Passing by a Walmart supermarket, Zhang Jing buys shovels, axes, hammers, crowbars, expansion nails, fire ropes, flashlights, batteries, climbing tools, tents, prepared food, bottled water, and more.

Passing by the gas station, I specially bought two barrels of about 80 liters of gasoline, and if there is no oil in the desert, you can make a temporary emergency.

The bulletproof car has a backward discharge and can barely put down these things.

All of these materials are available in the Mithril space, and the reason for the additional purchase is mainly for reasonableness, in case it is discovered by someone with a heart, it will be troublesome to deal with.

Normally, it is not necessary to use the Mithril space.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Zhang Jing always carries a backpack, as an outsider, if he does not have a backpack on his body, he will be misunderstood and even suspected by experienced police.

If you have a backpack, you may be caught by thieves.

Hey, it's too hard for ordinary people.

Not wanting to have too much contact with the local residents, Zhang Jing drove out of the city and spent the night at a public campsite next to Highway 66 in the suburbs, intending to rest until dawn and then head to Kingman, 200 kilometers northeast.

Unlike California campground, which has ocean views and oak trees, this is a reddish-brown land with many cactus trees, and it looks like it hasn't rained for a long time.

However, there were not only Zhang Jing in this campsite, but also two other cars, and everyone was very divided and did not disturb each other.

When Zhang Jing was setting up a tent against the brown mountain scenery in the distance, the smart bean guarding next to him let out a low roar.

Looking back, a young white man who had been stationed on the other side of the camp was walking over and greeting, "Hello, can I go on a date with you?"

Zhang Jing: "..."

"It's just a joke," seeing Zhang Jing's unhappy expression, the young man changed his words, "There are three of us, you are welcome to join our party."

"Thank you," Zhang Jing refused unequivocally, "I don't want to go to your party."

When he first graduated, Zhang Jing would not refuse others, and gradually learned that he didn't need to make excuses, just say what he thought in his heart, no need to be embarrassed, let alone wronged himself.

The youth shrugged and left.

Without anyone else to disturb him, Zhang Jing quickly set up the tent, and then directly started dinner, a piece of pizza and a piece of steak.

Smart Beans also eat steaks, and Peas go to find ants on their own.

As the sun goes down, new people join the camp, and a homeless man joins in on a bicycle full of luggage.

The homeless man first observed in place, and then walked straight to Zhang Jing's side.

Without waiting for the other party to approach, Zhang Jing found out in advance that "he" was a woman, and the metal underwear buttons were too obvious.

"Can you give me a bottle of water?" Liuliuhan stood in front of Zhang Jing and asked.

In the dim light, looking at the sloppy woman up close, Zhang Jing tilted his head slightly and asked, "Have we met?"

"You mean to block the sprinkler truck for me three hours ago," the woman asked Zhang Jing rhetorically, "Or was it at Kanfen Farm half a year ago?"

"Uh," Zhang Jing was speechless, and said the other party's name accurately, "Miss James Mammon Silk, what game are you playing?" Role-playing?"

The first time we met was in Burlington, in the house where the underground space had been found, when Zhang Jing sold a photo album to her and Thorpe.

Later, she and Thorpe went to Kanfen Farm once, and then lost news.

"It's not cosplay," Silke explains, "I'm a musician, I'm looking for inspiration, and I've been wandering the land for five months."

Zhang Jing didn't want to talk to neuropathy, he couldn't understand it, the generation gap was too big.

"Is there any water?" Silke interrupted Zhang Jing's distraction.

"Yes." As he spoke, Zhang Jing stepped forward and took the heavy bicycle from Silk's hand.

Silke unloaded some heavy luggage, and after handling the chores, the woman ate Zhang Jing's food and water without being polite at all.

"You're here to hunt for treasure, aren't you?" Silke didn't know how much ash was on his hands, pinched the pizza and ate it directly, talking while eating.

"For gold." Zhang Jing replied

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Silke asked rhetorically, "The legend of the Seven Golden Cities?"

"No," Zhang Jing shook his head, "just out to try his luck, no specific goal."

"Take me," Silke pleaded, "the place you're going to must be sparsely populated, and I want to, but I don't dare to go."

Zhang Jingqi smiled, "Do you look down on me?"

"Why do you say that?" Silk asked rhetorically.

"I'm the one too."

"Hehe, Thorpe is my brother," Silke smiled happily, "I will not resist if you want, and I can pose as I please, up and down."

Zhang Jing: "..."

In particular, the aborigines themselves are more "savage" and "ferocious".

Thorpe was attacked by Indians on his way back to Los Angeles from Whale Hill, followed by a series of counterattacks, which can be called an action blockbuster, and many Indians were sunk in the sea.

They kill without fear, as if the law had no control over them.

Because of understanding, Zhang Jing really didn't dare to touch Silk, although she was very beautiful after washing.

Obviously, Silke is not afraid of acquaintances, and is most afraid of meeting people who don't know how good she is.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Silke replied after eating the pizza, "How about I perform a tune for you?"

Of course it's good, Zhang Jing agreed.

Silke first took out a clean mat from his luggage and laid it on the floor.

Then take more than seven instruments, including percussion instruments, long and short recorders, metal rods, blowers, etc., and arrange them neatly on the mat.

Finally, Silke knelt gently on the mat with a row of musical instruments in front of her.

Then the performance began, and Silk first picked up the xun, a xun-like instrument, and put it to his mouth to blow it.

It's like the wind, the wind with a melody.

A goshawk flew over from a distance, Zhang Jing seemed to turn into an eagle, looking down on the vast land from a high altitude, seeing flowing water, seeing mountains, seeing trees breathing, seeing many animals, and seeing people and animals living in harmony.

Suddenly, the music stopped, Zhang Jing came back to his senses, looked at Silke in the dark night, and asked angrily, "Why did you stop? I'm not enough!"

It's as if the subject suddenly disappears when it snaps to a high point, and it's so uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

"That's all for the time being," Silk explained, "I can't find inspiration in the future, so I'm going to go into the desert with you and retrace the path of my ancestors."

Speechless.

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After a night of nothing, Zhang Jing drove Silk to the Hampton Inn the next day, where she needed to take a shower and change her clothes.

Zhang Jing couldn't accept being with a woman who was full of rancid taste, not to mention that the weather was quite hot.

When Silk came out of the hotel room again, Zhang Jing was directly stunned, and couldn't help but praise in his heart, "It's so beautiful!"

has a sharp face, big eyes, shallow red lips, white skin, a beautiful neck, a collarbone that can raise fish, and her unique aboriginal temperament, it's simple!

It's very beautiful in itself, wearing a white dress and a colorful feather headdress for the people, I really want to take a bite.

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