I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

Chapter 193 The Moving Train (The Seeker Without Dao 1)

They were heading in the same direction, but the speed of the train under her was slow, and the distance was getting farther and farther before, but now they stopped and the distance was getting closer, which made Qiu Li feel something was wrong.

Qiuli thought for a while, and sent a message to "Unparalleled": "Did something happen?"

There was no echo for half a ring.

Something was wrong, and Qiuli suddenly felt uneasy. Her side task was to save several of her subordinates.

Whether it was to get the "resurrection card" for completing side missions, or getting along with her in the past few days, she had recognized Sister Xia and her party, and she didn't want them to have any accidents.

If it weren't for the existence of npcs to help analyze the plot, she believes that most players treat npcs like humans treat ants.

They probably think that NPCs are ants.

Just like what I always said in self-hypnosis at the beginning: No wonder, no wonder, it's all data.

They all just downplay the world's view of life.

The clouds in the sky once again covered the moon, revealing only a bright white edge, and the earth was shrouded in darkness again.

Qiu Li took out the "Black Crow's Feather". The train's route was winding. If you don't look at the surrounding roads, the straight line distance between her and "Universal Peerless" is not far away.

She looked at the mountains ahead of her, through which she could take a shortcut to the train stop.

She put away the moisture-proof pad, tied her hair up high, looked at a huge fir tree, and jumped down, holding a black silk thread in the air, and then her whole figure melted into the dark jungle.

Beside the window on the train, Xiao Linzi rubbed his eyes. What he saw just now must have been a hallucination. It was a hallucination produced by himself after listening to too many stories.

Qiuli didn't know that in the future, a story of a jungle banshee would appear in the local area.

200 kilometers away from this straight line, the terrain here is high and the temperature is extremely low. This section of the road is the winter in the four seasons mentioned in the brochure.

A train is parked quietly on the snow-covered tracks.

There is a railway management office not far away, the door is open at the moment, and there is a Taoist sitting inside, his face is pale, and the center of his brow is red, but upon closer inspection, it looks like a flame.

Both eyebrows and hair are white, but a pair of eyes are faintly red, and the hair is still tied high into a bun.

There was an icy cold air all over his body, and he didn't look like a living person at all. If Qiuli was here, he would be surprised. In just two days, Jiang Feng looked like a different person.

Jiang Feng was silent for a moment as if he had finally made up his mind. He stood up suddenly, walked into the snow with a compass in his hand, and began to measure the direction. Not long after, he took out a small black flag and planted it on the ground.

He walked all the way to calculate the position...

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and a lot of black flags had been planted behind him.

The few people with strange fates in the car, like God's will, finally pushed him and made him make up his mind. Like a gambler, he began to put all his eggs in one basket to steal the fate that did not belong to him. ...

A few people like ice sculptures in the snow had lost their breath, and the snow gradually fell, covering them. Judging by their clothes, they should be the workers responsible for the maintenance of this crossing.

Chen Wushuang's breath in the carriage was weak, not only him, but the whole train was in a dream at this moment.

The train was wrapped in a faint layer of flames.

The earth is covered with snow, showing a cool and bright color.

A group of them were walking south along the railroad tracks. The snow outside was very slippery, and they walked forward with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

There are mountains and forests on the east and west sides, which are covered by ice and snow at the moment. Although he feels a little cold, it is not strong.

Chen Wushuang vaguely felt something was wrong, but his mind seemed to be frozen.

His senses and muscle memory are full of violations, but as soon as his mind works, the flash of inspiration disappears.

When he was 500 meters away from the train, he stopped and stood there obediently.

Beside him are Mo Zigui and Mo Siniang, and behind him are Sister Xia and Brother Zhu. The five of them are standing in the same position. Looking from the sky, they look like five-pointed stars drawn with one stroke.

The other passengers bypassed the five of them one by one, and continued to walk forward...

On the left side of the railroad track, there is a cliff in the forest. There is a hole above the cliff, covered by years of vegetation, and the hole is covered with frost...

A few kilometers away from this cliff, there is a piece of flat land that has been excavated, and the surroundings are sealed by iron sheets. Several seals at the door have faded. Floating in the wind, making a dull sound.

Qiuli ran quickly along the black silk thread in the dark forest. She liked mountains, and all she could smell was the fresh smell of trees, which relieved her anxious mood a little.

She traveled extremely fast, with the blessing of "Black Crow's Feather", half an hour later, she had already climbed over this mountain and came to the foot of another mountain forest.

After calming down for a while, she exerted her strength again and swept forward.

An hour later, she looked at the gradually approaching location on the communicator in her mind, and breathed a sigh of relief. She found a stone and sat down on the spot. The night wind was blowing her hair, and the "water veil" on her body The coolness brought by it is extremely comfortable.

There was the sound of metal knocking in her ears.

This is a deep mountain, how could there be such a sound? Qiuli's ears pricked up, and the sound was not far from her. The terrain here was high, and as far as the eye could see, there was a building built by humans one mile away.

That was the only way she had to go, she was a little curious, but let's forget it today, the business is important.

After drinking half a bottle of water, she got up, squeezed her sore legs, and continued to set off. The jungle world under the "Black Crow's Feather" was only black and white, with countless tiny black threads interspersed in the jungle. These were all she could move forward. road.

She arrived at the human building that she just saw almost instantly. This is a simple work shed, surrounded by iron sheets, and there is no reserved exit, and they are all sealed. The sound of the iron sheet was probably opened by animals. , drifting with the wind, it is about to fall.

Qiu Li's eyes flicked, and her body continued to walk forward.

【drop……

Hidden copy:
Seekers have no way

Mandatory task: Find the Taoist seeker and kill him.

Mission failed, obliterated;

After the task is completed, 10 comprehensive points will be rewarded. 】

Qiu Li had just finished reading these few sentences, and exclaimed that it was not good. Before she could react, her body began to fall. After a while, the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and her feet finally landed on the ground.

She appeared in a Taoist temple.

She touched her tall bun, looked down at her chest, it was as normal as before, and a memory flooded into her mind.

His name is Mingyue, and he is a Taoist boy in a "nameless" Taoist temple in Qingping Mountain. Yes, the Taoist temple is called Wuming.

The Taoist temple has a long history, but the geographical location is too remote, the mountain roads are rugged, and there are few pilgrims. In the Taoist temple, Taoists grow their own vegetables, occasionally go down the mountain to buy food, and live in poverty.

Up to now, the old Taoists have gone, and there are only 3 people left in the Taoist temple. Mingyue is a 15-year-old senior, Qingfeng is an 11-year-old junior, and the master Zhuoshan Taoist is 50 years old and is the master of the temple.

In addition to practicing the Taoist scriptures with his master every day, he is also responsible for one meal a day in the Taoist temple; yes, that's right, this Taoist temple only eats one meal a day.

Now it was approaching evening, and he was carrying a bucket to draw water from the well outside the door.

He looked at the bucket at his feet, and sat down on the edge of the well. He was a man in two lives, and he was a man for the first time. His heart was full of weirdness and apprehension.

(End of this chapter)