In order to avoid the Bai family's revenge, Wu Fan did not choose the highway and take the intercity train, but chose a remote auxiliary road. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info This road is mostly dirt roads, potholes are for sure, so few cars will pass here, plus this is a remote area belonging to Noah City, and it is the middle of the night, and I walked for hours without seeing a person.

Wu Fan didn't know where the road leads, and he didn't have a clear goal anyway, so the top priority was to stay away from Shikou Village as much as possible.

The night was getting darker and darker, and he couldn't see his five fingers, if it weren't for Wu Fan's promotion to a round of martial arts, his five senses would have increased greatly, and he would almost have lost sight of the road.

This was a sign that the sky was about to dawn, and after nearly half an hour, a faint white of fish belly appeared in the sky, a touch of fiery red rose from the eastern horizon, and the endless darkness was driven away like a tide, and finally there was nowhere to hide, and gradually dissipated.

Wu Fan, who had been walking for five or six hours in a row, began to feel tired under the warm sun, but he didn't want to stop, because it was only more than thirty kilometers away from Shikou Village, and if the Bai family was really as powerful as Lei Liang said, this distance was far from being out of danger.

In his previous life, as an agent, he knew the search and arrest procedures very well, since the Bai family had power in the military, he should be able to mobilize the army to carry out an area blockade, and then conduct a search within the range, and this range According to his assessment of the Bai family's strength, a radius of fifty kilometers is the most likely.

To tightly seal a radius of 50 kilometers, at least 3,000 soldiers must be mobilized, this number is almost the limit for an unofficial family, if you want to use more troops, unless the Bai family has a strong enough official background, no government will allow families and institutions that are not directly controlled to have such a huge power and armed force.

Yesterday all day, plus a night, a day and a night without sleep was originally nothing to people who practiced martial arts, but Wu Fan experienced great compassion and hatred, the consumption of spirit is enough to offset the usual several times, the fatigue of the body can be made up by true qi, but the loss of spirit can only be recovered by sleeping, if people do not sleep for a long time, the first to collapse is the spirit.

At this time, Wu Fan was like a prisoner who had been 'interrogated by fatigue'! A person who stayed up late playing mahjong and playing games could not care, but he could never bear the 24-hour 'fatigue interrogation'; after enduring threats, intimidation, panic, and helpless mood swings, the mental consumption was enough to cover five days in one day, and one hour was enough to be worth five hours!

At dawn, the dirt road regained some life, and occasionally one or two figures could be seen in the village on the side of the road, but there were still no pedestrians on the road.

Just as Wu Fan was walking forward like a wandering spirit, a roar of a car came from behind him, and it could be judged from the sound of the engine similar to asthma that this was a cheap old-fashioned agricultural truck, and there should be a lot of goods on it.

Wu Fan forced himself to cheer up, stopped and turned to look, three hundred meters away, a van that looked almost falling apart was swaying crookedly, with a black smoke hanging behind the car.

Wu Fan hurriedly beckoned, sleeping in the car is his best choice at present, not only not delaying the journey, but also resting, killing two birds with one stone, the only regret is that this road may be a little bumpy, but it is not a big deal for Wu Fan, a chakra martial artist.

The truck driver saw someone waving, and hurriedly looked at both sides of the road vigilantly, fortunately, although it is not a flat river, but there are no tall buildings, so it can be seen at a glance.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual on the side of the road, it was a twelve or thirteen-year-old child who beckoned, and the driver slowed down the already slow speed, and finally stopped in front of Wu Fan.

"Boy, where are you going?" a middle-aged uncle peeked out of the car window, and under his dark and rough skin was a simple and honest face.

Wu Fan couldn't say the specific name of the place, so he could only say vaguely: "Uncle, I'll go to the city!"

The middle-aged uncle looked at Wu Fan strangely. "Why don't you go to the city by road, there are buses that go to the city, and there are intercity trains that you can take ......."

"Uncle, I don't have any money!" Wu Fan didn't have the energy to listen to the other party's ramblings, what he needed most now was to sleep.

"Oh, that's it......" The middle-aged uncle hesitated for a moment, then looked at Wu Fan's dusty face, and believed his words. "Boy, I won't go to the city, but I can give you a while, but when you get to the place, you have to help me unload the goods, I can take care of your meal, okay?"

Wu Fan almost nodded without hesitation and agreed, but just when the uncle beckoned him to get into the car, the co-pilot, who had been empty, sat up a shriveled thin man, he rubbed his triangular eyes full of, glanced at Wu Fan with a yawn, and his skinny face suddenly drooped.

"Lao Fan, I rented your car to pull goods for me, not to let you meddle in things, where did you come from, you dare to let him get in the car, my goods are going to go wrong, can you afford to pay for it?"

'Wild boy!' Wu Fan looked down at his outfit, and then looked up at the sloppy thin man in his clothes, no matter how he looked at it, the other party was more suitable for the word 'wild boy' than himself.

"Boss Tie, the other party is just a child, what can go wrong, here in the wilderness, it's not easy for everyone to go out, can you help or help......" The middle-aged uncle explained with a smile.

"Fart! Lao Tzu's goods are worth tens of millions, you can't make a mistake, hurry up and drive, or Lao Tzu will not only not pay you for the car, but also sue you for breach of contract!"

The middle-aged uncle turned his face and pouted, tens of millions of goods can be rented in his classic car, the ghost believes you, but after all, he is the customer of the business, he has to smile apologetically at Wu Fan. "Boy, I'm really sorry, you can only wait a little longer, when we came over just now, it seemed that there was an ox cart not far from here, it should be coming soon......"

