Galoran said peacefully:
"I don't know what that monster is called, if you answer rashly, it will only mislead you.
"On this matter, the only thing I can say is to maintain a gentle and humble attitude, face it with an inclusive attitude, don't be reckless, don't be arrogant.
Although she used the Red River language this time, she was no longer so eloquent, but she still heard Gray, Waite, and Fars for a moment. She felt that this was very reasonable, and that it was inconsistent with the advice of ordinary people. What a difference, just wrap some simple words in a very classy way.
At this time, Shang Jianyao turned his head and looked at Long Yuehong:
"What do you want to ask?"
How do you know I have questions to ask? Wait, why am I asking? Long Yuehong struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help but said:
"Master, don't you think there is a stylistic difference between what you describe and reality?"
In fact, he is no stranger to "seal", and DiMarco seems to be trapped in the "underground ark" because of this, but it involves ageing, the principle is unclear, and no one uses religious language to package it, it does not sound so contradictory.
Galoran was not angry, smiled and said:
"Everyone's perception of the world is different. Yours may not be wrong, mine may not be right, each has its own way, and there is nothing to argue about."
Your answer makes me feel like an idiot... Long Yuehong opened her mouth and muttered in her heart.
This is because Galoran's words reminded him of a joke in the old world entertainment material:
Someone asked the wise man: How to convince those idiots
The wise man replied: There is no need to convince them, nor is it possible to convince them, it will only waste your time. I usually stop explaining, choose to go along, and say to them: Well, you're right.
Someone objected: how does this work? You are escaping reality and not facing the problem!
The wise man replied: Well, you are right.
Galolan glanced at Long Yuehong and added a few words:
"All cognitions are just appearances. What we need to do is to find the existence of Tao from these cognitions, to feel, to comprehend, until we get something..."
Seeing that Long Yuehong, Gray and others were all at a loss, Galolan stopped explaining and said with a smile:
"In the simplest terms, look at the essence through the appearance."
Jiang Baimian stopped this one-sided "talking about the mystery" in time, and smiled and said:
"Daoist, after the worship is over, are you going to stroll around in the ruins of this city, or are you going to leave?"
After Galoran listened carefully, he suddenly laughed:
"I was at peace with the situation and didn't have a clear destination, but after you said that, I suddenly remembered that the first city is nearby. I have been away for many years, and since I passed by, let's go back and have a look."
She didn't explain that it belongs to another sense of letting things go. Anyway, to her, she doesn't care what others think of her.
Having said that, Galolan turned around and saluted in a certain direction three times in a row with the incense stick that was still smoking.
Jiang Baimian and others noticed that that direction basically coincided with the area where the "Tao and Electrical Maintenance" station was located.
"I'm done worshiping, it's time to leave." Galolan glanced at the incense sticks that had burned to the end, and said to the "Old Key Group" with a smile.
Then, she bowed again:
"There is no one else, and a new world is at hand."
After speaking, she walked slowly towards the road where the two teams came.
After walking nearly ten meters, she turned around and reminded:
"There are still many powerful monsters here. Although they are not as powerful as that one, they are not easy to solve. You'd better not run around."
Daoist Master, you are so easy to meet, you must have encountered a lot of powerful monsters, right? The last time they met, Long Yuehong didn't realize how strong Galolan was, but after experiencing all kinds of things, he found that this man could walk on the ground in extremely dangerous places such as the ruins of Swamp No. 1 and the ruins of Wasteland No. 13. The Taoist priest who goes to freedom is definitely more difficult than he imagined.
Even if he is not as good as Du Heng, he is definitely a leader in the "Sea of Origins".
It was still Galolan who didn't know the "Spiritual Corridor" at the time. Long Yuehong had no way of guessing what level she had reached now.
"Understood." Jiang Baimian responded to Galolan with a smile.
After watching Galolan with blonde hair in a bun casually disappear at the corner of the street, Shang Jianyao suddenly sighed:
"She went to face herself."
"Ah?" Jiang Baimian was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Shang Jianyao was talking about.
Galoran "follows what happens" to the vicinity, not only because of fate's arrangement, but also because of her own subconsciousness.
She may have reached the end of the "Sea of Origins" and needs to face the self she doesn't want to face the most.
And that she is clearly "rooted" in "First City".
If you can't escape, let's face it.
The reason why Shang Jianyao sighed is because he has not made any progress in this area, and he still cannot convince him, defeat him or tolerate him.
Wang Fugui and Gray's expressions changed slightly, but they didn't say anything, while Waite and Fars were slightly at a loss.
At this time, the incense sticks that were fixed on the railing by a mass of black mud had almost burned out and turned into gray-white fine powder.
