The immortal who travels the world

Chapter 1165
Almost in the blink of an eye, the figure of the Bamboo Man was about to disappear from sight.

If it wasn't for the fact that his moving speed was too violent, causing a lot of sand and sand to be thrown up, it would be difficult to see where he ran with the naked eye.

Normally, it would be a pity that such a cooked duck would fly away.

However, a smile appeared on Lu Yan's face.

The reason is actually very simple, this planet is so big, after remembering the aura of the Bamboo Man, even if the other party has a powerful means of restraining breath, it is impossible to escape from the perception of "old age".

As long as he doesn't escape from this planet, no matter where he hides, Lu Yan is sure to find him.

What made him a little happy was the ability of the bamboo man to move quickly.

Don't forget, Lu Yan has never acquired the ability to increase speed.

Before that, he was able to move quickly over short distances, relying on his extremely strong physical fitness and his special situation of not being afraid of injury.

Relying on this explosive method, it is naturally impossible to move quickly over long distances.

After all, Lu Yan was just flying bricks with great strength.

And all along, the extra rewards were drawn randomly, making it difficult for him to obtain the ideal mobility.

But now it's different.

This bamboo man obviously possessed one, or more, mobility abilities.

After receiving the spoils of war, these abilities will be their own.

Since sooner or later is his own, Lu Yan now even hopes that the Zhujie people can run faster.

He slapped Anubis's bare head twice.

"Catch up."

As soon as the words fell, Anubis moved quickly.

Although, as the god of death in the desert, it is a bit of a shame to be regarded as a car, but when he thinks that Lu Yan will leave this world in ten hours at most, he can't help being full of motivation.

……

Within the territory of Baixiang Country.

A slum inhabited by a group of Dalits.

Crowded, messy, stinky...almost any negative word can be used to describe the environment here.

These people bear the consequences of the harshest caste system.

Even after it is in line with international standards, the strong inertia of the caste system still retains a part.

For Dalits, being alive is a painful thing in itself.

They slumped casually in the messy alleyway, their eyes glazed over, like walking dead one after another.

Even if an existence like the Bamboo Man, which looks obviously different from humans, came here, few Dalits would turn their attention to it.

The bamboo people are very satisfied with this situation.

He was really worried that these people would stare at him like a rare animal. Of course, the less people noticed him during the run, the better.

The Bamboo Man walked into an empty alley, and slumped down against the dilapidated wall.

He exhaled slowly, panting slightly.

The status of the Bamboo Man is quite bad, it can even be said to be bad.

The old bark-like skin around his body was chapped as if it was dry, and as he moved, skin fragments were still falling down.

It feels like a fragile weathered stone, and one suspects that a breeze may blow him apart.

The Bamboo Man feels that he has never been so tired before, that kind of extreme physical exhaustion seems to penetrate into the soul.

It is extremely difficult for him to even move his fingers now, and he vaguely feels that if he closes his eyes, he probably won't have the strength to open them again.

There is no way, the speed he erupted before is not the inheritance ability of his own clan.

It was found in a ruin in the starry sky. As for the race that created this ability, it has been destroyed for an unknown number of years.

It's a bit inappropriate.

Coupled with this ability, it is essentially a way to squeeze one's own blood to the limit in exchange for explosive speed.

It's normal for the bamboo man to be expensive to use.

Of course, such a price is worth it.

It was better to be able to escape than to be caught and killed on the spot.

The bamboo people did not give up.

There is still hope.

As long as the conditions for winning can be met, no matter how serious the injury is, it will be healed by the reincarnation system.

With this firm thought in mind, the Bamboo Man raised his head slightly, intending to squint his eyes and take a rest before finding a safe place to hide.

But right now...

"If I were you, I would get up and leave right now."

A low and hoarse voice, which could not be distinguished from a man or a woman, came from the alley.

The Bamboo Man, who looked like he was on the verge of dying, suddenly jumped up from the ground when he heard the sound, staring at the direction where the sound came from.

The Bamboo Man's expression was extremely ugly at the moment. He knew that he was in this state, and he couldn't even resist in the face of Lu Yan.

However, there is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and it is not Lu Yan who walks out of the shadows.

But a strange man.

He has a third eye on his forehead, and behind his two normal arms, there are also two strong arms.

The upper body is naked, and only a tiger skin is wrapped around the lower body.

With messy blue-black long hair like an ascetic monk, no matter how you look at it, it cannot be a human being.

Zhujieren couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't Lu Yan.

If it was the recovery god, he might still be able to ask for help.

Recalling what this strange man said, the Bamboo Man squeezed a smile on his face and said, "This is your place? I'm sorry, I'm leaving now."

"That was not what I meant."

The recovery god shook his head: "I mean, that [savior] is heading this way, it's not safe for you to stay here."

The Bamboo Man's pupils narrowed, he thought for a moment, and said, "Can you help me? Our goals are the same."

"of course can."

The recovery god clasped his hands together: "But can you leave first? I want to fight that [savior] first."

"It's dangerous."

The bamboo man was still very cautious, and didn't say anything that might offend the other party.

The revived god raised an arm behind him, and a seemingly ordinary jug appeared in his palm out of thin air.

Under the traction of divine power, a stream of clear water spewed out from the jug, washing the bamboo-jointed man's dilapidated body.

The cold feeling faded away, and the bamboo-knotted man opened his eyes, and found that his condition had improved a lot.

Although it wasn't enough for him to use that ability again, his normal movement wouldn't have much impact.

The Zhujie man looked at the revived god again, and persuaded again: "With your ability, it would be a pity if there was an accident."

"It's okay."

"What should I call you?" the Bamboo Man asked before leaving.

"Shiva." Shiva clasped his hands together, still keeping calm.

"Hope you survive."

After speaking, the bamboo man quickly disappeared in place.

(End of this chapter)