into socks, put on his sneakers, and went out again.

When he went out, he didn't forget to hold a paint pen on the ground and wrote a neat line of large characters on the door of the room: Heavy construction, it is strictly forbidden to enter.

With such a warning, Song Yong was not sure whether the simple room would be occupied by other gods after he left.

The problem is that he has a reason why he has to leave:

He needs a job, he doesn't want to be paralyzed, he wants to live like a normal person.

From beginning to end, Song Yong never thought about the choice of returning to his hometown, because it was a far more difficult choice for him to make than a personal change.

Walking in the park in the early morning, Song Yong said softly to himself:

Please, please live as a human being in the future.