I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

After finally appeasing the slate man, Fule looked helplessly at the map and continued driving.

How can I be a temporary worker? Not only do I work as a tool at the border, but I also have to provide psychological counseling to the sheltered objects!

If he told others about this, he would probably be sent to a mental hospital for treatment subconsciously!

However, the time passed quickly as the two chatted. According to the shortest route arrangement, after bypassing the hill, they would soon be able to see the grand canyon.

Soon, the vehicle passed through the hills, and then Fule saw the huge canyon spanning hundreds of kilometers, like a scar in the world, a ferocious mark on the land.

"Wow - it's so big..."

Forgive him for being uneducated, but he really couldn't think of any words to describe the scenery he saw.

After all, as a child who grew up in the plains of China, I have rarely traveled, let alone seen amazing landscapes such as canyons.

Fu'er tried to move the car closer to the cliff. Under the premise of ensuring safety, he took a few more glances at this scenery that he had never seen before.

"Slate Man, what do you think it will be like under this cliff?"

Fu'er asked curiously.

"In the past, I remember it was an underground river below. Now that the world has lost its water source, there may be a pile of towering milkstone spikes below, just like a hunter's trap. Once you fall in, you will die. ”

"Even without those spikes, he would still be dead. The navigation shows that the deepest point of this canyon is more than 340 meters. It fell into a puddle of mud. But you have lost so much memory, but you remember these things very clearly. Woolen cloth."

The slate man scratched his head and said.

"I don't know which things I still remember and which things I can't remember. But I always feel that this shouldn't be the way I used to access my memory..."

"What are you recalling? Do you think your brain is a disk? But... do you have a brain?"

Fu'er was suddenly curious, what kind of objects with abnormal consciousness used to store memories?

"Although I really have no brain, my language synchronization system told me that what you said just now is suspected of insulting me."

The slate man frowned and glared at Ful, and then said.

However, given its current image of a two-headed villain, it definitely has no majesty at all. Coupled with its dazed appearance due to incomplete memory, it actually looks silly and cute.

"Oh, don't worry, there are so many meanings that can be expressed in our language. For example, I said you are not a thing, Slate Man. Doesn't this sentence have multiple meanings?"

Relying on his "language advantage", Fule said teasingly.

"…………"

The slate man doesn't want to pay attention to him! Bullying! Oh no, bully the Slate Man!

"But do you still remember how you woke up? Or, how did you fall into a deep sleep? How long did you last sleep?"

"Let's take a look... I seem to have been asleep for... uh, more than 3000 years? But I can't remember the reason why I fell into a deep sleep. It must have been because the energy was exhausted. The reason for waking up... was probably due to some stimulation?"

The slate man scratched his hair and said with a distressed look on his face.

"You said it was like that old machine. You thought it was broken, but it suddenly recovered after taking two shots one day."

Fu'er thought for a moment and speculated.

"Although, I still want to complain about your metaphorical ability. According to the few memories I have left, I should be subconsciously aware of certain special items, or the energy of a certain special frequency band that I can perceive. Reaction. Although I don’t know what I was reacting to. It should be related to my original responsibilities."

"It sounds really mysterious. Were you really responsible for the rainfall back then? Maybe you were the East China Sea East King in this world?"

"What is the Dragon King of the East China Sea?"

"We have legends about gods responsible for rainfall, but these legends are basically made up by people and have little credibility."

Leaning some distance away from the cliff, Fu'er stopped the car, preparing to take a short rest and replenish some energy.

Holding water and food, he also carried the slate man's body. Anyway, the storage box was useless now, so I simply took out its main body. Fu'er got out of the car and sat by the cliff, chatting with the other party without saying a word, while eating.

"You think, if this world regains its water source, can it return to the time when it was once full of vitality?"

The slate man sat on his body, looking at the scenery in the distance, and suddenly asked Fu'er.

"I'm afraid not. Yan Shang, uh, one of my friends told me. All borders are worlds that have died but have not completely collapsed. Although creatures from the outside can survive here with supplies, I think It is no longer possible for the world to breed life on its own.”

"In other words, what is conceived will definitely no longer be life."

Fu'er drank the water and threw the bottle into the cliff, watching it disappear from his sight and be swallowed up in the shadows.

"For example, those shadows praying for water. Although I still don't quite understand why they were born and why they are chasing water sources? Obviously there is no water source in this world, and they don't need water to maintain themselves. exist."

"Maybe it's just their obsession..."

"Obsession?"

