Since most of the trains are used to transport supplies within the territory, most of its routes are in remote and uninhabited mountains. Unless you get to the resupply site, someone will be there to bring up the prepared fuel and food.

When Xia Ming woke up, the warm sunlight shone on his face through the glass, and he stretched comfortably. A slightly flattened stone fell out of the pocket, shimmering purple in the sunlight.

Xia Ming reached out and picked it up, and memories suddenly flooded back. He couldn't be drunk, was he? In front of the girls! After thinking about it, it was because he couldn't help himself. Still, it was a good night's sleep.

The purple pebbles weren't as cold to the touch as I thought, and I was warm in the palm of my hand, which of course was partly because of the pocket. But Xia Ming has seen this kind of thing, this stone is called "wine gall" in Snow Stone Town, there are thousands of restaurants in the territory, and the taste of the wine made by thousands of restaurants is similar, only those who have made wine gall, and a very small number of restaurants can make wine with a unique taste.

And this wine gall is actually the long-term accumulation and precipitation at the bottom of the winemaking vessel of the restaurant, saying that it can turn water into wine, and it itself is the essence of the wine. Only a century-old wine cellar can find a few at the bottom of the vessel after a hundred years. Only a restaurant with hundreds of years of experience can make an innocent wine.

In the winemaking world, wine gall symbolizes honor and heritage. That's why Dahan smashed it into such a particular wooden box, and as a trophy, Xia Ming packed it in a transparent glass bottle, plugged the bottle mouth with a wooden stopper, and put it in his luggage box.

He was glad it was winter, otherwise the wine would have quietly turned into the air at night.

There was a knock on the door of the attic, Xia Ming opened it, and a man who looked like a mummy-wrapped person greeted him outside the door.

"I said, even if you pretend to be a Qiutu clansman, there is no need to be such a bundle?" Xia Ming said speechlessly.

"Brother Ming, it's cold, just wrap it up a little tighter by the way. ”

It turned out to be Zhang Monkey in that big lump, and Xia Ming said, "You don't just wrap yourself in a quilt and go to the street." ”

"It's not that serious, is it?" Zhang Monkey said sullenly.

Xia Ming grabbed the big lump directly with a move of "Cold Ice Palm", and no matter how he struggled, he finally pulled Zhang Monkey's head out.

"Aren't you afraid that you can't help but fart and then can't find your head?" Xia Ming smiled and patted his head.

Zhang Monkey said confidently: "How can your own fart stink." ”

Xia Ming said that he was completely convinced.

Pretending to be a traveler from the Qiutu tribe is really the most suitable plan that can be thought of, not only from their identity, but also from the weather. In this icy and snowy land, pretending to be a mounds is equivalent to wrapping a quilt, and you are not afraid of anything.

Xia Ming dressed up and walked out of the council car, and according to the time list, they would arrive at their destination in 30 minutes.

Looking out the window, you can already see a wide flat field, with a thin black line floating on the horizon, and they are standing near the midpoint of Sanan.

To their surprise, even in winter, the area was full of vibrant plants, and they did not see white snow, but the wind was still as cold as a knife when it blew out of the window.

"That's it here, four seasons a day," Rand said. ”

Ming Hong said in surprise: "There were only four seasons in the ancient world, and there are four seasons in one day here?"

Xia Ming said: "In my place, the winter is also very short. ”

In other people's understanding, the extra two seasons are just a brief transition between the two seasons, just like day and night, and the beautiful glow always hangs in the sky.

"For hunters, winter is summer, summer is winter, there is no difference, there can be no difference. The conductor didn't know when he would come in, and he shouted excitedly, "Get ready to get off the train, guys." ”

Xia Ming felt that he was indeed a little crazy sometimes.

Two more people appeared behind the door, Xia Ming and the others almost didn't stare out of their eyes, only to see two "executor seniors" walking out in a flashy manner, they were wearing colorful skirts, their golden hair was combed into several big braids, holding hands, one of them was straddling a flower basket with his left hand, and one was holding a flower basket with his right hand, smiling brightly.

"Who is Xia Ming?" a conductor with a hat walked in, and he said in a loud voice, "This is his message!"

"I am. Xia Ming hurriedly ran over.

The envelope was signed "Boss of the Student Union", and Xia Ming quickly tore the envelope open.

[Well, my full name is Qishan Ray Pu.] It's really not my will, I don't know which uncle and uncle I am... Count me as a sister-in-law anyway. They have had a bit of a problem with their brains since they were young, and I hope you can take care of them by the way.

But don't mess with them, they're monsters who can smash my house into mud and quietly sweep it into the trash.

Sincerely: Mountain]

Xia Ming looked at the letter and then at the two calm masters, his brows jumping wildly.

"What are you two doing?" Xia Ming asked.

"What you two. The short man Yao said, "Please call us 'Executor Senior', it's not polite at all." ”

"Executor senior, what should I do next?"

Yao said, "You investigate yours, and we investigate ours." Whoever finds the night first will be credited. When it's time for a fight, we're not going to fight. ”

"What about the other six seniors?"

Yao said proudly: "Where to use so many people, they were killed by us when they were in the academy, and they had to lie in the medical hall for at least half a month." ”

No wonder Qi Shan didn't tell him that day, but only sent the message thousands of miles after leaving. If the so-called executor predecessor is actually a senior student, then there is no one in the same generation who is the opponent of these two girls.

