The Era of Game

52 Self-abuse Wayfinding

    Chen Zhong slapped Chen Yi's forehead again and said, "Ayi, when can you fix this nonsense? The husband said that is his place of life, and that is the place of his husband's life. You are a martial artist, can you understand Mr.'s calculations? Besides, Mr. yesterday was considered a catastrophe, so we should trust him."

    Chen Yi was still dissatisfied: "Mr.'s calculation? Mr. is not a god. At the beginning, he only calculated a vitality. The specifics are not clear at all. We only came here to live here after believing the husband's statement, and came here to plant phoenix flowers. But since it is a place of vitality, why does the fire Phoenix flower only grow a seedling to death?"

    Chen Zhong was really angry this time: "If you talk nonsense, don’t blame me for doing it! Whatever your husband says, you and I don’t have the wisdom of your husband, you just need to protect your husband! Those who don’t trust the husband, I don’t want to hear it in your mouth again!"

    Chen Yi was aggrieved and mumbled: "Of course I belong to Mr. Xin! It’s just that yesterday’s thing was too thrilling. I dare not risk Mr.’s life! If Mr. is with you and me, at least I can use my life to protect him. But Mr. insists on living alone, we can only stay far away, this kind of feeling beyond our power is really too uncomfortable!"

    Chen Zhong sighed, and stopped bothering to talk to Chen Yi. He asked, "Rebuilding the bamboo house for your husband, are you going to go?"

    Chen Yi clenched his fist, dulled, raised his head and asked, "Mr.?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "Well, I'll go." Chen Yi reluctantly picked up his bow and arrow, took another axe, and left with Chen Zhong.

    Wan Jingtian couldn't help but fluctuate after hearing those words. Sorrowful for the fate of Ziyun, and moved by the loyalty of Chen Zhong and Chen Yi, he leaned on the door of the firewood house, but he heard a "boom"—it was the iron shovel standing on the door outside the door. It's loose!

    He was so pleasantly surprised that he quickly looked at the main house.

    Through the two windows of the firewood house and the main house, he could only see the corner of the bed in the main house. At this moment, he only felt that the main house was quiet, but he didn't know what Ziyun was doing.

    Maybe you are asleep, right?

    Wan Jingtian took a deep breath and began to gently shake the door panel slightly. He could feel that the shovel outside the door was deviating little by little with the vibration of the door panel.

    Finally, with a "dang" sound, the iron shovel landed! The door of the wood house squeaked open.

    This is great!

    He tiptoed out, and when he passed the door of the main house, he took a look inside—Ziyun really fell asleep on the bed.

    This is a godsend opportunity to escape! I'm sorry if you don't run!

    So quickly, Wan Jingtian left the cabin and the lakeside clearing.

    There are no roads and no marks in the dense forest. Wan Jingtian no longer knows how to return to Shi Rongshan from here, but he does not want to go back at this time.

    He tried to recall the route backed by Chen Yi and the location of the Ziyun Bamboo House, while observing the traces of Chen Zhong and Chen Yi walking along the way, searching all the way.

    Yes, he did not choose to leave, but wanted to return to the bamboo house to see if he could do something for Ziyun.

    Ziyun doesn't blame him, it doesn't mean he doesn't feel guilty. After all, it was personally ruining the hope of others, how could you just pat your ass and leave?

    But as he walked, he was still lost.

    The place was really covered and confused by some power, otherwise it was only a half-burning journey, how could he be completely lost after only a day?

    He wandered around in the forest, and after a while, he came to the place where he first encountered the silver-armored sword beast—that’s where he was hit by the bushes over there by a roar of the silver-armored sword beast. Here, and then a series of events, the butterfly effect generally ruined Zi Yunsheng's hope.

    Thinking back, if he was not so curious at that time, if he ran away early with those animals, Ziyun would not be ruined now, the bamboo house and vegetable garden, the fire Phoenix flower, and the hope.

    In fact, he didn't know what he could do for Ziyun, but even if he helped him rebuild a bamboo house, it would be good. I just think I can't just leave. What he is doing now, he feels helpless, he clearly ran away from the locked wood shed, and even has to go back by himself.

    But now that he is here, he can probably also find the way to the bamboo house-that bush!

    Since I passed there at the time, I should be able to pass there now.

    Wan Jingtian recalled the arc of the sky and the place where he fell. He quickly determined that there was a lush bush in a certain direction, where some branches were broken because of his last impact.

    He pushed aside the bushes and drilled inside. He felt that after drilling through the bushes, he would see the long, rough slope. Then walk down the long slope and you will return to Ziyun's vegetable garden.

    The bushes are thick, and there are some thorny thorns inside. Wan Jingtian's clothes were already in tatters. No matter how careful he was, he couldn't completely avoid the thorns, so he couldn't add many new scratches.

    What is strange is that he has walked into the bush for about three or four meters, still has not penetrated the bush, and has not seen the slope.

    But this is impossible! According to the feeling at the time, the bush was at most one meter wide. At that time, his body instantly smashed through the bush, and then rolled down a long slope. The length was almost like rolling directly from the top to the foot of the mountain.

    Finally, he pushed aside the last layer of bushes and got through that bush. What is strange is that there is still a plain dense forest behind it!

    No, this is not right! Wan Jingtian suspected that he had misremembered.

    He returned from the original path of the bushes, carefully observed the scene and recalled the situation at the time, and walked through the bushes several times from slightly different locations.

    But it was still wrong. Every time he walked through the other side of the bush, he saw the same dense forest!

    Is it the wrong way? Or is the angle wrong?

    Come to think of it, he smashed into the bushes from mid-air, that is, from an angle of forty-five degrees upwards, and entered at a faster speed.

    Must this be?

    He hesitated.

    But there seems to be no other way.

    He gritted his teeth-smashed in and smashed in!

    Shouldn't you pay a price if you destroy the hope of others?

    He chose a tree at a suitable distance beside the bush, and after climbing to a height of about three or four meters above the tree, he calculated that the angle and falling speed should not be much different from that at the time, so he resolutely jumped towards the bush. Go down!

    At this time, if you really encounter that strange slope, there is a rolling buffer, and the impact from the ground will not be too severe; if you don't encounter it, it will be directly from the second floor to the ground with a physical body!

    This is definitely the most masochistic, weirdest, and most desperate way to find a way he has ever tried in his life.`