Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 117 Observation Log of Native Religious Believers
Climbing a mountain, climbing a mountain that has not been fully developed and built with matching rest facilities.

For the first time, Wei Wenxue felt that whether it was a cable car or someone carrying her up, it was a good civilization, but why didn't there be any in Kangtai Mountain?
"Because climbing by yourself is more pious." An Xiangwen replied, "Don't look at me like that, Miss Wei, you've said what you think in your heart."

An Xiangwen spread his hands and panted slightly, but it was much better than the flaxen-haired girl who was slumped on the bench by the roadside and didn't want to move at all.

Looking up along the platform they were on, on the viewing platform dozens of steps higher than them, a black-haired young man stood there far away, half of his body was about to lean out of the railing, which caused a burst of exclamation from others.

Normally, An Xiangwen would have rushed up to stop him, but now he couldn't move, so he lazily shouted up: "Brother Bai—be careful not to fall—"

The black-haired young man on the viewing platform seemed to have heard it, and leaned back a little.

Then the next thing is... An Xiangwen turned his gaze to the small box at Wei Wenxue's feet.

It was much smaller than the big suitcase that the flaxen-haired girl dragged yesterday, about [-] to [-] centimeters, but it was still too big for the burden of climbing.

"Why does Miss Wei have to bring this box?" An Xiangwen was very helpless, "If you didn't bring the box, your physical strength should not be exhausted so fast."

"Inside...inside are...inside are girls'...some necessary items." Wei Wenxue gasped three times, "If you don't bring it, you can't do it!"

As for what is inside, no one will open it to see.

An spread his hands to the article booth: "As long as Miss Wei can move, we can continue to go up."

Wei Wenxue was silent, Wei Wenxue wanted to grab the ground with her head.

"Let's rest for another 5 minutes." After struggling hard, the flaxen-haired girl said painfully, "Sit for another 5 minutes and I will leave!"

Five minutes later, Wei Wenxue climbed up with flimsy steps. Looking at the mountain road that was far away from the top of the mountain, she couldn't help supporting herself with a box.

Why on earth did she come to suffer this trip?Wouldn't it be nice to stay comfortably in...

Moreover, what kind of physical strength is Baisu?
The altitude of Mount Kangtai is at least 1000 meters. They have climbed now...about three-fifths of the climb, and the black-haired young man walking in the front is still walking briskly, without even sweating.

And, An Xiangwen is also very strange!

Isn't he just discharged from the hospital? Why is this leg so flexible?

Wei Wenxue couldn't help but glance at the curly-haired youth's calf. She remembered...was it the left or the right, was it pierced?Can't see...

Probably aware of the sight behind him, An Xiangwen climbed to the resting platform on the next floor, stood on a high place and turned around to look at Wei Wenxue.

The difference between one high and one low made An Xiangwen form a bird's-eye view.

The curly-haired young man stared at the panting flaxen-haired girl, then pointed to his sideburns, and mouthed: It's exposed, black.

Wei Wenxue, who hadn't walked up yet, casually stroked her hair, but found nothing but the fluffy flaxen hair.

The curly-haired young man who succeeded in pranking or defrauding others was satisfied, and walked up several floors one after another, humming a song, trying his best to catch up with the black-haired young man who stopped on the viewing platform.

"Brother Bai!" An Xiangwen raised his hand, "I've caught up!"

Baisu turned around, only seeing An Xiangwen's figure on the platform, but not Wei Wenxue.

Baisu waved his hand and asked, "Has she not come up yet?"

An Xiangwen shrugged: "Slower, who asked Miss Wei to carry a suitcase, and wanted to help her carry it, but she refused."

An Xiangwen then rubbed his chin and thought about it, guessing what was in Wei Wenxue's box.

"Could it be... a bomb or something?"

After An Xiangwen finished speaking, Baisu looked at humans like a fool: "What have you been looking at recently?"

An Xiangwen rubbed his head: "Cough... After saying good night to Brother Bai last night, I made up a movie version of Ke ○, and the eight fried eggs looked pretty good..."

Even if Baisu didn't understand it, he knew that the place he was in now was a country with strict control over dangerous goods. Explosives and the like were not so easy to carry. Moreover, he didn't smell the smell of gunpowder.

"Well, I'll just guess casually." The curly-haired young man finished talking casually. He stood at the position where Baisu was before and looked down. He had a panoramic view of the strange rocks lined up in the mountains and the clouds and mists surrounding them, "Wow, here Nice view!"

While the two stayed on the viewing platform and waited for others, other tourists kept passing by.

Most of the tourists stop and go, rest for a while when they are tired, take a photo of themselves or their relatives and friends with a camera, and a small number of people are already sweating, but they do not stop.

Some people even stumbled and fell on the stone steps because of exhaustion. After being lifted up by kind people, they refused to take a temporary rest, and continued to walk up with their bloody knees.

So weird.

Baisu observed those different tourists, all of them had numb eyes, only when they looked at the top of the mountain would they show a bit of... fanaticism?
Some familiar looks flashed past, and then looked at the tourists, they continued to climb up staggeringly, and the way they wobbled made people worry that they might fall down again in the next moment.

"It seems to say that climbing by yourself will be more pious..." An Xiangwen saw some strange tourists after watching the scenery, "But this is too much effort, right?"

Humans spoke softly, but there was still a devout tourist who heard it. He instantly changed his numb expression, turned his head, and looked at An Xiangwen who had just finished speaking.

The tourist didn't speak, but his eyes were straight, but the other person's expression showed what he wanted to express - he was questioning what An Xiangwen said.

"You..." The tourist opened his mouth, his voice hoarse from the fatigue of climbing.

The curly-haired youth was stared at, and he decisively hid behind Baisu, and quickly changed his words: "Working hard is the right thing to do, and walking with two legs is the most correct way!"

The tone of the words is good to read, but it is enough to deal with tourists.

The staring tourists turned their heads, ignored An Xiangwen, and continued to walk up.

"Huh—" the curly-haired young man let out a long breath, feeling as if he had escaped a catastrophe.

He patted his chest and walked out from behind Baisu. He was about to speak, but when he looked down, he saw that Baisu had taken out a pen and paper and was recording something there.

An Xiangwen was curious, so he asked, "Brother Bai, what are you writing?"

Baisu hummed, and replied, "The local religious believers observe the log."

An Xiangwen felt that he heard it wrong, and asked again: "What?"

Baisu scribbled and wrote the remaining few words: "It's nothing, I just feel that the quality of believers in Fuzhao Temple just now... they don't seem to be very smart."

ha?He heard it right... the word he just used was quality, right?

(End of this chapter)