According to the time given to me by Chen Lei, I arrived at Wanda Plaza five minutes early. It's a holiday, and there are a lot of people in the square even during working hours, but I don't have the bus that Chen Lei said. Not to mention the bus, not even a single motorcycle was seen - eh, not to mention, there was a real motorcycle, dark purple, parked next to an inconspicuous tree in the square.

I was bored and walked around the square, and suddenly realized that something was wrong - Wanda Plaza is forbidden for large motor vehicles to enter and exit, how can the travel agency's bus drive in?

My head turned quickly, and I understood what Chen Lei meant, damn it, this kid didn't plan to go the right way!

I quickly rushed to the side of the dark purple motorcycle, I looked, obediently, this is the new hondanm4, where did Chen Lei get this kid?

Honda's key is plugged in, and the keychain is a silly bear-sized avatar - Chen Lei's logo item. The body was still hot, apparently not long after the ignition had been turned off. I stepped onto Honda, and said in my heart that I usually ride mountain bikes, and the price is not enough for 1000, and even the gear change may be changed off the chain, Chen Lei, do you think I'm too poor to send me something good?

I obviously didn't have time to get used to the new Honda, because I had been walking around the square for more than 10 minutes, and it had already passed the time I had agreed with Chen Lei. But I know why he did it—because it was clear that the people who had been tracking Chen Lei would come to stop me. They were already less than a hundred meters away from me, not like the legendary gangsters dressed in black and sunglasses, but simple midsummer casual clothes - ahhh

I didn't have time to look at their faces, but it was easy to figure out where the starting pole was, and as soon as I kicked the Honda, it jumped out like a predatory snow leopard, and the huge roar made the surrounding crowd startled, and they all turned their heads to see who was so pompous.

I thought that the speed of riding on the motorcycle would make the group give up the idea of holding me back, but apparently I underestimated their determination and ability, and in my rough estimation that two of the four people accelerated and ran, and the acceleration was not much worse than that of the Honda, and I could see through the rearview mirror that the color of their eyes had changed, turning blue-yellow and cloudy, and there seemed to be an iron plate on their chests that looked like a number plate.

My face turned pale all of a sudden, this is really weird, it's not a fantasy novel!

But in fact it did happen, and it happened on the road less than twenty meters away from me!

"His grandmother's, what kind of freaks are these people?" While scolding, the information on the notes of Mrs. Mrs. and Grandpa suddenly appeared in my mind: Tianwu, eight heads and eight faces, tiger body, eight legs and eight tails, blue and yellow, spitting clouds and mist, and Si Shui.

I turned around and glanced at the two of them quickly, the number plates on their chests, one was 042 and the other was 088. Funny, the ancestors are still graded?

After a moment of confusion, I had determined that at least two of my pursuers were Ancestral Witches—the result of what I had been speculating on was now confirmed.

In the notes of Mrs. Mrs. Grandpa, there were twelve founding ancestors in the mythological era, and they were also the leaders of the twelve tribes, but they were not the leaders of the orthodox Huaxia clan. In a sense, they can also be said to be our ancestors, after all, after thousands of years of evolution, the bloodlines of ethnic minorities and the Han people have gradually merged, and they have long been mixed.

These twelve ancestors are different from good and evil, the leader of the first of the four sects, Dijiang, is the four fierce chaos of later folklore; just now I suddenly remembered the Tianwu, is the ancestor of the Wu people, the god of the Valley of the Rising Sun, one of the tribes of the Yellow Emperor, in charge of water, is the god of the wind.

Why there are ancestral witches here, there are not too many detailed records in the notes, but the number of twelve ancestral witches is not accurate, twelve is just the number of ethnic groups, and it is impossible to verify how many generations the leader has passed down.

I couldn't help but look back again, grandma's, how could such a fashionable dress be zongzi?

I suddenly remembered that the bronze car in the video that Chen Lei showed me was not scientific, and the bronze craft had not yet developed in the Yellow Emperor era, and more stone tools or jade should have been used at that time. I didn't think of any connection between the bronze chariot and the ancestral witch, after all, it was too strange for that kind of cross-era thing to appear in a tomb, and the most commonly used two-wheeled car in the Shang and Zhou dynasties was the two-wheeled car, and according to archaeological excavations, the four-wheeled chariot only appeared in the Warring States period, and it was only suitable for ceremonial sacrifices.

My first reaction, of course, was not to try to figure out the age of the tomb, but to beat these two guys to see what was hidden under the number plate.

Turning a sharp corner, I took out a dagger from my backpack, said to myself that be careful, don't dodge, and threw it backwards!

The technique of that throw is actually very ingenious, because the dagger is inherently unevenly distributed in mass, and it is not easy to throw a dagger as if it were an arrow.

The dagger hit the chest of one of the two people who were chasing, and sure enough, the dagger and the number plate were knocked away after a slight friction.

The grinding sound of that moment was enough for me to judge a lot of things.

In terms of sound quality, the sound is very loud, and there is no spark when rubbing with the dagger, it is very likely to be bronze, because sparks will be generated when the iron is rubbed, not to mention my own throwing power plus the acceleration of Honda, the speed of the dagger can definitely reach a terrifying level, and such a throw failed to pierce the metal plate on their chests, and I don't know how dense the bronze is.

At the moment I paused, the two men in the back approached again, their speed was almost the same as that of a high-speed locomotive, and at the same time, I noticed the friction of the sidewalk next to me, and I saw that another member of the group was running against the tall building next to him, as fast as Honda. His changes seem to be different from those in the back, but I don't know exactly what the difference is, I feel that the two in the back are known for their strength, while the person on the wall is known for agility and speed, otherwise it would be impossible to catch up in a short time.

"When did Honda not even match the speed of a human?" I was secretly depressed in my heart, sweat beading from my head, and my muscles tensed to the extreme. I wouldn't be so nervous if I was just being chased, and although the ancestors behind me were fast, they were still strong enough to run for a long time with the horsepower of the Honda, so I didn't believe that their physical strength was so good. But the Ancestral Witch on the wall was different, his speed was simply against the sky, he ran directly on the wall in defiance of gravity, and it took less than two minutes to catch up with me.