Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 1010

The dejected Bai Lang ultimately didn't crush the bear—he couldn't bear the humiliation; venting anger was actually shameful, it showed he was incompetent.

Bai Lang, always tough, quickly regained his composure after overcoming his mental block. "It's just a few more decades—damn, I can't quite remember where the Russians mainly conducted nuclear tests, but there's definitely a chance in Siberia."

If it really doesn't work, just stay a little longer. There's nothing you can't stand.

After all, food is plentiful here, and even giant beasts can survive.

There were mammoths and woolly rhinoceroses here, but the cave lion was indeed extinct. The only one that lived in the same era as those two remaining beasts was Bai Lang.

"They were so few in number, no wonder they weren't discovered in later generations. They probably all went extinct in the new century, right?" Bai Lang thought about these random thoughts and decided that he would stay in the Outer Khingan Mountains all the way to the border of the three northern provinces.

If they can afford to raise those Siberian tigers, then they can certainly support a beast like him.

Waves of energy surged in, and it seems that the subsequent handling of this situation has slightly altered the original course of history in this world.

They've really started; this is the final battle of the Liberation War!
With the Seventh Fleet no longer existing, and with no reinforcements from the Fifth Fleet or anything else available, and with all the military bases in East Asia in chaos, China crossed the strait.

Just like the situation on the mainland, this time the situation of the defeat that occurred more than ten years ago has been repeated. The bald man has been training for ten years and has been chanting the slogan "Never forget Ju" for so long, but he still suffered a crushing defeat when he met his old opponent.

Large numbers of able-bodied men brought from the mainland defected upon hearing their native accents. Thus, the bald man, shouting "The Han and the traitors cannot coexist! I should die for the country!" was helped onto a plane by his son and wife and flew directly to Japan.

This nuclear explosion affected Tokyo, and newspaper headlines proclaimed "Yokohama Devastated!" The final tally showed nearly 300,000 to 400,000 dead and missing. With the American forces destroyed, it was inevitable that some people would have ulterior motives.

However, the Americans were still powerful and quickly airlifted a number of troops, suppressing the restless thoughts of some people—not to mention the presence of the Russians who were eyeing Hokkaido.

In less than a month, Wanzai was liberated. The coastal fishermen provided excellent logistical support for the troops. Although the losses were considerable, the whole country was now liberated.

Therefore, Bai Lang was also stimulated by the waves of energy infusion. The existence of this thing was no secret on the border - there were quite a few people who had witnessed this huge monster.

Because Bai Lang had no fear of people, he didn't hide, so there were quite a few witnesses.

This tan-colored behemoth was hardly concealed in the snow; it was quite conspicuous.

Since the white wave couldn't detonate a hydrogen bomb, it learned to hibernate, using hibernation to pass the long winter months, occasionally coming out to hunt and fill its stomach.

This beast's range is unprecedented, setting a new record. It has been discovered that this creature has traveled a long distance to the northeastern border, a migration of 2,000 kilometers. This monster has been active on the border, and its footprints and the remains of its prey have been found within the territory on more than one occasion.

Moreover, this monster had an unexpectedly long lifespan. Wild large cats rarely live longer than twenty years, but this monster was still active until the 1980s—this saber-toothed tiger should have been an adult in the early 1960s, and then it lived for a full twenty years.

By this time, Bai Lang was already very famous, the last Chinese saber-toothed tiger in the world, a nationally protected species. More than once, people tried to capture him for research, but all attempts failed. It wasn't until the early 1990s that Bai Lang finally accumulated enough energy to leave this place.

"Officially declaring the extinction of the Chinese saber-toothed tiger. Good!" Bai Lang chuckled. He had already regained his original bushy beard in the void, and his joints cracked and popped. "Being a tiger is good too. Now I've completely shed my human form? I've achieved the true form of the White Tiger. Actually, there's no need to distinguish between humans and wild beasts so clearly. Isn't it all the same no matter how you change?"

From his current perspective, humans and animals are one; they are both mammals and real animals anyway, and the only difference is probably their intelligence.

The Vermilion Bird had already left this place, and the White Tiger didn't linger either, quickly choosing another direction to crash into some other world—"It's better not to get too close. What if we bump into someone again? Are we going to continue being tigers?"

"Oh, so it really is a martial arts world, huh? It even has a backstory and character settings. Fine, I'll just make them all random. Anyway, I'm still me, who can do anything to me?!"

Bai Lang is still Bai Lang, but the randomly generated data doesn't have the qualifications to be injected into his mind, nor does it have the ability to enforce it—the Four Extremes of Heaven are not so easy to suppress.

"Oh, you're such a senile youth. Why all this melodrama? Let me do some divination—you'd better give me face, or I'll lose my temper." Bai Lang said a few words before he went downstairs.

He then nodded before transforming into a shooting star and descending to the mortal realm.

Sure enough, the place below was a wealthy family's house. Watching the corpses beside him gradually turn into dust, Bai Lang shook his body and became a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. His beard was gone, and the young version of Shao Bao was still a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he had a bit of a fierce aura.

Then, sure enough, his adoptive mother came crying and wailing, saying that his adoptive father had died while he and his ship had disappeared while he was traveling by sea.

His background is that of a spoiled and dissolute young master, who is pampered by his parents without limit and has learned to spend money. He has no martial arts skills at all, but his body is in poor health. "When that dead guy was having fun, I didn't feel anything. Now that something has happened, I'm here. It's really pointless."

His adoptive mother was also in her thirties, and the Bai family was considered a wealthy family—no smaller than the Bai family in the Grand Mansion.

Of course, even close relatives who had no descendants came, with the eldest uncle leading the way, followed by the paternal uncle, their ugly faces hidden beneath a tone of concern.

"The business was funded by the clan's public account, so this money isn't solely yours." That's the implication, but the problem is that the account book is completely forged.

Bai Lang recalled the situation among his relatives. His "uncle's" son, his "cousin," was a martial arts prodigy. At the age of fifteen, he had already reached the eighth level of Ming Jin. Given his current "frivolous and dissolute" behavior, he could never be a match for him.

But now, after a quick calculation, he realized, "My Bai family was destined for extermination. It's really good that they're eating up the dead! It's perfect! Give it all to them and let them take the blame!" So he played the role of a spoiled brat very well—it was almost a natural performance.

Within three days, the mother and son were kicked out. Originally, his branch was the main source of profit, but instead, they owed the clan a large sum of money. The uncles and elders said that in consideration of the old man's hard work over the years, the debt would be wiped clean, but the two of them could not stay here anymore. They should take some money and make a living on their own.

Bai Lang was secretly laughing his head off. His cheap mother was crying and wailing, but he couldn't tell her yet. He would have to find a safe place to stay and tell her slowly.

"Live-action role-playing games are quite fun too." Bai Lang looked at the sky with great appreciation.