But that guy ......

Xia Ren thought about it, but forgot it.

Now, all he can trust is his own strength.

However, due to the influence of the fungus, Xia Ren's strength has been greatly weakened, and he must find a way to improve his strength to deal with the upcoming crisis, but at present, the only way to improve his strength most quickly is to enter the ancient dream, or complete the first chapter of the Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Sutra, but whether it is the ancient dream fragment or the magic book, it is something that he cannot obtain in a short time.

However, it is not without hope.

Xia Ren remembered that there was still an item left in his old house in Jupiter City that he had almost forgotten, and he asked Qin Yun to go back to get that item.

"Hopefully it will go well."

Xia Ren prayed silently in his heart.

When he came out this time, he only brought one containment with him, except for the rootless water that had become one with him, and the ear picking spoon of the coward.

Xia Ren looked out the window, subconsciously playing with a cube of metal in his hand, feeling the cold temperature brought by the other party.

The airplane announcements began to alert passengers to their approaching destination, and not long after, the plane slowly came to a halt on the runway with a slight jolt.

Xia Ren closed his eyes, leaning on the fungus on the back of his left hand, and he could vaguely sense the location of the infidel, which was in the city.

Taking a deep breath, he sat up from his seat.

When he was about to step out of the plane, on the side of the exit, a slender male flight attendant with some dark skin showed a hearty smile to Xia Ren and said:

"Have a nice trip."

Xia Ren nodded politely at him, not paying attention.

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This is the city of Dallas, which is on the edge of the metropolitan Maryland, where the warm and humid winds from the ocean pass through and keep out the cold winds of the Infinity Ice Field, so the temperature in the city has risen above 20 degrees Celsius even though it is almost December.

A hundred kilometers further east of Dallas is another metropolis, Los Santos.

Los Santos is close to the ocean and is one of the closest regions to the North State mainland, with nearly a quarter of the goods between the two continents relying on its ports.

As early as 700 years ago, the predecessor of Los Santos was the notorious "Pirate Country" in history.

Relying on the geographical advantages, people living here often robbed cargo ships, or forcibly collected goods at very low prices, and then resold them to the mainland at a bargain price, causing misery for merchants from other continents and locals in Xizhou.

Under the long-term monopoly, Los Santos has developed several great families, united with each other, deeply rooted, although Los Santos has changed hands several times, and the army from the interior of the Western Continent has set foot in this place countless times, but the strong dragon does not suppress the snake, and the banner of "Pirate Country" has never fallen, until the Supreme Alliance government appears on the Blue Star.

Under the authority of the Arbitration Court, the pirate nation held out for three hundred years before it was finally eliminated and renamed Los Santos.

But even so, the major families entrenched here have not completely disappeared, but have moved to the shadows, and the habits left over from history have also led to the local people's fierce customs, and the crime rate can be ranked in the top ten even in the 800 capitals of Blue Star.

Under the influence of Los Santos, the city of Dallas is in a similar situation, or even worse, but Los Santos is close to the coast, rich in resources, crime is mainly concentrated in civilian areas, and it is relatively prosperous near the city center.

Dallas is already an inland city, with a lack of resources, a high crime rate that destroys the economy, and the more people lose jobs, the more crime increases, so they can only fall into a loop.

To put it mildly, there is little left of the city except chaos.

Xia Ren traveled from the airport all the way through the center of the city to the suburbs on the other side, almost across the entire city.

The prosperity had nothing to do with the place, and the most he saw on the streets were shops closed during the day, homeless people lying on the side of the road, and a large number of prostitutes.

I heard that the Dallas legislature was determined to revive the economy and crack down on rioters, so it used various welfare temptations to attract some capital to invest here, build high-rise buildings in the city, and open many shops to change the bad status quo.

However, the locals of Dallas often spontaneously organized "zero-dollar purchases", and the capitalists who were coaxed by the council did not expect that the people of the city would go down an unimagined path and prostitute themselves in turn, so the capitalists who could not afford to wear pants carried the train overnight and left the city forever.

The empty shops that Xia Ren saw along the way were almost all traces left by that period.

However, he came to this city for a clear purpose, he didn't care about the surrounding scene, and he didn't want to have any intersection with ordinary people, provided that they didn't mess with him.

"It's in the wrong direction."

Xia Ren sat in a taxi without air conditioning and filled with unusual noises in the interior, alerting the driver.

The latter laughed absentmindedly, and Xia Ren lifted his laughter with a bit of undisguised threat and disdain for outsiders.

"Don't worry, I've been driving for so many years, I'm familiar with this place, and there will be no problem."

The driver did not lose his throttle and sped through the suburban roads full of potholes.

His self-confidence is not unreasonable, the out-of-town tourists who have been slaughtered in his hands have been in the triple digits over the years, and there has indeed never been a problem.

But the driver didn't know who he was pulling this time.

Xia Ren sat in the passenger seat and was bumped into the roof several times.

He had lost his patience and didn't have the heart to argue with the driver anymore.

Half a minute later, the vehicle continued to drive on the road, and Xia Ren drove the car alone, heading in the direction of the infidel in the sense.

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Just outside of Dallas, there's a small town.

Compared to the chaotic urban area, it is significantly more peaceful.

In the middle of the town, there is a church, which is rarely visited, but recently there are more and more sick people in the town, so the number of people who come to pray has gradually increased.

By noon, most of the town's residents had gone home for dinner, and there were fewer people on the streets.

A figure wrapped in a black robe entered the church through a side door and headed straight for the priest's apartment.

As soon as he entered the room, he faced the bedroom, fell to his knees, and shouted in a hoarse throat:

"Priest!"

The bedroom door was open, but there was a curtain on the door that made it difficult to see inside.

"Joe, do you know why I got you back?"

There was a loud voice from the bedroom, and the head of the cultist named Joe hung even lower.

"Thankfully, the priest has mercy."

There was silence in the bedroom for a while, and then he suddenly said, "Yesterday Tom came back, and brought the relics back at the same time, Joe, and you?" What did you do? What about the other two? ”

Joe suddenly raised his head:

"Father, listen to me."

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Xia Ren had just driven into the town when he suddenly found that the connection between himself and the infidels had disappeared.