Ita Era

Chapter 73 The Primitive Era (8)

"What's ahead?" Ding Shi looked at the approaching blue ground, stepped on it and fell backward. Then his body quickly slid forward on the blue ground. He was very fast and had overtaken Su Su in a few breaths.

Su Su said urgently, "Ding Shi, I want to play too." She was in the next lane and could only run on foot. But she was better than Wang Meng.

Wang Meng entered the sand dune terrain and couldn't run at all, so he could only crawl on all fours. But Ita was fair; as he crawled, Wang Meng pulled a playing card out of the sand, and he was stunned.

When Ding turned around, he saw Wang Meng holding playing cards, and his heart broke.

Su Su's voice: "What is this? A cliff? Ding Shi, Ding Shi, help!"

Su Su was forced to the edge of a cliff by the giant black ball. There was a large-caliber cannon on the edge of the cliff. Ding Shi, who was possessed by Conan, saw through the system's trick at a glance: "Get into the cannon barrel."

Su Su did as she was told, but Ding Shi turned back and said urgently, "Turn them upside down." How could this silly girl be facing inwards?

With a bang, Su Su was launched like a cannonball, flying directly into the lake a hundred meters away. When Su Su passed Ding Shi, Ding Shi saw Su Su's murky and foolish eyes.

The next second, suddenly feeling weightless, Ding Shi, who was gliding along, was swept off the cliff, below which was a small lake. Ding Shi's pupils contracted sharply; the drop was about 30 meters—he was going to die! A 10-meter dive already carries a certain degree of danger; untrained individuals are at risk of injury. 20 meters is the highest safety limit; even professional athletes can be injured. What about 30 meters? Who knows? But it certainly wouldn't be a good thing.

There is no inevitable death in the world of Ita.

There was a green vine with a circle on it under Ding Shi's feet, clearly designed for the player to grip. Ding Shi spent one second converting his Force into power, grabbed the vine circle with both hands, and was swung high into the air.

There was a white cloud in front of Ding Shi. Ding Shi decisively let go, and due to inertia, he landed steadily on the cloud. Then Ding Shi went crazy. The cotton-like cloud remained motionless. Watching the countdown timer decrease, Ding Shi was extremely anxious. Even with his brilliant mind, he couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock for a moment.

A cannon shot rang out!
Ding Shi turned his head to look down to the side. Wang Meng was sitting on a cannon barrel, his hands gripping it tightly, his face full of pain. Below him was a cliff. As he and the cannon barrel fell, the cannon barrel fired violently, and with the help of the recoil, the man and the cannon barrel flew up at a 45-degree angle.

Ding Shi couldn't help but think of Wang Meng's nickname, Tie Dan (Iron Egg), which truly lived up to its name.

But the scene seems familiar. Oh, I remember now, it's from the movie The A-Team, where they use tanks to shoot down planes, and then use the recoil from firing the tanks to slow down the descent.

Thinking of this, Ding Shi understood how to break the deadlock. He took a deep breath and blew in the direction he was falling, and sure enough, the cloud beneath him moved 5 centimeters. Good heavens, this is like an arcade game! It seems Newton is turning in his grave.

At Ding Shi, he blew and blew, and the speed of the white clouds gradually increased. When Ding Shi blew until he saw stars and his vision went black, the speed of the white clouds had reached five kilometers per hour. The countdown had 30 minutes left, but the actual time was only 15 minutes.

Ding Shi blew and blew until he was almost dizzy, and finally landed on a cliff covered with grass.

The grassy area wasn't exactly a normal grassy area; Ding Shi knew what it was like at a glance. He sat on the grass sled and sped down the slope, the terrain resembling a ski jump. Ding Shi's speed increased rapidly, rushing towards a small uphill section, his entire body flying out like a cannonball. Even so, Ding Shi clung tightly to the grass sled; after all, his nickname was Stone, not Iron Egg.

The person and the grass sled flew through the air for seven seconds before gently landing on a new, longer, and steeper slope...

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Yu Yuan looked at the three-person reconnaissance team approaching him with a solemn expression.

Su Su was walking in front, and feeling dizzy, she walked with a crab-like gait.

Behind Su Su was Ding Shi, whose eyes were glazed over, his gaze unfocused, and whose body was covered in bruises.

Behind Ding Shi was Wang Meng, who walked with his legs spread apart, his face serious, and his brows furrowed from time to time.

Yu Yuan pondered, what had they all gone through?
Regardless of what it was, a piece of liver was slapped into Yu Yuan's hand. Yu Yuan looked down at it and asked, "Pig liver?"

Wang Meng: "Human liver."

Yu Yuan threw the liver aside and turned around to vomit violently.

Wang Meng picked up the liver and explained, "The spark is inside."

Yu Yuan waved his hand: "There's a fire now, you guys go and rest first, thank you for your hard work." He continued vomiting, rubbing his hands on the ground, trying to wipe away the sticky feeling. The cave was very large and deep, and interestingly, there was a platform in the cave, 1.2 meters wide and 1 meter above the ground. It was practically an open declaration that it was a bed.

Ding Shi climbed onto the platform, but the pain in his body forced him to slowly lie down, occasionally letting out a 'hissing' sound from the pain.

Wang Meng was right next to him, their heads facing each other. Wang Meng spread his legs, pulled up his shorts, and fanned himself with his right hand, which was as large as a fan. He didn't dare to make any big movements, for fear of being noticed.

Ding Shi asked in a low voice, "What playing cards did you take?"

Wang Meng replied, "Why should I tell you?"

Ding Shi replied, "We're teammates, so I at least have the right to know, right?"

Wang Meng replied, "Why should I tell you?"

Ding Shi said, "Because I know your egg fell out."

"You're the one who's lost your balls!" Wang Meng roared.

Ding Shi: "I'll trade you the truth about Sister Zhen's disappearance."

Wang Meng immediately sat up. Although it was a topic of conversation, he didn't care. He asked urgently, "Do you know why Sister Zhen disappeared?"

Ding Shi sat up and reached out.

Wang Meng hesitated and said, "This is the world of Ita, there's no going back."

Ding Shi said, "Don't you want to know?"

Wang Meng said, "What good would it do to know?"

Ding Shi said, "Then forget it."

Sister Zhen was the only woman Wang Meng ever loved. Then one day, she left a note saying "I'm leaving" and disappeared from Wang Meng's life.

Wang Meng thought he had forgotten her, but when Ding mentioned her again, he realized that he had never let her go.

Wang Meng wanted to ask more questions, but a woman said, "Wang Meng, is that you? Come down."

Wang Meng glanced at her and saw a girl wearing a willow hat. On her vest was a cross drawn with charcoal; she was the camp's only herbalist. A real herbalist, not one of those random, haphazardly trained herbalists in Ita.

Wang Meng rolled off.

"Hands," the herbalist girl said coldly.

Wang Meng stretched out his right hand. The herbalist frowned when she saw it; the skin on his fist was a bloody mess, and you could even see the white bone of his knuckles.

The herbalist took out three kinds of herbs from the vine basket and said, "Chew them up and apply them to the wound. Observe for a few hours. If it becomes infected or suppurates, let me know immediately."

Wang Meng: "Thank you."

Herbalist looked at Wang Meng's lower body. Wang Meng realized what was happening and immediately stood at attention. The intense pain made him grit his teeth.

The herbalist searched in the wicker basket and found two herbs, handing them over: "Chew them up." She pointed at the iron egg.

Wang Meng: "Thank you." He'd used up all the shyness he'd ever had in his life.

(End of this chapter)