latent syndrome.

Chapter 509 508. The Stone Sculpture of the Lonely Man

The Stone Sculpture of the Lonely Man.

It is a rather magnificent cemetery. Anonymous has been in the desert for a long time. When he saw a large garden, he felt relaxed and peaceful in his heart.

This is a very large cemetery, surrounded by iron fences on the outside, and the stone sculpture of the Lonely Man is in the center of the garden.

Locomotives were parked outside, and there was an endless stream of people who came to sign up. All kinds of locomotives parked outside the cemetery turned into an ocean.

You must walk here to express your respect for the saint.

Anonymous also followed the boss of the Illuminati and got out of the car, speechless.

"If only you bikers really cared about him."

"It should be smashed with a hammer."

"Instead of putting it here forever."

"As a souvenir."

Anonymous knew that what these outlaws looked up to and worshiped was not the stone sculpture, but a symbol, a symbol of their own desire, a strong desire to be free.

It's wonderful to say the least.

In order to find such a symbol, one has to imprison him forever, and if freedom is the price, the freedom of others must be restricted.

Just like the hero in everyone's mind, in order to express his yearning for a certain spirit, he had to be deified, nailed to the cross of honor forever, and became a symbol of greatness.

Worker bees can leave and drones can fly away.

Is it only the queen bee who becomes a slave?
time.

Anonymous seems to have realized something.

So is there true freedom in the universe?

The wilderness is obviously wrong in this way of longing for freedom.

So how can it be called correct?
some invisible...

All the violent and cruel resentful souls wandering in the deep world.

Maybe in a sense.

Detained.

Primordial chaos.

Just when Anonymous's mind was in a mess, as if he had captured something extremely important, just as he was thinking, he was interrupted by the boss of the Illuminati.

"Forehead……"

The middle-aged man already knew what kind of person Wu Ming was after spending this period of time together, and warned him repeatedly not to act recklessly.

The middle-aged man knew that Wuming's methods were all-powerful, no one was his all-in-one enemy, and he acted quite chaotically. Maybe it was really possible to smash the stone sculpture with a hammer.

"Don't do that."

"It's more serious than breaking the rules of heaven."

"It means making an enemy of the entire wasteland."

The middle-aged man continued to add that every Big Mac speeding party has reached an agreement, and there will always be a top-notch strong guard next to the stone sculpture, so that no mistakes can be made.

"I was just kidding."

"Don't be so nervous."

Of course, Wuming would not do that. In fact, outside the cemetery, he already felt a faint pressure.

This wasteland.

Because there is no space, it is just a correction.

It can be said to be infinitely small, or it can be said to be infinitely large. Gathering all the people who have crashed in the teleportation formation throughout the ages, the average level of their index strength may far exceed most planes.

And those who dare to participate in this road of violence are those who have strong confidence in themselves. Although this place is full of deserts and wreckage, it is extremely remote, but it also gathers more powerful people than the dark blue domain. By.

Anonymous has already discovered that several speed riders are already close to the level of Juggernaut.

The wrestling contest was interrupted midway.

Nameless has always been a little regretful, never really letting go of his hands and feet to do a big job, and now he finally has a chance.

Under the leadership of the boss of the Illuminati, Anonymous followed him into the beautiful and pleasant cemetery, and walked for a while in this magnificent garden.

Finally came to the stone sculpture of the Lonely Man.

But you can't get close, you can only look up from a distance of hundreds of meters.

This is a person sitting cross-legged. Although it is well protected, due to the long-term wind and sand erosion, the outline of the facial features and the clothes on the body have become blurred. It is just a human-shaped stone sculpture that can be roughly seen sitting cross-legged. Before I stopped thinking and feeling, and what kind of state I am in now.

It was just enshrined by the people in the wasteland and became a coordinate, the starting point of each Fury Road competition.

Come to the registration desk.

Several Big Mac speeding parties each sent some people to be responsible. There are many registration points, because the number of contestants in each session is huge, and there is only one registration point. The paperwork alone requires people to write smoke.

The boss of the Illuminati came to a registration point.

He declared his identity as the Illuminati, was a member of the Speeding Party Agreement, handed in the lottery, and registered the number of participants without even writing his name, and it was successfully completed.

It is countless times shorter than Anonymous imagined.

"It's that simple?"

Wuming was surprised, making such a fuss, but isn't this just giving away money for nothing?And the amount of lottery is far beyond Anonymous' imagination.

Although it is not the basic soul of the general denomination index of [-], the converted price is almost several million.

"of course."

"Then just wait for three days before the official start of the competition."

The middle-aged man replied.

Anonymous thought about it for a second, although the money was an astronomical sum for some individuals who were doing badly, but it was nothing for the relatively large-scale Illuminati.

In addition, this may be called a lottery.

The group formed by speeding cars can provide huge potential in breaking barriers beyond the boundary, in case someone can really break through the extreme speed and break the shackles of the plane.

Those who follow behind can also leave the wasteland.

It is equivalent to buying a hope with a few million. As for whether it will succeed or not, it is up to fate.

Anonymous took one last look at the Lonely Man's Stone Sculpture, and was about to leave with the boss of the Illuminati.

"That person is here..."

"The most famous speeder in the wilderness."

"It's him, with a scorpion tattoo on his neck, there's nothing wrong with that, and the woman beside him."

All of a sudden, the crowd became noisy, and everyone's eyes turned to one person.

The Nameless also paused, ready to watch the excitement.

The man with the scorpion tattooed on his neck didn't see it.

Instead, he saw a woman with a sika deer tattooed with simple lines on her neck, with a good figure, and then noticed another man.

Her hair stood up like steel needles, and the scorpion sting on her neck had extended to her face, making her look a bit ferocious.

"Tattoos for couples?"

Anonymous guessed so, but he had heard from Gordon that there was such a person, a rookie in the wasteland.

"Do not."

"It is said that they are a pair of brothers and sisters."

"It's really a rare super-probable event. This pair of men and women do look alike, and they must have been related by blood during their lifetime."

"The man with the scorpion tattoo has a high reputation. He is kind and charitable. He helps the poor and the needy. He never captures others or kills people. He also gets money in a proper way. He only participates in various tournaments."

"The saint belongs to yes."

The boss of the Illuminati added.

"Is there such a bad guy?"

Anonymous was so surprised that there are such people in the deep world per capita, it is simply...inconceivable, outrageous and outrageous to do lung care, fucking outrageous to suffocation.

He doesn't believe in evil at all.

Immediately stepped forward to ask him to touch 2000 yuan and use it.

(End of this chapter)