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The team leader chatted with me for a while, and then went back to work in rotation.

So while reminiscing about the little story of the team leader, I revisited the cicada that walked very peacefully.

The appearance of the cicada is really very strange, and the style of the other creatures in the wasteland is very different, it is simply two painting styles.

If I were to describe it, my shallow rhetoric might not be able to portray it well, and in a word, it would only be "indescribable".

It's like a cicada's wings. I can depict normal winged creatures, such as butterflies, for a day and a night, and I can name everything from shape to color to thickness. But the wings of the cicada ......

Not...... Its wings...... In terms of thickness...... Thin as cicada wings?

It seems that something was said, and it is as if nothing was said.

I dug a small pit with my bare hands, buried the poor cicada in the soil and photographed it solidly, and when I looked up, I saw that the cloud bridge was almost built.

"Let's rest for a while, and then prepare to cross the bridge." The team leader shouted, and everyone sat down to rest in place.

Of course, I didn't need to continue to rest after resting for a long time or even sleeping, so I walked to the edge of the cloud bridge and probed my brain.

It is said to be a cloud bridge, but in fact it is just a bridge pier. The bridge deck extends a step from the edge of the cliff, and a little further into the cloud curtain of rolling clouds.

The clouds moved fast at the cloud curtain, but I didn't feel the slightest wind half a step away. It's amazing.

The overall cloud bridge is gray-white and looks soft, but it is actually quite strong when stepped on. Although I don't have much knowledge to tell me that the essence of clouds is water, and water can only be water if it is compressed, and no matter how bad it is, it is ice, and it cannot form any Rausch cloud bricks, but the phenomenon overwhelms the theory, and I can only guess that the clouds in the cloud stream may be more special.

The team leader said that when crossing the cloud bridge for a while, the stronger prime of life withstood the impact of the cloud curtain in front of the team, quickly collected the cloud body, handed it over to the technical skilled workers in the back row to process it into a cloud brick, and then sent it back to connect to the bridge body, and finally took a step to form a complete cloud bridge across the cloud stream.

This is a technical job, and it is not a simple job to withstand the impact of the cloud curtain in the first place. It needs a certain "tonnage", heavy enough to hold down the wind in the cloud curtain, but not too heavy, otherwise it will crush the cloud bridge - of course, there are no such fat people in the ranks. Secondly, it is necessary to take the cloud from the cloud curtain, and also screen out the suitable part that can be used as a processing cloud brick, so that it can be handed to the rear crowd to process the cloud brick.

This is physically demanding, so you need to rotate it regularly.

Fortunately, there are still a lot of tough guys in the team, and Yunqiao can probably accommodate three or five men in the first row of the team at a time, and the rotation can completely withstand it.

It's all about time. Once evening comes, the cloud curtain dissipates, the cloud bricks cannot be processed, the cloud bridge cannot be extended, and the people cannot reach the other side. At night, the strong wind will carry the clouds back, breaking the half-finished cloud bridge, and making everyone's day's hard work come to naught.

It's also worth mentioning that there are some strange creatures in the cloud curtain...... Most of them are swept in and can't get out, for example, the shadows of the ownerless - the thieves are pitiful, they can't get out at all after being involved, and after the evening they will attach to the clouds and be carried into the sky, and they can't go anywhere. The only way to get out is probably that the attached cloud body is artificially removed and processed into cloud bricks, so that you can probably get out of trouble.

Secondly, there are some cicadas, which are estimated to fly blindly, and they can't get out when they fly in. In the evening, when the cloud curtain dispersed, if he didn't die inside, he probably would have been able to get out of trouble alive.

After the rest of the team, they formed a tight line under the command of the team leader and stepped on the cloud bridge in groups.

I was placed at the end of the line. I wasn't surprised, after all, I looked a little thin and didn't have much strength. Nor will it make cloud bricks.

This is the truth, but the black cat with it is somewhat useful, and it can sit in the rear to prevent sporadic ownerless shadows from sneaking up - black cats can feed on shadows, and generally shadows dare not approach.

Oh, and you can catch cicadas. Although the cicadas won't attack us, that's it.

The wind is mostly in a vertical direction, so I don't have to worry about being washed away and falling into a cloud stream. I followed the line into the cloud bridge. The people in the line were very close to each other to prevent them from being scattered, but because of this, I couldn't see the movement of the people in front of me at all, so I could only stay at the end of the line and move forward little by little.

There were white clouds on the left and right, moving at high speed, and the black cat lying on my head stretched out its paws, scratched it with some curiosity, and drew a trace of clouds into the corners of its mouth.

Seeing nothing to taste, the black cat lost interest and retracted its paws.

In the crowd, I seemed to hear some strange sound, vast and faint, hazy and clear, as if it came from afar, and seemed to be close to my ears. I looked back and found nothing.

Behind it is an empty cloud bridge passage, white and flawless on the left and right, like a white wall, under the foot is a gray-white cloud bridge, like a marble floor, on top is a high dome, like an untouchable ceiling, and in the distance at the end of the cloud bridge is a boundless wasteland.

I listened carefully again.

Nothing was heard.

It's weird. I turned around and followed the line.

I seem to remember something, and I seem to have forgotten something.

I remember that I originally chose to settle in the moor to get away from the town. I've forgotten why I'm away from town, but now I'm going to the Holy City in search of my first memories. It's really interesting.

But names are important things, and so have been. I need to get them back.

Straightening my somewhat crooked backpack, I followed the team for another few tens of meters.

The curtains on both sides began to become transparent and discernible - the wind was almost stopping.

This means that there is not much time left for the team.

In fact, from the beginning of stepping on the cloud bridge, several hours have passed, and whether you can reach the other side smoothly depends mainly on the width of the cloud stream where the cloud bridge is built.

Finally, when the sky began to darken, the cloud curtain dispersed, and we were almost complete with the construction of the cloud bridge.

The other side was only a few steps away from the cloud bridge, and we could have jumped over it – of course it wasn't possible.

Just in case, the team leader still took out a few wooden planks for splicing and put them on the opposite bank and the cloud bridge to use them as insurance for the connection.

Otherwise, if you are nervous when you jump, a few people will fall...... That's funny, and the gains outweigh the losses.

A few minutes later, the team had all arrived safely on the other side. The team leader announced that we had officially arrived at the outer city of the Holy City, which could be counted as an outer city within the boundaries of Yunjian.

Probably this cloud stream is like a moat.

Although the scene in front of us is no different from the normal wilderness, we all know that this is no longer a wasteland.

In the distance, I could even faintly see the rolling mountains, which I had never seen before in the wasteland.

"Mountains?" The team leader probably heard me muttering, "That's not a mountain." That's the city wall. ”

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