[Sword III] Life skills take you to fly

At noon, wandering around in this broken forest for two days, even the self-proclaimed Xinglou couldn't help cursing from the bottom of his heart.

Two days ago, Xinglou, who was supposed to be playing games with the air conditioner on at home, suddenly passed out because of a computer leakage, but when he woke up, he found himself in an unknown forest.The body also changed to not be his own. Judging by the five short figures, it was clearly the little Huatai who was packing the backpack in the game at that time.

The trees in the forest are sparse and can't block the increasingly vicious sunlight. Xinglou, who has never suffered from this kind of crime since childhood, is miserable.When I walked two days ago, the trees were still very dense, and the more we walked, the fewer trees there were, which also meant that we were closer to places where there were people.

The reason why Xinglou is so urgent is that there is not much food. When he came to Xinglou for the first time, he found that this was his trumpet in the game. After some exploration, he found that some items and skills brought in the game were usable. This made him very pleasantly surprised. .But then I realized that it was just a small backpack, and the only thing that was useful was the five 5-compartment pear velvet silk bags. I even sent all the gold in the small size to the large one, and now the bag is pitiful. 24 silver.

At the beginning, I just got a small size to hold things that couldn’t fit in a larger size and didn’t want to destroy them. I didn’t even bother to use skills. It can be used. After trying to recite the names of the skills that can be used in my mind, I entered a mysterious realm.

But I used the holding needle for myself, and there was no change except for a little fever. Using Shangyang finger against the tree, I only broke a small branch.I can't help but regret how I was so lazy in the past that I have no power to fight back when I encounter something.

Fortunately, there is still some food and spring water from missions in the bag, so I won’t be hungry these days, and the taste can even be said to be amazing. It’s still hot when taken out of the backpack, but after all, the quantity is limited. It's almost bottomed out, and I haven't found anything edible in the woods these days. Although there are still many materials in the bag, I can't make new ones without tools.

Therefore, even under the hot sun, I dare not stop. I must find a way out as soon as possible, otherwise it would be too useless to starve to death here.

Finally skipping over the trees and seeing the shadow of the road, Xinglou almost burst into tears.Although the food tastes good these days, I am not in the mood to appreciate it at all. I am on the road every day and feel anxious. I can’t find any good places at night. Fortunately, there is a tent on the back to cover the sky, and there is still in the backpack. A few pieces of [-]-grade blue mink fur, wrapped in casual sleep without catching cold.

It can be regarded as eating, eating, sleeping, and sleeping. In the past two days, I have eaten all the crimes that I have not suffered in the past ten years.I'm finally going to get out of this ghost place. Although I don't know anything about this world, it's better to find someone than to go down aimlessly by myself.

Looking closer, it is just a dirt road that is not very wide, but I still found comfort in seeing that there are still fresh rutted stars on the road.After walking for most of the day, my legs seemed to be filled with lead. On this road with traces of pedestrians, I have achieved a little goal, and my mood is not so urgent.

Sitting on the ground as if discouraged, he took out the remaining half of the rice cake from his bag and slowly chewed it.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, I saw a donkey cart approaching from a distance, bringing up dust behind me.Xinglou quickly stood up and put the remaining food and water into his backpack for him to approach.I had a vague guess before, but when I saw this rural donkey cart and the driver in bunts, Xinglou couldn't help being disappointed.

Sure enough, in ancient times, although the trumpet was also wearing ancient costumes, but there were no other characters and architectural signs in the woods before, and there was still a little expectation. At this time, I had to recognize the reality.

Considering that the car was approaching, Xinglou didn't expect that he stopped without calling for a car, but the driver stared at Xinglou and smiled a little uncomfortable.

"Third, why did you stop?" A voice came from the carriage, and the voice sounded like an older woman.The accent is not mandarin, like the dialect of Sichuan and Shu, and Xinglou can understand a little bit.

"Here is a child alone on the side of the road." After answering the words of the people in the car, the coachman who was called the third child turned his head and asked Xinglou, "Where are your parents?"

The old woman in the car also lifted the curtain to block the wind, her head was full of white hair but there was no kindness in her brows, her eyes were fixed on Xinglou, and her smile seemed forced.

Originally, I wanted to wait for a ride on the side of the road, but I finally waited for one, but seeing that these two people didn't look like good people, Xinglou ignored them and turned to walk forward.

The old woman was a kidnapper who wandered around in this rural town and picked up single children. Seeing that the child looked five or six years old, Yuxue was cute, and she was alone on this small road, thinking about falling into the grass for more than ten years. I haven't been caught yet, although it was a temporary idea on the road and I didn't check the spots in detail, but I just happened to be in Qingshi Town after finishing a vote and was about to escape far away. I was moved.

The two looked at each other, and after understanding what they were thinking, the youngest jumped out of the car immediately, and after two quick steps, he caught up with the star building, grabbed a handful of medicine powder from his cloth pocket, and slapped the child on the head.