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Tang Zhangwei took people to buy a lot of old goods, but the old goods are not cheap, some old goods are more expensive than new goods, and some discontinued things, because some people are chasing them, its price is actually more expensive than new goods.

Fei Xuechun said with a smile: "After the general and Na Yanling were together, their tastes have changed. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "My taste has not changed, but I am still a little reluctant to give up those old things." ”

Fei Xuechun said: "The tide of the times is rolling forward, why do you, as a person with taste, have such strange ideas, you shouldn't and can't be confused by those things!" ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "It's not that I'm confused by those things, it's just that I'm working hard, and I hope I can make some achievements myself." ”

At the junction of the landslide and the passage, Richard tiredly searched the ground. His hopes dimmed. The black clouds almost pressed down on his head, and from time to time some fat raindrops fell on the back of his head, which he looked down for.

He had a glimmer of hope that Karen had passed the silver lining, only to separate from him and move on. She carries the bones that Eddie gave her, which will keep her safe. She should be able to pass. But he also wears teeth, and Eddie says he won't be seen by them, but the shadows chase them anyway. It seemed strange that the shadow didn't start moving until after dark, starting at the big cracked rock. Why didn't they chase it in the first place?

There is not a trace of it. It's been a long time since any creature has passed through the Ray of Heaven. Weariness and despair soaked his body and mind again, and the cold wind blew away the forest cloak that wrapped around him, as if to push him forward, away from the sky.

All hope was gone, and he turned to the passage again, towards Middle-earth.

He had only taken a few steps when a thought suddenly stopped him.

If Karen had simply been separated from him, if she thought that hell had swallowed him, if she thought she had lost him and that she was left alone, would she move on and into Middle-earth? Alone?

No.

No. She'll definitely go back. Return to the magician.

It was useless for her to go to Middle-earth alone. She needed help, and that's why she came to the Western Continent.

The only hope for the lost explorer is the magician.

Richard didn't dare to expect much from the idea, but it wasn't far from where he had wrestled with the shadows, from where he had lost her. He couldn't just walk away without going back to check it out, to confirm. He forgot about his tiredness and rushed back into the sky.

A green glow welcomed his return. Follow his footsteps back, and in a moment he finds the place where he struggles with the shadows.

His footprints were scattered across a muddy landslide, showing the intensity of the battle. He was amazed at the extent to which the battle was spreading. He didn't remember going around so many times, going forward and going back so far. But he also didn't remember the battle very clearly, except for the last part.

With a spasm, he saw what he was looking for. The footsteps of the two of them, together, and then hers, alone.

His heart pounded as he followed her footsteps, hoping that the high ones were in pain, wishing that the footprints hadn't entered the walls of the barrier. He crouched down to examine them, touched them. Her trails wandered for a moment, looking bewildered, and then they stopped, turning. There the trail leads in the other direction, a trail that goes back.

Karen's Footprints.

Richard stood up suddenly, breathing heavily, his pulse pounding. The green light around him lit up.

He didn't know how far she had gone. It took them almost a night of laborious strength to pass through the first line of heaven. That's because he didn't know where the passage was. He looked down at the footprints on the dirt floor. He knows now.

He must go fast, and he must not be afraid to enter the first line of heaven again. He remembered in his mind what Zod had told him when he gave him the Sword of Truth, that the power of anger, as the magician had said, would give him the power to be desperate.

The explorer drew his sword, and a distinctive, clear metallic sound filled the early morning air. A flood of anger engulfed him. Without any other thoughts, Richard slammed into the passageway, chasing the footprints. He jogged in the cold mist, the pressure of the barrier walls pushing against him. He does not slow down when the footsteps turn, forward or backward, but instead uses his feet in the other direction to change his body's center of gravity so that he can follow the footsteps.

Maintaining a steady, tolerable pace, he passed the first line of heaven before noon. Twice, he saw shadows floating in the passage. They didn't move, and they didn't seem to see him. Richard rushed forward, the sword of truth in front of him. Even without faces, they looked surprised when they were torn apart by the sword.

Without slowing down, he dashed over the cracked boulder and kicked a Greber away. He paused to breathe less. Seeing her footprints through a glimmer of heaven was a feeling of relief that simply suffocated him. Now, her footprints will be hard to see on forest passes, but it doesn't matter. He knew where she was going, and he knew she had made it through safely. Knowing that Karen was still alive, he wanted to cry with joy.

He knew that he was getting closer to her, and the mist had not yet had time to soften the sharp edges of her footprints, just as he had seen them for the first time. After dawn, she must have followed their tracks rather than the pressure of the barrier walls looking for a passage, otherwise he would have caught up with her a long time ago. Clever girl, he thought, will use the mind.

Richard scurried all the way down the passage, keeping his sword—and his rage—outside. He didn't waste time stopping to look for her footprints, but on any soft and muddy soil, he looked down, checked, and slowed down a little. After running through a mossy field, he came to a bare soil with footprints on it. He looked down as usual as he ran.

What he saw made him stop suddenly, and he fell unprepared. With his palms and knees propped up on the ground, he studied the footprints. His eyes widened.

A man's boot mark was almost three times the size of hers, partially obscuring part of her footprint. There was no doubt that he knew whose footprint it was: the last member of the Quartet.

Anger turned his trot into a deadly gallop. Branches and stones flashed by, not even distinguishing their image. He was preoccupied with navigating the passage and avoiding accidentally rushing into the barrier, not so much because he feared for his own safety, but because he knew that he couldn't save Karen if he got lost.

(End of chapter)

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