The world is not right [rebirth]

Hulala The helicopter with the propeller turning gave Zhao Ying enough fright. The problem is that the former master writer immediately discovered that the helicopter was not the means of transportation to take them to their destination.

They took a helicopter to a hidden secret airport northeast of Peiping, where they changed to jet fighters.The jet plane flew over the mountains and rivers in China at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, and Zhao Ying's complexion kept changing from pale to white due to the weightlessness brought by it, fearing that he would accidentally fill his oxygen mask with vomit.

However, this is not over yet. A few hours later, jet fighter jets landed in a mountain forest in an unknown corner of China. At another secret airport, two young men who had accidentally crossed half of China’s mountains and rivers were starry above their heads, followed by a mouthful. The uncle in the dialect got on a tractor.Not only was the tractor emitting black smoke, but the sound when it started was like seven or eight gongs ringing together. The black smoke made Zhao Ying unable to open his eyes, and the roar of the motor disturbed all the drowsiness in his head.Zhao Ying sat in the open rear compartment of the tractor feeling the mountain wind without tears. Tang Su sat beside him, with his head tilted, and slept soundly on his shoulder.

... I don't know how this guy can sleep with such a jolt.

Tang Su has an appearance suitable for pampering, but in fact he has rough skin and thick flesh.He worked and rested well, and woke up before the sun came out the next day. He yawned, and his sleepy eyes met Zhao Ying's dark circles.

"Brother," he said after expressing the three words "good morning" in more than 300 characters, "do you want bamboo for breakfast?"

Zhao Ying: "..."

Even if the bastard in front of him is his male god, Zhao Ying still has to say one thing - how cheap.

Tang Su, who knew that Zhao Ying couldn't speak, laughed for a while, and began to grit his teeth and stroke his belly. Zhao Ying was also very hungry. Fortunately, the driver who spoke a lot of dialect didn't intend to starve them, but the feeding method he adopted was a little weird.

On the side of the mountain road, there were old grandpas and old women wearing ethnic costumes waiting for a long time ago. When they saw the tractor, they waved vigorously. So under the unbelievable eyes of the two young people, the driver who must be from the military also Actually parked on the side of the road.

Zhao Ying and Tang Su were suddenly surrounded by a group of old grandpas and old women who were talking in local dialect.Next, they were not only pinched their faces, touched their chests and ate tofu by the elderly, they were also pointed at and made fun of in an incomprehensible dialect.Two hours later, the old grandparents got off the bus in a small town on the way, and Zhao Ying and Tang Su successfully exchanged their faces and bodies for breakfast and lunch from these enthusiastic old people.

Brothers and sisters huddled face to face in the carriage, holding leek cakes and eating, all with the look of a young girl with yellow flowers who had just been raped.

After passing the town, the tractor continued to drive, and the road became more and more remote. In the afternoon, they got off the cement mountain road and turned into a dirt road with potholes.

The two young men who huddled in the back compartment immediately felt that they had become the ingredients rolling up and down in the frying pan, and the driver was the skilled chef. , I am afraid that he fell off the car and rolled into the cliff.

When the driver stopped the car, Zhao Ying immediately jumped out of the car

He ran headlong into the grass on the side, spitting loudly.

Tang Su's physical fitness is much better than Zhao Ying's, but he is also uncomfortable, with a pale handsome face, clutching his chest, trying not to let himself pay attention to the sound of Zhao Ying vomiting.

"Sir what have we arrived yet?" he asked the driver.

Hearing this, the driver chattered in local dialect for a while, then gave Tang Su a thumbs up, and without getting out of the car, he turned the car around and drove along the way he came, with billowing black smoke and the sound of a rock band, and drove out.

Zhao Ying walked out of the grass weakly, and stood there together with Tang Su.

At the end of the dirt road is a small village.

A poor little village.

Built in the only gentle area surrounded by mountains, the house is made of mud mixed with wood, and the roof is made of straw. At a glance, fifty or sixty families are all of different heights, and they are arranged unevenly along the gentle slope. There are scattered terraced fields around, but nothing is planted.

The two people who felt like they had come here after 81 hardships: "..."

Hey, aren't they here for serious training? !There are helicopters and fighter jets along the way, why did you come up with the taste of a certain urban and rural metamorphosis after a long time? !

Zhao Ying and Tang Su looked at each other, saw the surprise in each other's eyes, but remembered the tractor uncle who was hidden in the middle of the city just now, and couldn't help but wonder if there was any secret base under this seemingly deserted village.The two struggled for a long time, then tiptoed around the main road directly into the village with the attitude of stealing chickens, and entered the village along the fence.

There was no one in the village.

Tang Su, who came out of an empty room, rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, "It doesn't feel good, do you think we have been played by someone? I was forced to be thrown into the barracks for training by... I have never seen this kind of battle, or the final destination is not here. Oh, I remembered, did those special forces have this kind of training? Throw the soldiers into the deep mountains and old forests, and ask them to find their way back to the barracks... ..."

Zhao Ying: 【Do you think we can compare with special forces? 】

Tang Su: "...I can't."

The two looked at each other for a moment, sighed and walked towards the next room.