"The obsession of the race that once still existed in this world. Maybe these shadow-like monsters now are their last echoes, maybe?"

After spending more than ten minutes finishing his lunch, Ful picked up the slate and walked towards the off-road vehicle.

"Echoes... That's right. After all, apart from that, they left almost nothing else. Did you know? The place where you were found was a large altar. It is said to be the only relic found by the expedition team. .”

"Altar..."

After getting into the car and checking the remaining fuel level, Fuer started the engine again and continued to move forward.

"What's the general ritual in your world when you offer sacrifices to the gods?"

the slate man suddenly asked.

"Sacrifice...I really don't know much about this. There are almost no sacrificial activities in my hometown. But generally speaking, the area where I live should burn paper, burn incense, and then offer sacrifices."

"Sacrifice? What kind of sacrifice?"

"If you are offering sacrifices to your ancestors, they usually use fish, meat, fruits, tofu, rice and wine. If you are offering sacrifices to gods, it seems that history books say that whole cows, whole sheep, and whole pigs are used, which are the so-called three animals. However, This is just the sacrificial custom in our Chinese district. If it were the Russian district, the British district, and even some federal districts that originally had mixed beliefs, the sacrificial customs would be different."

"I heard that archeology has discovered the remains of human sacrifice. Looking at it now, it's really cruel."

Fu'er said while thinking about all kinds of strange information he had seen in textbooks and on the Internet.

"Yeah...that's really cruel...by the way, are you baking something? I seem to smell a strange smell."

"Can you still smell it? Then can you still eat? But it seems to have a strange smell, like some plastic product is burnt..."

Fu Er also smelled a strange smell, but in this world there are only stones, so what else can be burned?

Uh... apart from your own car?

"Fuer!!! The car is smoking!!!!"

"boom!!!!"

The flames from the inside out instantly engulfed the entire car body, and then all the fuel in the fuel tank and trunk was detonated, just like a summer fireworks show. After an unknown number of years, the world once again saw a firework show. A black mushroom cloud rolled up by a violent explosion.

Simply put, the car exploded.

At the moment of the explosion, Fuer lost consciousness due to the impact and flames. If it were not for the deliberate protection of a certain containment object, he would have been killed by the subsequent high temperature.

But what the Slate Man can do is to cover Ful's body with water to protect him from being swallowed up by the flames. The impact from the explosion is unavoidable.

The good news is that there is a very large bunker next to it. Fu'er, who was swept away by the impact of the first wave of explosions, just fell into the bunker and avoided the more violent second explosion.

The bad news is that the bunker is a little deep...

It's the Great Rift Valley.

With the roar of the explosion, the talisman and the stone slab were wrapped in the water flow and fell into the endless darkness.

It wasn't until half a minute later that I heard the faint sound of something falling into the water.

Then, the only sound left in the wilderness was the burning sound of the car's remains.

Peace gradually returned.

"How long has Fu'er's signal been disconnected? Has it been restored?"

"It has been disconnected for three hours! Still not restored. There is already a team heading in that direction and setting up the signal tower."

"I understand. Are the guys from the border inspection team here?"

"Arrived in an hour."

"Tsk...Fu'er, you don't want to die. It doesn't matter even if you are half dead, it doesn't matter if you only have one breath left. Just hold on for a little longer..."

Yan Shang looked at the command screen and thought to himself.

"Doctor Yan, stay calm. I believe Mr. Fu'er will not get into trouble so easily. Maybe there is just something wrong with the equipment."

Victory on the side comforted him and pointed behind him.

"Look, someone is coming for you."

"Doctor Yan... is there any news about Fu Er?"

The leaders were Jing Sheng and Sun Ding who were rescued by Fu Er and Yan Shang during their first rescue operation. Behind them were a dozen soldiers and surveyors, looking at him with worried faces.

These are all people who have received help from the two of them.

"There is no news yet... It may be that the signal is lost or the equipment is damaged. In short, it may not be something happened."

"I understand...Brothers! Get it! Let's set up the radar signal tower! Since Ful is a [Hero] and has a containment object on him, one detection device for [Distortion Value] is not enough to install 10 ! 10 are not enough to lay out 100! As long as we arrange enough, we will definitely find him!"

"Yes!!!!"

Yan Shang looked at these people who came forward with pleasure, although when they first came, these people basically regarded Fu'er as his little follower, a little brat.

But, you see, no one you saved has ever forgotten your help.

Now they're going to help you, Ful.

So, at least hold on until I find you... Otherwise, how can I explain to the director, to Hartz, and to your aunt...