Zheng Yi watched the whole process of making spirit armor in Lao Wei's workshop.

I have to say that this is a tedious process, I can neither see what kind of means Lao Wei used, nor can I feel the happiness brought by the change of metal. Maybe others feel the same way when they see his treatment, so the "doctor" protagonist in the novel often becomes a bizarre mage-like who specializes in outputting and fighting monsters.

That's so unstylish.

Zheng Yi recalled the process just now, and found that the only sound and light effect was when the evil spirit was extracted. The black-purple light was drawn from the plate armor and thrown into the furnace. As a result, a dark wind blew in the closed basement, and there was a faint sound of evil spirits screaming and wailing.

And then it's gone.

Presumably because the light emitted by the casting sequence is too similar to the light of fire, their spirit body is based on fiery red.

"Alright." Lao Wei used his skills to cool down the belt that emitted a dark red glow and restore it to a bright silver color.

Zheng Yi put on a new belt and didn't feel special. Because Ah Jiu had been waiting on it for a long time, he didn't delay much, wrapped in a very ordinary black nylon cloak and went upstairs directly, and got into the container of the truck.

Lao Wei Mu sent Zheng Yi to the car.

"I'll let you know if there's news." Zheng Yi leaned on the door of the car and waved goodbye to Lao Wei.

Zheng Yi embarked on the road of searching for the memories of his predecessor. If there is anything that can help Lulu, except for a hidden organization whose survival is unknown, it is only the memory of the little sister of Sequence 2.

Lao Wei nodded slowly with the only remaining glimmer of hope.

In the morning light, the truck started and sped out of the city.

The light in the container of the large truck is the only source of light for the fully enclosed container. He saw that there were three tin boxes inside, the same size, one meter each in length, width and height. When the chest was opened, there were gold bricks stacked without gaps.

Zheng Yi only glanced at it and closed the lid. He was now immune to gold, after all, it had the same price as water in its origin. If you calculate the accounts carefully, Zheng Yi will definitely lose more than exchanging water for gold, but as a great power who travels the world, will he care about this little matter with others?

One cubic meter of gold weighs nearly twenty tons, and Lao Wei has prepared three boxes, nearly sixty tons, no wonder it can only be distributed by large trucks.

Zheng Yi is very glad that he has a belt, as long as he earns Rhinemo, he doesn't have to be dragged down by these vulgar metals.

Ah Jiu roughly guessed who the person in the car was. However, in order to avoid being "soul tortured" or hypnotized, he could not confirm Zheng Yi's identity, and could only be transported as a guest who was unwilling to reveal his identity. Twenty kilometers after walking out of the Crucible City, Ah Jiu couldn't see any living creatures or metal objects from the radar, and slowly stopped.

Zheng Yi wrapped himself in a black nylon cloak and got out of the car, took out the chocobo, and galloped away. He honked his horn three times to say goodbye.

The truck honked back, wishing him a good journey.

Zheng Yi galloped along the looming sandy road to the northeast. This is the closest path to the east that Crucible City can give, and only by climbing the geographical ladder can Zheng Yi find the Munch who posted a small advertisement. Only by finding Munch can it be possible to find out where the address left by the young lady is.

Three hundred years ago, when the young lady left the shelter number, she probably didn't expect that her successor couldn't even find a single coordinate. Even Crucible City, which is the center of the region, does not have latitude and longitude coordinates for these shelters.

This cast a haze on Zheng Yi's heart. If Munch can't find the coordinates, or if these shelters have been abandoned for three hundred years, where can he inherit his precious spiritual legacy?

More likely than that, the shelter is still there, and the container where the young lady stores her memories is gone.

After all, in three hundred years, even the demigods of Sequence 4 have become white bones.

However, Zheng Yi soon stopped worrying.

After running for three hours in the desert, he came to the edge of a canyon. According to the map given to him by Lao Wei, there should be a land bridge connecting the two sides. However, this news was obviously not updated in time, and Zheng Yi only saw the remnants of the land bridge, which was disconnected about thirty meters in the middle.

As soon as he took the first step, he was blocked by the moat.

Zheng Yi walked to the top of the broken bridge. Although the distance between them is only 30 meters, the height difference is also 30 meters, and even if you have been playing stunts since you were a child, you have to kneel here. He stood on top of the canyon with his waist crossed, looking down to see the bottom, and there were no bridges to the left and right.

Just as Zheng Yi was thinking about going back to Crucible City to build a super long ladder, there was a buzz in the distance.

A plane flew in from the east.

Zheng Yi was stunned:

It's really an old-fashioned propeller plane with double-layer wings, as if from a historical documentary, and there are pilots on it.

According to the technology of this world, buying a motorcycle with wings is more reliable than this kind of airplane!

The plane circled above Zheng Yi's head, pressed its wings downward, and the pilot shouted with a megaphone:

"100 yuan ferry fee!"

Zheng Yi has seen a black car, and it is the first time he has seen a black plane...... The pilot actually held a loudspeaker and made an offer.

"I pay with premium water." Zheng Yi shouted at the top of his voice.

The pilot swayed his wings from side to side and circled again.

Zheng Yi wondered in his heart: After this hurdle, the premium water will be unattractive?

The plane turned around and came back, and the pilot shouted with a loudspeaker:

"Get your motorcycle out of the way and take up my track!"

Zheng Yi really didn't notice the "runway", and hurriedly went over to move the motorcycle.

The pilot was finally able to land smoothly.

Zheng Yi observed this old biplane nearby and found that he was a little arbitrary just now. The wings and fuselage of this aircraft are made of special plastics, which are thin and tough, and the technical level can definitely catch up with the early aluminum aircraft.

"What did you just say you paid for?" The pilot jumped out of the cockpit with both hands on his hands.

Zheng Yi found out that he was wearing a standard motorcyclist suit. This outfit has brought him a lot of convenience and enjoyment, but now he has upgraded.

It's just that the pilots don't see it that way.

In the eyes of the pilots, this messenger was a little bad. Riding a classic Chocobo, it can be seen that it has been modified. Except for the tires, which are relatively high-end, everything else is cheap. No matter how poor other messengers are, they will get a knight's suit, but the one in front of me who can't even afford to wear a knight's suit, wrapped in a cloak used by coolies to cover his shame, seems to be ......

Armour?!

The pilot instantly took out his gun and pointed it at Zheng Yi: "I advise you to be smarter." ”

Zheng Yi is wearing a heart shield, a divine shield, a holy shield, and five layers of armor, is he afraid of a pistol?

He said calmly: "I just want to go over." ”

Seeing that Zheng Yi was so frank, the pilot also eliminated his hostility, put away his gun, and said:

"One hundred people, one hundred motorcycles, two hundred in total."