Three Kingdoms Come to the World

Chapter 19 Exploring the Shanzhai

Fang Fan fell from the roof, and every time he fell one floor, he used his hands on the window sill to gently borrow force, falling layer by layer, and fell to the fourth floor. Fang Fan even waved to a group of men and women at the window.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" A girl hugged her boyfriend and said dissatisfiedly.

The boy pointed out blankly.

"Fang Fan jumped off the building."

"What?"

The girl was surprised and looked directly at it.

"No way, there is no one here at all good." The girl turned her head and said dissatisfied, but her mouth was blocked before she finished speaking.

"Well"

Fang Fan landed lightly on the first floor, rolled over, let go of the momentum, held the spear, and rushed into the forest.

After entering the forest, Fang Fan did not run around aimlessly, but consciously moved towards the northwest direction, and climbed up the treetops from time to time to confirm his position.

In the front, a dangerous peak and cliffs on three sides can be vaguely seen. What is even more surprising is that there is a cliff on the top of the cliff, which looks extremely steep.

However, Lu Xun was right, Wang Shan ran to death.

Even though he could vaguely see the top of the mountain and the cliff, Fang Fan still ran for a long time before reaching the foot of the mountain.

However, even at the foot of the mountain, Fang Fan still searched for a long time before finding the path up the mountain that the bandit captive said.

The path is hidden in a small depression, if you don't know it in advance, it is really not easy to find here.

Along the path, Fang Fan climbed the mountain cautiously.

Here on the path, there are still dense trees, and only the bushes and hard soil under the trees can tell that there is a path here.

Going up, halfway there, Fang Fan found that there were no trees on the trail, nothing, nothing, bare, with a good view, and no one could hide at all.

More importantly, at the bottom of the mountain, this trail is not visible at all, even if there are no trees here.

Seeing this, Fang Fan became more careful, but when he went up, he didn't see anyone except a few checkpoints.

There are only corpses on the ground whose heads have been blown off, or whose bodies have been grabbed in two.

After passing through several barriers, Fang Fan faintly saw the top of the mountain.

There is a larger territory on the top of the mountain, and a cottage is located on it, and the tall village gate itself blocks the exit of the trail.

Fang Fan had to sigh that there was a reason why these bandits could exist and grow, and they were not wiped out by the officers and soldiers.

However, in the heavily guarded cottage, a sudden cliff suddenly appeared somewhere, directly squeezing the cottage buildings away, causing chaos there.

And on this cliff, a huge bird's nest could be faintly seen built on it, and under the hot sunlight, Fang Fan could even see the golden reflection.

"It seems that those thieves didn't fool me. The golden goshawk I saw before did indeed nest here."

Glancing up apprehensively, Fang Fan didn't know what level this mutated goshawk was.

But one thing is absolutely certain, that is, I can't afford to offend him, and the other party's strangulation of himself will not be much more difficult than breathing.

"But, aren't you at home now?"

Fang Fan was a little relieved to find this out, so that the trip would not be in vain.

However, Fang Fan became more cautious, set his feet lightly, and walked forward quietly without making a sound.

And in this process, even the breathing becomes long, almost inaudible, and slowly walks into the cottage.

However, he still muttered in his mouth: "It's mainly that kind of rope, nothing else matters, it's not very important, but that kind of rope and its formula must be obtained."

Fang Fan couldn't help but think of what those bandits said.

"Our masters will make a kind of rope. This kind of rope is half thinner than the little finger, but it is very strong and light. A rope can hang a thousand catties, even a three-year-old child can afford it." , we see it as blood red, so we call it blood rope.

We were on the mountain, and the supplies were pulled up from the cliff with bloody ropes.

It's just that only the head of the family knows how to do the blood rope, and he has only let his confidants do it, and no one else can take a second look.

The production workshop is in the innermost part of the bandit, next to the meeting hall. "

If it wasn't for the fact that several thieves were in different rooms without contact with each other, Fang Fan wouldn't have believed it at all. You must know that the performance of high-fiber ropes made by high-tech is no more than this.

Now some people actually say that a soil workshop in the Three Kingdoms period can make ropes comparable to modern high-tech fiber ropes.

If in the past, Fang Fan turned around and left without saying a word, but now Fang Fan believed it.

Quietly walking under the eaves, in the shadows, carefully moving towards the depths of the cottage.

During the period, he entered a bandit's house out of curiosity, but he walked out with a look of disgust not long after.

Looking back, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Poverty."

Later, Fang Fan didn't go in even if he saw the bandit's house, and went straight to the place where the workshop might be.

Going around a few houses and coming to the deepest part of the cottage, Fang Fan saw the innermost room at a glance, which was very tight at first glance.

Taking a closer look, the gate was open, and Fang Fan walked in directly. As soon as he entered, Fang Fan saw stone platforms one by one, with some wild beasts on them, and a cut was made on the beasts, revealing a section of things.

Fang Fan went over and saw that it was a piece of animal tendon, half of which had been pulled out.

Seeing this, Fang Fan had a faint guess in his heart.

Going further inside, I saw more things, which further verified Fang Fan's guess.

There was a wooden barrel behind, and there was something scarlet and scarlet in the wooden barrel. Fang Fan scooped it up with a long spoon in the barrel, and animal tendons floated in it, stretching out, like smooth and supple tendons. Vermicelli.

Inside, dozens of tough animal tendons were weaved together by peculiar techniques, and they were shortlisted into one body.

Fang Fan picked up a semi-finished product, grabbed it with one hand, and pulled it hard.

As the strength increased bit by bit, Fang Fan's face gradually turned red, but he still didn't dare to make too much noise, and the semi-finished product hadn't changed much.

Twenty percent, thirty percent, fifty percent, seventy percent strength.

Boom!
The semi-finished product was disconnected and flicked into Fang Fan's hand, the handle turned red, and the loud sound knocked Fang Fan down, and his body froze. After waiting for a long time to find that there was no movement, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking out the spear, he cut it, but it didn't move. It was difficult to cut it, which made Fang Fan more satisfied.

Fang Fan held a piece of blood-red, crystal-clear blood-red rope in his hand, but suddenly, he was taken aback.

No, it's not just as simple as weaving animal tendons, there seems to be something like glue, which tightly binds each tendon together, making it impossible to separate.

"Recipe, we must get the formula." Fang Fan murmured, looking up to the side, the residence of the head of the family.

After a while, the ashen-faced Fang Fan came out of the room, with a bundle of blood ropes on his shoulders and an animal skin in his hand, with a look of excitement on his face.

Quietly exited, was about to leave, but suddenly saw a huge bird's nest on the top of the cliff.

Suddenly, Fang Fan had a bold idea in his heart
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