The wind came in the back of his head, and at the last moment, Luthor hurriedly turned back.

In the field of vision, a blackened wooden stick slowly grows larger, making intimate contact with the forehead. The dull percussion sound is transmitted through the frontal bone into the ossicles, where it is infinitely amplified in the brain.

Airplanes~

The eyes began to darken, and it seemed that Venus had appeared.

When there was a loud bang, the glowing coordinate display fell to the ground, and Luthor's whole body was still foggy, and then it went soft to the ground, and it seemed that human voices could be heard in the confusion.

"It's... Is it human? ”

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's just a moment.

Captain Lu woke up faintly and found that the whole person was leaning on the foul-smelling garbage heap, shaking his body a few times and standing up, looking at the surrounding environment.

This is not the place where you were attacked! It seems to be a hub in the sewers, and the space is unusually large, and you can hear the sound of the water and the sound of garbage dumping.

With a ceiling height of less than two meters and a space of 50 square meters, two huge sewage pipes not far from the front of the eyes, from which sewage gushes out and flows out of the waterway in front of you, and the entire sewage river occupies almost all the space.

As the sewage rushed, Luthor took a step back, his foot unsteady on a metal bearing, and sat on the garbage pile behind him.

A garbage heap consisting of various metal remains, domestic waste, and the occasional decomposing corpse of an unknown animal began to collapse, and all kinds of metal remains, rusty iron nails, metal rods, nuts, and armor pieces fell to the damp ground beneath their feet, making a sound that was not crisp. It seems very sudden in an empty space.

Before Luthor could come back to his senses, an old voice suddenly appeared on the wall on the left side of the space.

"Woke up? Don't pestle, come in! ”

Luthor looked in the direction of the sound, and saw only mossy walls on either side of the waterway, and no doors or people were found.

"Did you find the entrance? Wait! ”

The sound sounded again, and Luthor approached the source of the sound, and was quite sure that the sound came from the wall on the left side of the waterway, but the mossy wall had no doorway, and his heart trembled, it could not be that he had run into something unclean.

His heart rate increased instantly, and with a mouthful of saliva, Luthor stretched out his right hand and began to grope around the wall.

Knock knock!

Fingers tapped against the walls, and the dull tapping of masonry was heard. The walls are not hollow, have you really encountered a ghost?

Just as he was about to strike again.

Suddenly!

The wall in front of him began to bulge like a pulled curtain, as if a hand behind his back was pushing outward, right on Luthor's chest, causing him to fall backwards in a panic, and behind his body was the sewage waterway, the stench of the unknown sewage water channel made his brain dizzy.

The body falls backwards uncontrollably, and if you fall into the sewer, you really can't wash it! Two hands waved in the air, but there was nothing to grasp, and they were about to fall, the moss-covered walls lifted like curtains, and a rough palm clutched Luther's palm.

Luther, whose entire body had been fully tilted into forty-five, felt his palm clamped against an iron hoop, and pulled vigorously towards the wall, slowly regaining his body's center of gravity.

Only then did he straighten his neck and look at the figure in front of him.

The long gray and white hair, scattered and greasy, was tied up haphazardly, and it seemed that there was still the excrement of colorful animals on it. A thin strip of cloth is tied to his forehead, and traces of ink on the strip of cloth can be faintly seen.

On the face covered with oil and frost, countless fine wrinkles were hidden near the thick ravines, the sparse hair on the cheeks and the uncleaned stubble on the chin, and the various pieces of cloth and strips of cloth that could no longer be called clothes were intertwined.

If it weren't for the deep vicissitudes of life under his stiff eyebrows, Luthor would have thought he had been ambushed by the orcs.

The person in front of him was by no means a human who participated in the Star Gate, and Luther felt a pang in his heart, not knowing whether the other party was friend or foe.

This is a human who has been hiding in the sewers for a long time!

Luther's rough, powerful arms straightened her body, and through the gaps between the cloth and strips of cloth, her skin was unnaturally white, as if due to the fact that she had not been exposed to sunlight for a long time.

"Who are you?"

