DC New Krypton.

Chapter 1776: Deserted Village

Two days later.

Hale placed his arms flat behind his back, his forearm muscles bulging, creating a stable platform for Bulma to step on.

Yesterday, although Bulma was very happy to be close to Hale, because Hale was running and carrying Bulma, Bulma's blood circulation was blocked and her legs were paralyzed. Coupled with the ups and downs and the effect of motion sickness, Bulma felt extremely uncomfortable.

So Hale changed his method. He put his arms behind his back, bulged his forearm muscles, and exaggeratedly created a muscle platform. The forearm muscle platform was 60 centimeters long. Bulma stepped on it barefoot, holding Hale's neck and head to keep balance, and guide Hale.

Sometimes when Bulma was tired, Hale used his energy to make Bulma's hair grow longer, tied her up and made her sleep.

On Hale's back, Bulma can no longer feel any bumps. In this short period of time, Hale has cultivated a self-balancing and stable core of the body. No matter which muscle fiber in the body, it has the ability of self-balancing and stability as the core. It can be said that it is more stable than any suspension.

Bulma straightened her waist behind Hale, supported Hale's head with both hands, raised her eyes and looked over the undulating hillside.

"It's right there! There is a village there, and the Dragon Ball Radar also shows that we are in that village!" Bulma pointed in the direction with her finger and looked at the Dragon Ball Radar in her right hand. After determining the direction, she put the Dragon Ball Radar back into her pocket, and leaned her upper body on top of Hale's head, feeling romantic in her heart.

"Okay." Haier responded, turned to Wukong and said, "Wukong, at two o'clock, we're going to that village."

"Okay, Brother Haier, this time I must run to the village first!" Wukong responded, and immediately ran towards the village with King Pilaf on his back, raising a cloud of dust.

Hale also taught Wukong the super physical self-balancing martial arts. Although Wukong practiced it quickly, his level of refinement was far behind Hale. King Pilaf had been on Wukong's back for the past two days, and he was so shaken that his eyes were spinning around and he felt nauseous all day long. He couldn't eat and lost a lot of weight.

For King Pilaf, these two days were torture worse than hell, and he was no longer in his right mind.

The two ran one after the other, refusing to give way to each other, and the dust rolled up. The speed was so fast that the dust didn't even hit Bulma before it splashed behind her.

Two streams of flying sand passed through several hillsides and arrived in front of the village.

Haier braked suddenly in front of the village, and a long dragon formed by thick sand and dust rushed towards his back.

"Wow! Help..." Bulma watched the dust flying towards her, and quickly covered her nose, closed her eyes, and patted Hale with her hands, "There's dust flying behind you, Hale, hale, hale!"

"Hmm?" Haier turned around and saw Sun Wukong's legs transformed into welcoming ones, running to his side with a new round of dust. He laughed proudly: "Brother Haier is so powerful. When I learn Brother Haier's martial arts, I will be as powerful as Brother Haier."

"Then you have to work hard! Inhale~~~~~" Haier took a deep breath while speaking, his abdominal muscles swelled up, and when the dust he and Wukong raised were about to rush towards him, he suddenly used his super stomach to practice martial arts skills, and the compressed air was blew out by Haier, turning it into a two-meter tornado, which rolled up all the dust, and it became bigger and bigger, higher and higher, six meters, ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters... It rolled back far away in the direction they came from,

"It's scary no matter how I look at it. How dare you create a natural disaster like a tornado." Bulma sighed sincerely, watching the tornado rolling up bigger and bigger dust until it rolled over the huge hillside and hit the opposing airflow. The dust spread all over the sky in the distance, obscuring the sky like a drizzle.

"I will soon be able to blow a tornado like this." Sun Wukong said confidently with his eyes shining. After Haier's teaching, he already knew the tricks and techniques. Now he can also blow compressed air from his stomach, but not as many shapes as Haier. But he knew that he would be able to do it in the future. "Don't look at it, let's go into the village to find the dragon ball." Haier shook his head. These were all flashy and fancy tricks. It was good to use them to clean up the dust occasionally.

Bulma jumped off from behind Hale and walked into the village with Hale and Son Goku.

The buildings in this village are all in a bowl-shaped shape, which is like a bowl covering the ground, with large and small bowl-shaped buildings extending outwards. The most common building is a thick chimney.

The houses are not tall and it doesn’t look like a technologically advanced village.

"I wonder if there are any universal capsules for sale here." Bulma looked around and felt that this village was not very developed. The houses were primitive and cheap round houses. Most importantly, "Why is there no one here?"

"Hello everyone, is anyone here?" Bulma put her hands to her mouth and made a trumpet shape and shouted a few times around.

The round houses are located in the village, shaded by many large trees. But after Bulma called out, there was no sound, and it seemed like there was no one there.

There's an inexplicable sense of emptiness and weirdness.

Sun Wukong carried the unconscious King Pilaf on his back and looked around curiously. He suddenly closed his eyes and began to use the Qi to sense living things as taught by Haier. He sensed that there was someone in the house not far away. He suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Found it. There is someone in the house."

Sun Wukong carried King Pilaf on his back and ran to a house. He pointed to a white round house and said, "There's someone inside."

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"Hey! I know you are in there, why don't you answer me!" Sun Wukong knocked on the orange door of the white round house with his fists several times, making a loud bang.

He used the super-qi sensing martial arts taught by Haier to sense that there was a living creature in the house, but the creature was very strange, as if it had many hands, feet and heads stuck together.

"The door is locked, maybe it's the owner of the house..." Haier was just about to teach Wukong how to behave, be polite, be friendly and other common sense and manners that children must know.

"Watch me." Sun Wukong rolled up his sleeves impatiently and punched a hole in the door lock. He easily opened the door and walked in. "It's open!"

"You're really messing around." Bulma said helplessly.

Haier felt that this wild monkey, Sun Wukong, really needed education.

Suddenly, in the dark room, a cold light of an axe appeared, and an axe chopped down towards Sun Wukong.

"what!!!"