It was still Tang Su who took the lead, and while turning his head to talk to Zhao Ying, he pushed open the half-hidden door.

"Squeak-"

The older wooden door groaned, Tang Su turned his head to look into the dim room, Zhao Ying, who was standing behind him, looked over his shoulder, and saw something flickering in the room faster than him.

He subconsciously grabbed Tang Su's shoulder and pulled him aside, and Tang Su, who only heard the whistling wind at this time, relaxed his body, and fell backwards with the force of Zhao Ying's pulling.He stared wide-eyed, watching a jet-black crock rushing out of the door, brushing the tip of his nose and eyelashes, passing by him, away from him, and then falling to the ground in a parabola.

"Bangdang-!"

The crock was broken into pieces.

Turning around, Tang Su and Zhao Ying looked at the broken tiles together in shock—the earthen jar was two circles bigger than his head, if it was hit, they would have to be sent to the hospital immediately.

But the affair was not over, and a second weapon was hurled out of the house, this time a mud-covered pick with a sharp end.Tang Su threw Zhao Ying down without thinking, and the two rolled down together, avoiding the second attack.

"Who is it!" Tang Su shouted as he got up.

What responded to him were kitchen knives, cutting boards, and baskets that flew out, chasing after Tang Su's buttocks. These things could not only fly but also turn, each with a murderous aura, as if they would not stop until they killed Tang Su.

"Wow, ah, ah, Zhao Ying, hurry up and come up with something! Oops, this thing is going to hit me...Okay, I didn't hit the next one, I will be blinking and blinking! Zhao Ying, are you okay, hurry up and go faster I can't run anymore, ahhhhhhh!"

For some reason, Zhao Ying, who didn't get enough hatred, stood aside and gestured to him for his mobile phone.

Black screen, no battery.

"God wants to kill me." Tang Su said in a crying voice, dodging a pair of scissors that flew out.

In fact, at this time, if they hide away, the superpower in the room can't do anything about them, but Tang Su doesn't seem to have thought about this method, and although Zhao Ying feels wrong about it, he decided to help Tang Su first Besides.

The mobile phone is not a big problem. Zhao Ying has a pen and paper with him, but the words written by the pen and paper are too small compared to this situation. The former master writer looked around for a while, picked up a branch from one side, and picked off the leaves on it , Then began to write on the mud.

He used 140 words to describe an explosion-proof shield that could make Tang Su shrink back, while Tang Su, who had been scrambling around, used his chattering skills to read it in one breath.As soon as the words fell, the butterflies gathered lightly and stood in front of Tang Su, turning into the explosion-proof shield in the description.

As soon as the explosion-proof shield appeared, it blocked the wooden table flying out of the house. Tang Su, who clenched his handle tightly, yelled, resisted the opponent's attack, and rushed into the room directly.

Zhao Ying, who hadn't reacted yet, heard a clanging sound in the room, and subconsciously rushed to the door, and at first sight saw a Sha Matt with a hairstyle very similar to Tang Su's.

This killer looks a little better. He didn't turn it into a colorful feather duster like Tang Su, but only dyed his hair blond. The flash that Zhao Ying saw before was the light outside the window reflected by this guy's hair.

Zhao Ying's feet stopped on the door frame hesitantly.

He took out an unused notebook and pen from one pocket, and wrote: [Is it someone you know? ] "The lingering old enemy!" Tang Su said at the same time, and hit the golden retriever Shamat on the chin with a lower uppercut.

Golden Retriever Shamate is not to be outdone, but he is far behind Tang Su in terms of skill, so he can only use superpowers to make up for it. Zhao Ying soon saw the few debris left in the house tremblingly being dragged into the air by an invisible force In the middle, he threw it at Tang Su.

Tang Su was on guard against his move, and the next moment he grabbed the golden retriever Shamate by the collar, turned around and pushed him towards him, and those bowls, bowls, and jars smashed on the golden retriever Shamate's head, if it wasn't for the golden retriever Sha Matt found that it was not good, and finally weakened his strength. Maybe this blow could kill him.

"It's so ruthless, Tang Su!" Golden Retriever Shamate took advantage of his current position and punched Tang Su, regardless of his own hair, and at the same time shouted, "You bastard can also come to the training, is it right for you?" Is there something to do with dad leaving?"

"You are an idiot like you when you are a young master. Can't you come in without hugging your thigh?" Tang Su punched back.

These two people scuffled on the ground, yelling some extremely naive words to each other, Zhao Ying, who had been standing on the threshold, twitched her lips, wondering if she should interrupt the two people's exchange of feelings.

Now he recognized who this golden retriever killer was.

The Golden Retriever Killer is called Qian Ya, and Zhao Ying knows him because he belongs to Tang Su's relatives and friends in the entertainment industry. Zhao Ying, who collects Tang Su's information, occasionally sees his face in some pictures about Tang Su.

In that world, Qian Ya was just a third-rate actor, but in this world, Qian Ya, as a person with superpowers, was able to participate in the supposedly important special training with them.

And it seems that the relationship between him and Tang Su is not so good.

Zhao Ying, who was silently comparing the differences between the two worlds, bowed his head in thought. At this moment, a big hand patted his shoulder.