Luther's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice echoed through the damp space, and some of the old weirdos in front of him didn't answer him, but simply made a silent gesture and turned around, groping around the wall, like lifting a curtain to lift the camouflage cloth on the wall.

motioning for Luthor to enter the interior space,

As the dwarf stepped into the wall, Luthor glanced at the camouflage cloth with some surprise, which seemed to be a simple cloth covered with oil, more like a high-tech streaming screen, and fine blue current particles jumped from it, and when the other party lifted it, the camouflage cloth changed color, incompatible with the wall, and then transformed into a part of the wall the moment it fell.

"This is an orc thing, and it's not for ordinary orc troops, it was captured twenty years ago!"

The strange man who entered later put the camouflage cloth down, as if sensing the surprise in Luthor's eyes, and introduced him to the camouflage cloth. The slightly old voice came into Luther's ears, and I don't know if it was an illusion, and Luthor felt that the strange man's voice was a little trembling, and the order of speech was out of order.

Is it caused by living underground for a long time?

"It doesn't seem like it's my kind of material? Is it energized? There has been no change for so long, how can you ensure energy? ”

Luthor slapped the white ash off his combat suit, revealing the black and green hunter combat camouflage, pinched the corner of the combat suit, and placed it in front of the strange man's eyes.

The strange man stretched out his arm and pulled out a lamp from nearby, reached out and grabbed the corner of his combat suit with his palm, the soft fabric of which was bent and folded in the rough palm of his hand. The weirdo laughed suddenly, a little muffled, a little weird and oozing.

In the silence of the room, the faint fire burned, and the laughter mixed with tears sent chills down Luthor's spine. Although he is safe for the time being, the other party's unusual behavior always makes him uneasy.

"Where are you from?"

The strange man looked up, and through the dim light, his eyes were red, and his pupils were shooting a nervous gaze.

"I am... From..."

Luthor subconsciously prepared to tell where he came from, but covered his mouth in time when he pronounced the first word. Why tell this information to a stranger. It's not that he suspects that the strange man has any intentions for him, if the other party has bad intentions, he would have solved himself in the sewers as early as possible, so why invite himself into the space where he is hiding.

did not tell his origin, after all, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, they just avoid the important and light, and tell a rough story about the attack of five people in their group by orcs, and the team members, including Li Wanjun's team and Qin Shuang, were all captured by the orcs at this moment, waiting for their rescue.

The weirdo wasn't annoyed by Luthor's secrecy, but just smiled disdainfully, "You said your team members were captured by the orcs, and you're going to save them?" ”

"Yes!"

"You think the orc camp is a play house? You say you can save it? ”

"So I want to ask my seniors to tell me the map of this area, if I can rescue them all, I will be grateful!"

The strange man glanced at Luthor suspiciously, wanting to see retreat in his young face, only to see Luther's slightly anxious expression.

Again, he asked in a deep voice, "Which base did you run from from?" Didn't you tell you that once you were captured by the orcs, you would never live again! ”

"Presumably your team members have become orcs at this moment, stop this thought, get some sleep, and I'll send you out when you wake up, where and where to go!"

"Senior! Please! ”

"Don't call me senior, my last name... My last name... Fan... It's been a long time since I've used a name, and I've almost forgotten it! Hehehe"

The weirdo didn't tell Luthor anything useful, and taunted him, as if trying to discourage Luthor from rescuing his teammates, and laughed at himself by saying his last name.

It's just that how much sadness and helplessness is hidden in this laughter, Luthor didn't hear it.

Hearing the strange man's surname Fan, the figure not far from the memory suddenly appeared and muttered.

"Uncle Fan! Uncle Fan! Old Fan... Old Fan! ... Before we came, one of our team members was surnamed Fan, named Fan Li, a thin Shanxi man, walking in the sea of sand in order to let Li Changan drink more water....."

Fan Li's death has always been a thorn in Luther's heart, the strange man's surname has drawn out the pain in his heart, if the old Fan is here, maybe he will try to dissuade himself from saving people, and he himself embarks on the road to save people.

