Chapter 114: Tracking

With no edge in sight on the distant horizon, and the scenery of the wilderness is always somewhat the same, Van was alone in the empty wilderness, and when he finally got rid of all his restraints, his tense nerves were finally able to relax a little. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Freedom, that's freedom.

Van muttered in a low voice, and the corners of his mouth finally curled up, he didn't know what would happen to him in the future, but at least, he was free to make any decisions.

What's next?

If Yama is really an organization that advocates "freedom", then infiltrating Yama seems like a good decision, he can't wander aimlessly forever.

As for the so-called legal status?

him legally!

The chariot traveled through the wilderness for two full days, crossing the horizon with no end in sight, and at last a slightly overgrown woods began to appear in the distance.

This is also the first time that Van has seen the vegetation that belongs to the temperate zone, which is different from the cold and dead silence of Siberia, where the climate is more pleasant and more vibrant.

And from the navigator, not far ahead is the border jurisdiction subordinate to Yama.

So he parked the chariot underneath a small earthen bag, which created enough visual obstruction to form a corresponding obscuration, and Van threw everything he could take into the backpack, and then abandoned the cart and walked on foot.

But what he didn't know was that three hours after he left, a slightly larger convoy appeared at the hill where the chariot was hidden.

"Young Master, he's already gone." A middle-aged man hurried back with a locator taken from inside the vehicle after inspecting the vehicle.

"Did you find any clues?" The young man who looked like a young master raised his chin and asked.

The young man was a good-skinned man, with a handsome face and a straight body, and was dressed in a white cloak that completely concealed his body. The only fly in the ointment is that his peach blossom eyes destroy his whole temperament, but it brings him a bit of an evil feeling.

"There are only a few clues, and the other traces have been deliberately processed, and judging from the method, this person is very experienced." The middle-aged man bowed.

"Huh, so what? I don't believe he can escape the Bai family's tracking technique! The young master pursed his lips disdainfully.

"Young Master, what should we do next?" The middle-aged man asked cautiously.

"Catch him, of course! Dare to rob our Bai family's vehicle, which in itself is an unforgivable act! Besides, I already knew his identity, and Angelil, that woman, thought she could fool me, but he didn't know that someone had already secretly told me about it. ”

"Young Master, who the hell is this person? Is it worth your personal condescension to capture him? The middle-aged man immediately put on a deaf look.

"His name is Brahman, and he said that you don't know him. However, in order to capture this guy, the Angel of Death paid a lot of money, and the various families of Yama received more or less news, and they were willing to pay a batch of DA-EI in exchange for his intelligence clues. ”

"And according to the information I have gotten, there is a striking resemblance between this car thief and the person that the Angel of Death is going to capture." After the young master finished speaking, he narrowed his peach blossom eyes with a slightly evil aura.

"Then if we catch him, won't we be able to get DA-EI?"

"Hmph, of course." The young master tilted his head, "It's just that the old man is very interested in him, and he wants me to bring him back to the family as soon as possible after I catch him." ”

"Young master, don't worry, the people we brought with us this time are all elites, and there are also two tracking dogs. But even if we don't bring anything, just with your strength up to level six, young master, this guy named Fan will definitely not be able to escape from your palm! ”

The young master smiled noncommittally after hearing this, and then with a wave of his hand, two genetically modified and specially bred tracking dogs quickly galloped forward following the faint smell left by Fan.

At this time, Fan didn't know about this situation, and he finally found a relatively clean water source, filled the kettle with water, and then stripped naked and jumped in.

He hadn't bathed for a long time, and due to being naked for a long time, his body was also covered with various filths and an unpleasant smell.

After carefully cleaning up the dirt, he climbed out of the water, put on his pants, and continued to go deeper.

Yama is a paradise for the free, and in such a remote border place, there are also many people, and most of these people are ordinary people.

The mental outlook of these ordinary people is very different from those in the Angels of Death, and the ordinary people living in Yama are more active and much cleaner in their clothes, a group of people who can be self-sufficient by their own labor, not poor worms who feed on tree roots and corpses of their own kind every day.

Van deliberately avoided these floating crowds, and he didn't know the real situation of Yama yet, so the necessary caution was definitely worth it.

Night had finally fallen on the earth, and Van had to find a suitable perch in time, and he had already received a lot of useful information from the conversations of the itinerant people, and perhaps tomorrow would be the time for him to verify it himself.

Van hastily set up a makeshift resting spot at the top of a lush and unknown temperate tree, lay down gently, and then took a deep breath of the unique aroma of temperate plants.

Sensory impulses then spread, a habitual behavior he had before each break.

The limit distance that Brahman's pulse signal can reach is now close to six thousand meters, but of course this does not mean that all life within a radius of six kilometers can receive a clear response. It is difficult to improve the perception range to the back, and the perception sight distance of six thousand meters can already be regarded as the limit distance, which is simply unimaginable for ordinary sixth-level transformers.

In fact, Fan doesn't know his current specific level, and after losing an effective detection method, he can only rely on his own feelings to locate it, but for him, the level is no longer important, and surviving for a long time is what he needs to pay attention to now.

Van thought a little cranky, but part of his energy was still left to perception.

But a moment later, he suddenly propped up his upper body, because there were two strange beings he had never been in contact with, and they were running rapidly with hazy and faint fluctuations.

Van then concentrated his energy a little, concentrating the large area of divergent perceptual pulses, but the results he got were still hazy and faint, he frowned, he didn't believe that he could have such a speed of life, and the life fluctuations produced would be so weak, this abnormal phenomenon made him feel alarmed.

He wasn't sure if these two strange lifeforms were because of him, but even the slightest chance was something he couldn't take lightly.

But as soon as he jumped from a tree to the ground, he finally noticed something more noticeably unusual.

There was a faint vibration on the ground that belonged to the movement of a large convoy, but there was no trace of their presence in Fan's perceptual vision!

The over-alertness made Van immediately decide to leave, but just as he was about to speed away, a bullet pierced the air and shot at him with the roar of gunfire.

Van Yi rolled to avoid the bullet, but the bullet suddenly exploded in midair.

A strange fragrance filled the air, and Fan didn't even think about it, grabbed the package around him and sprinted quickly into the distance.

"Hmph, run as much as you want, all the things that have been marked by the Bai family's tracking technique have not been able to leave safely." The young master of the Bai family snorted lightly and withdrew the strangely shaped sniper rifle in his hand, and the chariot under his feet finally ended the perception and concealment time.