"sister!"
Gus lunged at Gray just in time to wrap his sister, who was staggering back, into his arms.
Gray's face was pale, his breathing was short of breath, his back was wet, and there were bloody scars.
Although he is a boxing genius and has four serial mechanical crossbows with unlimited ammunition, his pursuers are numerous and powerful, and under the blessing of the boxing god, he looks like a mad tiger, fearless of death, and still causes heavy damage to Gray.
The torrential rain did not stop at all, and the raindrops the size of soybeans hit the wound like venom, and the wound soon turned white, trembling like a baby's lips.
"Come on, let's find a place to hide!"
Gus had never seen his sister so badly injured, so vulnerable.
After the first murder, some kind of power secretly grew in his heart. He didn't know where it came from, and he supported Grey, with one foot deep and the other shallow, drifting with the tide in the rainstorm and mud.
Finally, before running out of strength and being buried in mudslides, I found a relatively dry cave with a relatively high terrain that would not be submerged for the time being.
Deep in the cave, there is a nest of branches and weeds, which has been pressed down to be very soft and warm.
This place should be the residence of bear beasts, but they didn't find the shadow of the bear.
Even if you really find out, Gus thought holding the serial mechanical crossbow, I can shoot the bear's head off with one crossbow.
Gray fell into the bear's den, bit his lips tightly, emptied the contents of his rucksack, and tremblingly found the medical potion.
Asked Gus to apply the medicine and bandage her, and took two pills internally, she breathed a sigh of relief, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Gray's sleep was very restless, and even in his sleep, he still twitched nervously and let out a sharp roar, as if fighting an enemy in a nightmare.
Gus had never encountered such a situation, so he couldn't help but asked Lu Qingchen worriedly: "We, can we make it through, reach the south, and find the 'Steam Army'?"
The devil spread his hands and said, "I hope so.
Gray woke up once before dawn.
At this time, she was hot all over, her face flushed unnaturally, and wisps of white mist even appeared on her forehead.
"Sister, you have a fever."
Gus said in horror, "You're burning like a torch!"
"Um."
With the support of her younger brother, Gray drank two large bags of water, and then forcibly ate two pieces of soaked pancakes with added animal fat. Then she took a breath and said, "Gus, listen That said, there is a sewn dark bag at the bottom of the rucksack, inside is Dad’s diary, which records the way to find the “Steam Army” in the south, you can read it now, and then burn Dad’s diary, absolutely It cannot fall into the hands of the Fist Temple.
"Remember, if I really can't make it through, you have to go to the south to find the 'Steam Army' by yourself. They are the only ones who can help you survive and avenge your father, understand?"
"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Gus widened his eyes and said, "I won't leave you alone, you can definitely make it through!"
"I mean 'if'."
Gray smiled wryly, "Our enemy is the Fist Temple, or even... the Fist God himself. Don't you think it's too optimistic to say 'I'll be able to make it through'? Don't worry, I'm fine now. Those who just graduated from Iron Fist School How could it be possible for a guy who graduated and entered the boxing gym for a few years to kill me? But if I meet my uncle, I can't guarantee it.
"Go, go and read Dad's diary, that is your responsibility and your right!"
After saying these words, my sister fell into a deep sleep again.
Gus took a deep breath and tore open the hidden pocket at the bottom of the rucksack with a knife.
Inside is a very beautifully bound notebook, with mysterious and complicated patterns drawn, Gus has never seen such a thing, which means that the tools and even the machinery needed to make the notebook are extremely precise.
Turning over the title page, there was a sentence written on it. Gus had sharp eyes and could tell at a glance that it was in his father's handwriting.
Dad trembled and wrote: "Our world, is it a lie?"
This question caused Gus's pupils to shrink suddenly, and he looked up at the demon around him.
"Uh, whether it's a lie or not depends on your definition of 'lie'."
Lu Qingchen touched his nose, and said lightly, "From a certain point of view, all the world is a false lie, and the meaning of life is to find and cultivate the only truth among countless lies. That's probably it. ?”
Gus couldn't understand the demon's words.
He continued to look through his father's diary.
The diary is written with an extremely thin brushstroke, Gus has never seen such a note, winding like a fly's head, can write extremely small but extremely clear.
Such handwriting must be written with a very fine nib and a very smooth ink supply system.
This involves very high and profound mechanical processing technology, which is something that the Fist Temple hates.
Anyway, Gus had never seen such thin, clear and beautiful handwriting in Chijin Town.
Just this diary, falling into the hands of Fist God Hall, is enough to convict father of death, not to mention the rebellious and even insane remarks recorded in the diary.
sister didn't lie,
Dad was the first person to be enchanted, and my sister just inherited my father's behest.
Gus sighed, rubbed a towel, and gently put it on his sister's hot forehead, and then continued to read. In the diary, Dad wrote:
"Tekken Calendar 10235, May 7th.
"This is impossible!
"The power of the Fist God is invincible. There are no monsters, monsters or demons who can compete with the way of the Iron Fist. They are deceptive and fake. They are all illusions. This kind of 'steam engine' cannot output such powerful power!"
"Tekken Calendar 10235, July 2nd.
"Today, I once again used the 'steam engine' to output a power comparable to that of the 'Fist of the Deep Sea'. This is the fifth successful test in seven days. An ordinary person without the strength to restrain a chicken can blast out a fighting power comparable to a martial arts genius who has been practicing hard for decades.
"If this is true, then what is the point of decades of hard work for martial arts geniuses
"My world has collapsed, the Way of the Iron Fist is really the only truth, is God of Fist the only true god
"If the 'power of machinery and steam' is really so useful, if our world could popularize 'power of machinery and steam' on a large scale three to five thousand years earlier, wouldn't the common people have to suffer so much from the raging beasts?" After years of ravages, if we have long been able to become the unique spirits of all things, what will our world look like
"Why did the God of Boxing deceive us and not tell the world clearly that the power of machinery and steam is so powerful?"