Wet poison, Uttar Pradesh.

Most of the administrative divisions in the world named after their location have a relatively astonishing land area, and the humid state of Uttar Pradesh is not only half the size of a country, but also has an exaggerated population of 200 million.

However, the vast majority of the 200 million people are engaged in agricultural production, which is enough to support their families, and there is no need to hope for a fortune.

"Didi!!"

Four-wheeled, three-wheeled, two-wheeled, intact, defective, no door, all kinds of vehicles shuttle through the wet and toxic streets, and the piercing sound of horns is non-stop, if you live on both sides of the road, it is definitely a skill to be able to sleep peacefully.

Sanfu thought that he would be abrupt when he got wet poison, but the situation was exactly the opposite of what he thought.

He was wrapped in shabby clothes, and his face was covered with black dust, but fortunately he had no hair after the fire, otherwise he would have solidified into disgusting wisps after wisps under the days of hurrying.

But there is no shortage of figures like him on the streets of the damp and poisonous town, especially in the slums, some are forced by life, some are mentally abnormal, and some are practitioners of unknown sects.

Under the backdrop of peers, the three burials were at most non-mainstream in the crowd and did not attract too many people's attention.

"I can't keep running here anymore." The three burials sighed.

The journey from Lucia to Wet Poison was more troublesome than he had imagined, and as the crowds became denser and denser, his speed had to be reduced, and he could no longer make a path like when he was in a no-man's land.

And the path he traveled out of is very obvious, the three burials are estimated to have been discovered now, I don't know how many people will be frightened by this sudden path, this is really a sin.

"Do you want to drink sugar cane juice?" Seeing him standing here for a long time, a street vendor accosted tentatively.

As he spoke, the vendor shook the juicer in his hand.

He first puts the peeled sugarcane into a drum at one end of the machine, then shakes the robotic arm to squeeze out the sugarcane juice, and finally puts it on the board in a disposable plastic cup, which is an original wet-flavored sugarcane juice.

"No need, thank you."

The vendors speak curry-flavored English, and the three burials are sushi-flavored.

If it were up to the people of Britton to tell which English was more understandable, curry-flavored English would be better.

Listening to the English in the mouth of the three burials, the vendor was slightly stunned.

The accent doesn't look like a local, but it looks like an ascetic from somewhere else.

"Free, for you." The peddler smiled and handed the sugar cane juice over from the board, "I admire ascetics like you the most. ”

"This, thank you, thank you." The three burials took the sugarcane juice in surprise, and put their hands together with a sincere smile on their faces.

Although most of the damp poison people believe in the damp poison religion, and the Buddhists are almost extinct, the ritual of clasping hands has long been deeply rooted in the custom of damp poison people, or the ritual of clasping hands may have been the etiquette of the ancestors of damp poison at the earliest, and then integrated into Buddhism.

This cup of sweet sugarcane juice went down to the stomach, and the three burials only felt extremely comfortable. It didn't matter to him whether the roadside stall was clean or not, whether it was clear or not, anyway, with a non-human transcendent body, ordinary things had no way to make him eat bad stomach.

Although most of the peddler's beliefs were in the Wet Poison Sect, the three burials still prayed for him and blessed him.

But without further ado, now that he has arrived in the wet and poisonous state of Uttar Pradesh, it is not far from the land of water, but if it is too late, it will be in vain.

After a short rest, the three burials disappeared in the vast sea of people.

After the damp poison, many things become simpler, not only the dress and incomprehensible temperament, but also in the case of mastering English, such as traveling, talking and identifying landmarks are extremely convenient, but if you meet a villager in the countryside who speaks Hindi, the three burials will be blind with a wry smile.

He walked briskly through the city, looking for his goal.

"Woooooooooo The whistle of the train sounded not far away, and the faces of the three burials showed joy.

That's what he's looking for!

There were trains moving slowly on the train tracks ahead, and there were no guardrails or ravines outside the tracks.

Tracks are laid over vast lands, cutting through the plains to the mountains, connecting human communities in an economic and military sense, and although the speed of less than 100 kilometers per hour is not enough to see in front of other modern means of transportation, the 'advantage' of riding a train in the humidity is that the brave do not have to buy tickets.

The train that has just started is slow, and it takes some distance to reach a speed of seventy or eighty kilometers per hour.

I saw a few young men with neat hands and feet grasping the bulge outside the carriage like wet poisonous wild monkeys, and then climbed up effortlessly three times and five by two, turning over and climbing onto the top of the carriage.

This look is a veteran who is proficient in this way, and he can't reach such a level of smoothness without a lot of tempering.

Some people hang the train to avoid fares, while others dislike that the train is too crowded inside, so they choose this 'open-air' carriage.

The three burials looked at the train number and found a train heading east, which should be able to reach the Wet Poison State that the tall figure in the underground world said, as for the specific city that he couldn't reach, he walked over on his feet.

"Amitabha, sin, what a sin."

The third funeral is the first time to evade fares, but the matter is urgent, and I believe that the Buddha will not blame him for the little mistakes he made to save the common people.

The train to the east has gradually picked up speed, and some of the wet poison people who didn't have time to pick up the train have also stopped, giving up their bold ideas, and now they are not bold but sent to death when they get on the train.

But Sanfu didn't give up, he took two long legs, and his speed increased even more than that of a train.

"That guy is chasing a train?"

"If you can't catch up, even if you catch up, you can't catch it at such a fast speed."

"This guy is running so fast, is he an athlete?"

The damp man remembered that when the Olympic sprint champions talked about their childhood, they would say that they liked to race with cars, and the ascetic-looking people not far away were not some kind of track and field athletes?

After holding it parallel to the train for a second or two, one side of the body of the three burials jumped towards the train, and the height brought by the jump was comparable to that of a high jumper.

This was the result of his deliberate suppression of power, otherwise he would have jumped to the top of the carriage in the blink of an eye.

With his powerful physique, he doesn't need much skill to pull off jaw-dropping moves.

"Good, so strong."

The young people on the roof of the carriage looked at the three burial monks who seemed to be flying in, and gave a thumbs up in admiration.

The whining train went forward, and with a wry smile, the three burials had to do this kind of white prostitution with a clear conscience.