"What nonsense, can you be responsible for delaying Lao Tzu's time? Hurry up and drive, drive ......" The thin man yelled angrily, looking like if he hadn't been sitting, he would have jumped up a long time ago.

The middle-aged uncle shrugged his shoulders helplessly at Wu Fan, started the car and left, the car had already driven dozens of meters away, and the scolding of the thin man could still be heard.

Wu Fan could only continue to walk forward with a strong spirit, his slightly squinted eyes were about to stick together, and the warm sun was lazily shining on his body, like a silent lullaby, shaking his will every second, if it weren't for the special spiritual training he received in his previous life, and used special methods to stimulate his overdraft spirit, I am afraid that he would have been lying on the side of the road and falling asleep at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, anyway, in Wu Fan's mind, it was a long time, and there was a sound of wheels pressing on the stones behind him.

An old man about seventy years old with a straw hat on his head chased a scalper who looked as old as him and caught up with him at a slightly faster and limited speed than Wu Fan.

Wu Fan raised his hand to stop the ox cart, and was about to speak listlessly, but the old man spoke first. "Son, if you don't want to be slow, come up!"

This ordinary sentence sounded like heaven in Wu Fan's ears at this time, and there was no sentence in the world that moved Wu Fan more than it.

"Thank you......" Wu Fan thanked weakly, moved to the side of the ox cart, and fell into the dry haystack pulled behind the cart, and there was no sound.

The old man shook his head, pulled Wu Fan's feet exposed from the side of the cart into the haystack, and continued to leisurely drive the ox cart on the road.

The sound of 'squeaky and squeak' was endless, accompanied by Wu Fan's slight snoring, singing and harmonizing as if it were a mountain song.

The old man turned his head to look at Wu Fan who was sleeping, suddenly smiled incomprehensibly, and hummed a song softly, although the voice was soft, but every word was so clear, although the sound was pale, it made people reluctant to leave again.

'Life is bleak and cherishes the dust, the previous life is just a joke, the prosperity is easy to thank and look back, and the peach blossom source of Yaoqin and the horizontal flute ......'

The song is melodious, fluttering and sprinkling, the old cow who originally hung his head to pull the cart actually raised his head, accompanied by the old man's singing and mooing towards the sky, the newborn sunlight stretched the figure of the old man and the old cow and projected it on the haystack behind the car, and the two shadows were in one place, looking like the old man riding on the back of the cow.

This tortuous road seemed to have no end, and the ox cart kept walking along the road, and when the sun turned golden and began to sink in the west, Wu Fan, who had slept for a day, finally woke up leisurely.

The old man, who didn't know when he smoked dry cigarettes, turned his head and said with a smile: "Boy, are you awake?"

Wu Fan looked around in a daze, and his brain, which was gradually recovering its function, remembered something, and quickly sat up and looked at the old man gratefully. "Uncle, thank you!"

"Uncle?" the old man was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, and muttered vaguely: "It......'s also right to call Uncle."

"Uncle, what did you say?" Wu Fan asked puzzled.

The old man did not explain, but knocked the dry tobacco the board of the car, put it into his arms, and took out two clean raw sweet potatoes from it. "Hungry, hurry up and eat!"

Wu Fan thanked him again, took the two steamed potato-sized sweet potatoes, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Sweet potatoes, although I have not eaten them in this life, but I often eat them in the previous life, but these two sweet potatoes look ordinary and inconspicuous, but the taste is much better than in memory, not only sweet and crisp, but also full of moisture, after eating the two, they both fill their stomachs and quench their thirst.

The old man waited until Wu Fan finished eating, took out another silver square box from his arms that looked like a Doraemon treasure bag, and put it in front of Wu Fan.

The box is about a palm long and half a palm wide and a finger thick, and the whole body is silver, without any patterns.

The old man patted the silver box. "Boy, you and I are destined, this box will be given to you, you must put it away closely, it will be of great benefit to you. ”

Wu Fan looked at the box and looked at the old man, if another stranger gave him a box for no reason, he would definitely not accept it, but for some reason, it was obviously an ordinary old man in front of him who he didn't know, but it made him feel a sense of infinite trust, and this trust had no reason, that is, he felt that the old man would not harm him.

Wu Fan carefully picked up the box, only to find that this thing that looked like silver was not a metal object, and the feeling of starting it was neither gold nor silver, neither copper nor iron, in short, it felt like a piece of wood.

"Is this a box?" Wu Fan flipped over and fiddled with the silver box, but he couldn't find a single gap, if it weren't for the sound of collisions coming from time to time, he was almost certain that this thing was a solid piece of wood.

"It's a box, and when the time comes, it will naturally open!" the old man laughed, stroking his small gray beard under his chin.

"When is the timing?" Wu Fan frowned, feeling more and more the mystery of the old man in front of him.

The old man withdrew his gaze and looked up at the road ahead, and laughed almost eerily.

Wu Fan followed the old man's gaze, and in the middle of the road, a tattered truck that was about to fall apart was parked in the middle of the road.

(Immerse yourself in hard work and use the morning time to finish the day's work, I'm amazing, don't you reward me? ^_^ If the boss is not in the company in the afternoon, I'll try to get out another chapter! What, we're a handicap party, so the number of words is still not necessarily, as little as two thousand, as much as three thousand!)

"Back to the Late Qing Dynasty with a Super Battleship" and "Blasphemy"