"The 'Eternal Years' sect?" Wang Fugui looked back and asked.
It's hard not to make him associate with this style, this way of talking.
"You are really knowledgeable." Shang Jianyao praised.
The compliments were accompanied by applause that was never absent.
Are you confirming my guess, or do you think about him? Wang Fugui couldn't figure out the actual meaning of Shang Jianyao's praise.
"That's what she said. We don't know whether it is or not." Jiang Baimian added to Shang Jianyao.
At this moment, a terrified voice sounded somewhere in the ruins of the city:
"Help!
"Help!"
This is in Honghe language, giving people a heart-piercing feeling.
"Are you going?" Shang Jianyao turned his head and asked Jiang Baimian.
Jiang Baimian looked at the place where the voice came from, and said after deliberation:
"It's hundreds of meters away.
"If you keep going in that direction, you'll soon be beyond two kilometers."
Two kilometers is the exploration limit agreed upon by the two teams in advance. Once it is exceeded, if they encounter danger, they will not have enough physical strength to run back to the exit.
Huh, the team leader is still reasonable... Moreover, who knows whether it is a human being or a monster calling for help... Long Yuehong praised Jiang Baimian in his heart.
In fact, if someone is really desperate for help in front of him, he has a certain ability and may not be able to bear it, but since he doesn't see anyone and only hears voices, he won't be embarrassed and soft-hearted.
Shang Jianyao immediately sighed and did not refute.
At this time, Jiang Baimian smiled and said:
"But we can still go in that direction, just not exceeding the limit, staying within two kilometers.
"If the person who asked for help is lucky enough to meet us, then save him by the way."
Shang Jianyao suddenly smiled and said:
"Don't worry, Xiaohong is here!"
Hello! Long Yuehong expressed dissatisfaction in her heart.
"I have no opinion." Bai Chen agreed with the plan.
Gray and the others looked at each other and didn't say anything in support, but they didn't object either.
As far as they are concerned, it is enough to collect materials on the road. Anyway, they all feel that the possibility of a rescuer encountering themselves and others is very low.
Besides, if something really went wrong, they didn't plan to live and die with the Xue Yueyue team.
Wang Fugui thought for a while, then nodded lightly:
"also."
He immediately glanced at the four members of the "Old Tunes Group" and said with a smile:
"You are kinder than I thought..."
On lime soil, this is a good quality, but not a useful one.
Shang Jianyao responded to him with a smile:
"Do you know what our real goal is?"
"What?" Wang Fugui asked curiously.
Shang Jianyao's expression became solemn:
"Save all mankind!"
"..." Wang Fugui, Gray, Waite, and Fars were stunned for two seconds, and cheered "Haha".
What a good joke!
The two teams began to slowly move in that direction, breaking car windows, rummaging through corpses, and collecting all kinds of valuable and portable items, including but not limited to gold, technical materials, useful books, intact components that were not unpacked, There are things that use special alloys.
After walking three or four hundred meters in this way, a figure suddenly appeared in Long Yuehong's eyes.
The figure stumbled towards this side and kept looking back, as if being chased by something extremely terrifying.
He was about the same height as Long Yuehong, wearing a linen shirt with an extra bag sewn, with gray hair, dark brown eyes, and a shotgun in his hand.
Fellington!
He was exactly the relic hunter Ferrinton that the "Old Tune Team" was looking for.
"What happened?" Shang Jianyao asked aloud while holding up his Berserker assault rifle.
Ferrinton turned his head, saw them, and hurriedly shouted:
"Help! There are monsters!"
"There is nothing behind you." Jiang Baimian reminded Shang Jianyao before he scare the other party.
Felintong panted:
"I'll catch up soon!"
There are no medium-to-large creatures within a range of dozens of meters... Jiang Baimian muttered, being kind like a runner:
"Then we withdraw to the square before."
All the way back to the place where Galoran sacrificed his ancestors, Fei Lin saw that there were no monsters chasing after him, and finally relaxed a little, no longer so tense and panic.
"What did you see?" Jiang Baimian asked.
Ferrinton took a deep breath and said:
"I avoided the white wolf's puppet and entered here, wanting to find another way to leave while collecting supplies and expired food.
"As a result, in the past few days, I have seen many corpses, corpses that have not been dead for a long time.
"Some of them cut their arteries with shards of glass, some shot themselves, some were doused with gasoline and burned alive..."
The rest of the suicides? Long Yuehong thought with a solemn expression.
Ferrinton continued:
"This frightened me, I didn't dare to stay any longer, and I quickly searched for a way out. Just now, I was on a street, and I saw it, I saw it..."
His face gradually reappeared in the same panic as before:
"Saw a living person."