The strange man heard Luther whispering, and learned that the thin man with the same surname as him, the pain flashed in his eyes, and he just nodded incessantly and muttered Shanxi, Shanxi, where is Shanxi, where is Shanxi, in.... Family.

Fan Weiren sat up suddenly, grabbed Luthor by the shoulders and shook it, "Is it Shanxi on Earth?" Is it Shanxi on Earth? Shanxi in the hinterland of China? ”

Luthor was shaken and swirled, but he didn't know what the stranger was crazy about, but he nodded cautiously, only to see the stranger kick on the fire that was about to be extinguished, and sparks flew everywhere.

The strange man looked crazy, his gray and white hair swaying, and he shouted in a low voice, "Impossible, impossible!" No way! ”

"I watched it fall!"

"You tell me, is it that Shanxi in Huaxia?"

Seeing the strange man's crazy state, Luthor didn't know how what he said had stimulated him, so he stopped talking, but nodded.

The strange man refused to let go, and seemed to want to continue to ask, but he didn't know where to start, and sat on his knees and scratched his head. A trace of blood oozed from his hair, and Luthor was careful next to his ear, "Uncle Fan, Uncle Fan, what's wrong with you?" ”

After struggling on the ground for a moment, the strange man finally calmed down and asked tremblingly, "Where did you come from?" ”

This was the second time the stranger asked, and Luthor thought in his heart, not knowing why the stranger was crazy when he heard Shanxi, but he didn't dare to stimulate the other party again. Turning the conversation away from the subject, we turned to the issue of several team members being captured.

The strange man did not give up, and asked questions again and again, until Luthor was suspicious in his heart, and said calmly, "Uncle Fan, if you can help me rescue the team members, I will tell you where we came from and all the news you want to know!" ”

The strange man's excitement calmed down a little when he heard Luthor's offer, after all, in such an environment, a transaction is always more reliable than a human heart. Luthor wanted to get a map of the orc's defense area and information about the defenses, and he wanted to know Luthor's origin and some unknown secrets.

Neither of them easily trusts each other, and both want to get the information they want from each other.

The strange man surnamed Fan pondered for a long time, got up and rekindled the fire in the small room, took two skinned rats from a tattered low table, and roasted them on the fire.

Just as Luthor was looking at the environment in the room by the light of the fire, Fan Weiren's deep voice sounded, "Although I know that the possibility of rescuing your team members is almost zero, but just rush to the person with the same surname who died in battle, I will help you this time, I will go with you to save it!" ”

"But you have to promise me one condition!"

Luthor sat on the ground, the dampness penetrating through his suit and making him feel a chill run through his buttocks. Move your body closer to the fire.

"You say! What conditions? ”

"Whether or not you get your teammates out, in seventy-two hours, you tell me everything I want to know!"

The weirdo roasted the rat meat in his hands, the creepy rats in the sewers gave off a strange smell in the weirdos' hands, and the grease turned into liquid dripping in the fire and snorted.

Luthor heard the strange man's answer, and was speechless for a long time.

Does the weirdo want to help him save people, or doesn't want to help, if he easily agrees to the other party's conditions, and the weirdo hides in this house for 72 hours, and then asks himself all kinds of confidential information, what should I do? Or the other party...

You can't blame Luthor for thinking too much, although he is a human being, but after all, he is not his own team, and how can he believe it.

Fan Weiren seemed to see Luther's doubts, the corners of his mouth curled, and the wrinkles on his whole face revealed, "My old Fan will not be the false villain who breaks his promise, and he will help you if he says he wants to help you, no more than worrying that I will lie to you!" ”

"Seventy-two hours! Three days? ”

Luthor stared into the strange man's eyes, and his slightly cloudy eyes seemed to glow with seriousness!

"Seventy-two hours! A gentleman's word! ”

"Whip the horse!"

The two high-fived and made an agreement, and the strange man handed Luthor a string of rat meat in his hand and laughed!

Luthor took the roasted rat meat, the fat churning over the skin, and listened carefully to the laughter of the other, and there seemed to be a lot of things in the slightly hearty laughter that he could not let go.