I studied beheading in a mental institution

Jiang Er closed his eyes, felt it carefully for a moment, and shook his head helplessly.

"No... Although my signal strength has increased a lot, it still can't penetrate such a thick fog. I don't know how the pixel walkie-talkie commemorating the president released such a strong signal."

After Jiang Er broke through the "Klein" realm, her abilities in all aspects have been greatly improved. If she can pass the signal through the fog and connect to Daxia, that would be the best. Find him a way.

An Qingyu frowned and looked around, picked up a piece of gravel, and sketched it on the ground.

Although he can roughly determine which continent he is on, there are quite a few cities in Africa, and it is extremely difficult to pinpoint the exact location, at least when he cannot use the [Only Correct Solution], he cannot do this at all. For one thing, the direction of Daxia can only be roughly determined by feeling and the faint sunlight.

"This distance...going back to Daxia is no longer realistic." An Qingyu put down the stone and sighed helplessly.

After all, they don't have somersault clouds. An Qingyu is now in a wheelchair, and Jiang Er can't control his coffin for a long time. He wants to walk back to Daxia on foot, and he doesn't know how long it will take.

"Then what do we do?"

An Qingyu thought for a moment, "After discovering that we are missing, the Great Xia Gods will definitely try their best to search for us in the mist... The only way now is to find a way to create some noise. If a Great Xia God comes here, Get their attention right away."

"Jiang Er, I need some materials."

"clear."

Jiang Er's figure floated towards the sky, his hands slowly opened, and a terrifying magnetic field spread rapidly. The next moment, thousands of objects floated from the ruins of the city, rusty clocks, vehicle wreckage, Sealed metal boxes, rotting scraps of fabric...

Under Jiang'er's control, these things hung in the air like commodities. An Qingyu searched them and quickly clicked on a few of them.

"I want these few? Can I make them?" Jiang Er sent these things to An Qingyu and asked doubtfully.

An Qingyu nodded, "If it's just a signal flare, just configure a few specific oxidizers, and I'll add some spiritual power, it should be able to have a good effect."

Even if An Qingyu couldn't use the [Only Correct Solution], he produced several special flares in just a few minutes.

An Qingyu ignited one of the signal bombs and fired it into the sky. A bright ray of light shone over the mist, dyeing the clouds into a dazzling white. Ten seconds later, they fell into the ruins dimly.

"Will this work?"

"I don't know...but this is the only thing we can do." An Qingyu glanced at her legs and sighed helplessly, "From now on, we can only resign ourselves to fate..."

……

fog.

"It's been almost two days... haven't you found the location of the Heavenly Court?" Cao Yuan asked helplessly as he lay on his back on the somersault cloud.

Lin Qiye rubbed the corners of his tired eyes, looking at the branches shrouded in the golden field in front of him, his eyes were full of puzzlement.

"It's strange, is the 'miracle' invalid? It shouldn't be..." Lin Qiye muttered to himself, "Maybe the Heavenly Court moves too fast in the mist, even if you keep guessing its position, it will change soon , there is no way to locate it in this way.”

"What should I do?"

Lin Qiye thought for a moment, and was about to say something, when a gust of wind suddenly blew from a distance, blowing the branches at the front of the somersault cloud, and after rolling a few times on the cloud layer, it stopped in a certain direction.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye was slightly taken aback.

"This is……"

"Isn't it a coincidence that the wind is blowing?" Cao Yuan also saw the branch deflection, and asked suspiciously.

Lin Qiye glanced at the [Mortal God Realm] under him, his eyes lit up quickly, "Go! Follow this direction and try again!"

Lin Qiye pushed the somersaulting cloud with all his strength, quickly cut through the sky, and disappeared at the end of the sky.

……

"How long has it been?"

An Qingyu in the ruins opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"Three hours." Jiang Er's voice sounded in his ears.

An Qingyu pursed her lips slightly, took out a self-made flare from her hand again, and launched it into the sky.

The signal bomb burned above the clouds, emitting terrifying light and heat, and fell into the sky after a short few tens of seconds, and finally returned to silence.

Since appearing in the ruins, Anqingyu has fired a signal bomb every hour, but so far it has had no effect...

But as time passed, An Qingyu gradually became anxious.

It has been several hours since the last Migo descended. Judging from their ever-accelerating descending frequency, the next descending will not be too long...

"How many flares do we have left?" he asked.

"Four... do you need to make more?"

An Qingyu struggled on the spot for a moment, then shook his head, "The problem now is not the signal flares, it's hard to say whether we can survive until then... You give me the remaining four, and I will make some preparations in advance. "

An Qingyu took the four flares in the air and was about to do something when his pupils shrank suddenly!

A feeling of fullness filled his mind, he covered his head with his hands, and shouted loudly: "Oops, they're coming again!"

Jiang Er's complexion changed, and his figure floated up into the sky. In the ruins in the distance, time and space rifts gradually opened up, and Migo's hiss sounded from all directions!

"Go!" An Qingyu held back his headache, touched the armrest of the wheelchair with one hand, and the two thin wheels suddenly spun at an astonishing speed, leading his body to eject in a certain direction!

Jiang Er stretched out his hand and made a downward move, and the thick black coffin floated up, whistling behind An Qingyu.

After experiencing the arrival of Migo several times in a row, An Qingyu could feel that the headache symptoms were getting lighter each time, and his soul seemed to be adapting to the influence of Migo on him.

An Qingyu's special wheelchair was extremely fast, but he only moved forward at full speed for less than ten seconds before he was forced to stop.

In the air in front of him, hundreds of Migos shook their membrane wings and swept towards him densely.

"Qing...Qing Yu..." Jiang Er pointed to the top of his head, his voice a little hoarse.

An Qingyu looked up, and saw that the sky had turned into a sea of ​​pink, and Migos surged together, completely blocking all the way around, like a big net that couldn't get rid of, from the sky Slowly coming...

"Damn...there must be thousands of them?" An Qingyu's expression was extremely ugly.

Migos landed from the sky one by one, and stopped in the ruins around the angel fish. Their thin membrane wings trembled, and countless buzzing sounds were intertwined, which was deafening.

The strong wind rolled up the gravel on the ground, thousands of Migos surrounded him, and the tentacles on the surface of the tumor squirmed wildly, slowly sticking to the ground...

As if worshiping their king.