Xia Ming lowered his face and asked Rant, "How are the people in Sanan?"

"Kind and simple. Rand patted his chest and said, "Like me." ”

Xia Ming shook his head, and couldn't help but worry about the simple people of Sanam, and there was no peace next.

"Of course, there are also people who eat people and don't spit out bones, a few. Rand remembered Abba's friends, who ate people and didn't spit out bones.

Xia Ming couldn't help but worry about these two girls, the rivers and lakes were sinister, they were so stupid, in case they were deceived... How do I explain to the boss?

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The black, nimble snakes, chasing after the rocks and waiting for an opportunity to attack, suddenly stopped all of them and looked around as if they were facing a great enemy. At this moment a man came out from behind the vast snow, the man's brown hair was dull, his snow-white cloak was torn violently in the cold wind, his body looked weak, his face was pale, and his left shoulder was always a little lower than his right shoulder when he walked.

But he walked step by step, and the pace was not slow at all. Behind him was a long wooden box, ordinary but only the rats could feel it, and inside that box, a sense of death enveloped them.

As the man got closer, his body involuntarily took a step back with each step he took closer. The rats, who were lying on some corpses and could not leave, were too late to leave when the man approached. The mighty Viagra was like a huge mountain overpowering, it was a pain from the soul, it let out a few terrible and terrifying screams, and chose to hit its head on the hard rock, knowing that it would die.

Scarlet corpses could be seen everywhere on the white snow, and some of them were only white bones. The man suddenly stopped, leaned down, and found a cold booklet in the snow under his feet.

He wiped the snow off the cover and carefully turned the first page. It is a diary entry dated June 9, 813 in the new calendar of the territory

[Today was the first day that Class 32 left the city walls, and the weather was terrible, and I saw dark clouds pressing down on the walls, lightning and thunder, and a gloomy hue like the end of the world.]

The predecessors who repaired the city walls braved the heavy rain to open the way for us.

The door was more than ten meters deep, it was quiet inside, and the storm outside seemed to be blocked in another world, and I suddenly had a childish idea that I had always wanted to stay here, but I was sure that everyone present was not afraid of nature.

For thousands of years, this door has been a hindrance to humanity, and few have dared to take this step, including me, and those of us who are here.

But we still took this step, braving the storm, and the heavy rain of fists smashed on the face, which was like a kind of splitting the head and covering the face when being reprimanded by the instructor.

We all laughed then, like a bird in a cage for a long time... No, it was the beast of prey, which was suddenly released on this day. We fled in the storm, away from that cage, we cried out in the storm and felt the smallness in front of nature, we sang in the storm as if we were celebrating some kind of victory. Someone cried while singing, and he said he wanted to go home. Someone asked him, "Where is your home?"

yes, where the hell is home?

We looked silently at the hazy distant mountains, the world was so big...]

The man casually flipped through a page, and his blood-colored fingerprints pressed a drawing, on which was drawn a hideous rat named Acanthus Type VI, with a new type of data on the last line. The man closed the diary, put it in a pocket on his chest, and then drew his musket from his belt, and with a single shot, a cloud of cyan smoke rose into the sky.

He summoned a horse, mounted it, and galloped away south.

Soon after, he joined up with the large army, and in a carriage, Connor stared at the two cages with his cheeks pinched.

There was a puppet trapped in both cages, and to his disbelief, Banzel, who had thought he was dead, flew back with his soul puppet, and the eyes carved by the source matter appeared in a strange state of being half dead and half alive. Chuanzi's soul puppet is completely awakened at this moment, and according to the agreed contract, it will fly back to Chuanzi's hometown and sprinkle the locust seeds in its stomach on the uninhabited mountain forest.

Every tree in the territory represents a person, every person has a name, and every tree that represents a person has no name, and we should treat every tree well, because you don't know if this tree is a friend you know.

Diana carried a wooden box containing a mutilated head.

"They're coming for this skull. That place should have something like a wall force field that shields them from perceiving. She came up and said, "As long as someone is alive, we will definitely get him out." ”

The professor sighed and shook his head, "I don't know if they're still alive, I hope they're still alive." ”

Dai Yana looked at the bird in the cage, and she couldn't say if it was possible to cut off the "soul", but it was indeed possible to be separated between the mimic holy relic and the holy relic.

"We've got to find somebody. "Do you know the legend of the King of the Round Table, and it may not be for nothing that the divine right of the king is bestowed?" ”

Diana said, "Treating the relic as a shaped 'source' block that senses the need to use a spell is not the grammar of the spell?"

"There may not be many spells that it can sense, but to use it, you may need a special person," the professor said. ”

"I will report this matter to the regimental commander. "A certain person, a specific spell, sounds dangerous. ”

Hoigray rode from behind and said, "We'll go find this man when we go back this time." ”

"I guess this should be yours. He pulled a journal out of his pocket, handed it to the professor, and pulled the reins back to the end of the tactical formation. He was like an invisible wall, and the pursuing rattle swarms could only follow from a distance.

The smell in the wooden box is like the memory of death...

But after death, the breath of life is so tempting and longing.