Song Sanchuan had originally hoped to use his little sparrow to fetch his wealthy brother, but in the end, it seemed he had only met a lonely one.
If it weren't for the fact that his brother Fugui seemed to have no other external or internal injuries besides being particularly slow in speaking and moving, Song Sanchuan really wouldn't have been able to stay in the fast food restaurant.
Even though Gou Fugui himself said it was nothing and told him to wait, the inexplicably slow pace of the wait only intensified Song Sanchuan's anxiety.
Even though the wealthy brothers said they were fine, they all seemed to be seriously ill. So what exactly was in that grayish-white mist? This world has become like this since they first arrived, and even the incredibly wealthy brothers have been affected. Is there any hope for this world?
Song Sanchuan couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts, and the other people in the fast food restaurant around him were obviously thinking the worst, to the point that everyone's face looked very grim.
Only one little girl, who had seen the video and the conversation even though she was in the crowd, stared wide-eyed and smiled.
She turned to her mother and gave her a mysterious smile, then mimicked the tone of a wealthy woman and said to her mother:
"Mom...Mom...do I...look...like...lightning...?"
The girl's mother couldn't help but smile as she looked at her daughter making faces at her. She reached out and ruffled her daughter's hair, saying, "You look just like her, but you're even cuter."
And so the little girl's giggling echoed through the fast food restaurant.
Song Sanchuan, who was listening to the little girl's conversation with her mother, suddenly blinked.
He tapped his fingers on the keyboard, and encyclopedia information about sloths appeared on the computer.
Then, after thinking it over and over until he broke out in a cold sweat, Song Sanchuan, with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, propped his chin up and thought—
Is it possible that his brother Fugui is really fine, but just a little slow in speaking and moving?
Just like how he can bewitch rabbits into dancing when he becomes a weasel, and become a brainless, sarcastic dog when he becomes a husky, what if he became a sloth...
Song Sanchuan made the same expression as the old man on the subway looking at his phone for the third time. So the question is, why did his rich brother turn into a sloth?
Can a sloth, with zero or even negative combat power, really taunt or fight? Why did his brother decide to become a humanoid sloth?
Are you trying to drive the enemy crazy?
Song Sanchuan didn't understand, and then waited for his brother Fugui to come back and explain it to him so that he could be shocked.
However, this wait was probably the longest and most agonizing wait of Song Sanchuan's life.
The short distance of less than 600 meters took his wealthy brother an hour and a half to reach.
If things went any faster, all the brave mothers would probably have already given birth... Even a tortoise would be faster than his rich brother.
What convinced Song Sanchuan that his brother Fugui had indeed been given a delay buff was the difficult process of him entering the fast food restaurant.
The college students who were waiting by the gate at 10:30 had already spotted Gou Fugui, who was wrapped up tightly, standing three meters away from the gate.
In his excitement, he immediately opened the door and waved to Gou Fugui, hoping he would run into the house in one go.
No matter how much he waved, winked, or even shouted, the person who had wrapped himself up like a black rice dumpling just wouldn't speed up!
Watching him lift his foot, land it, lift his foot, land it, as if in slow motion, would probably give anyone with a short temper a heart attack.
At this point, almost everyone in the fast food restaurant thought that either the black rice dumpling had suffered some serious injury or poisoning, or that he had some serious mental illness.
Just as a hot-tempered person couldn't resist reaching out to grab him, a split second before his hand was about to touch the wealthy beauty, Gou Fugui, finally certain that he couldn't possibly be lost or hallucinate within such a short distance, instantly deactivated his sloth-like bloodline bonus and dodged the hand reaching for him.
"Huh? Oh my god, can't your speed return to normal? How come you've been moving like a snail the whole way?! Are you out of your mind to be making jokes like this at a time like this?!"
This burly man had a short temper. He was already anxious about Fugui's walking speed while watching the monitoring video of the little tit. He had just seen Fugui take a full three minutes to walk from the front door to the door at a leisurely pace. He was really quite agitated now.
Gou Fugui, who had just removed the bloodline enhancement, felt a strange mix of pity and speechlessness when he looked at him.
"Me...too...cough."
"I didn't do it on purpose. It's just that the fog can cause hallucinations, and I almost couldn't get out."
It's common knowledge that the fog is corrosive and contains unknown toxins, but so far there's been no official confirmation that the fog can cause hallucinations.
"Really? What kind of hallucination did you see? But no matter what kind of hallucination you saw, it shouldn't make your walking speed change like that, right?"
Many people were still somewhat skeptical, but Gou Fugui thought for a moment, then revealed a sincere smile reminiscent of the panda Fugui:
"I first encountered a 'ghost wall' where I felt like I was walking the same path and going around in circles in the same place three times in a row, and then I was too scared to move and got stuck in the same spot."
"However, I soon realized that this might be a problem with the toxic fog. Although I had taken protective measures, I still inhaled a small amount of the filtered fog. I felt that I might have been affected by an unknown toxin, and then... I thought about what kind of animal could detoxify me, and as I thought about it, I felt like I was a sloth."
Everyone in the fast food restaurant: "..."
"So my speaking and walking speed has become very slow. I feel that I have indeed eliminated the toxins from my body. I guess there are no problems."
All the passersby: So you really do have some kind of mental problem?!
However, this prejudice was dispelled by half of the face-obsessed people in the fast food restaurant after Gou Fugui removed his goggles and mask.
Someone who's that good-looking can't possibly have a problem with their brain! That's just a characteristic at best!
At this moment, Gou Fugui had already sat down next to Song Sanchuan's fast food table, and the two whispered to each other, confirming Song Sanchuan's guess.
"So you really did turn into a sloth... just because sloths can detoxify?" Song Sanchuan's face was all scrunched up. "But if we're talking about detoxification, wouldn't the koala that ate poop as a baby and grew up eating poison be better? And at least koalas are lazy, but they're not slow!"
Gou Fugui twitched his lips: "Don't talk like I ate poop as a child and grew up eating poison. I have koalas in my manual, but I feel that their overall skills are probably not very good. After all, the biggest characteristic of koalas is... well, eating poop and poison, and then failing at everything they do and then crying."
"How am I supposed to defeat the enemy then? By crying? That's worse than a sloth; at least that guy has two other decent skills."
The ability to pull three green algae balls from one's hair is quite impressive. If the green algae balls can be preserved well and not spoiled, it's like having a very good "little medicine" for replenishing blood, improving brain function, and defending against viruses. Until countries around the world have figured out the cause and composition of the fog formation, green algae balls are a very important and useful medicine.
Song Sanchuan thought about the koala that could only whine and cry, and then about the sloth's ability to become invisible without moving and to carry its own medicine every day. In the end, he gritted his teeth and accepted his brother's slowness.
"Fine, it's better to go slower... at least it'll be more stable."
Moreover, Gou Fugui can remove the Sloth Fugui bloodline bonus at any time, so most of the time he shouldn't turn into a sloth, which is so annoying and frustrating.
After accepting Gou Fugui's arrival, Song Sanchuan and Gou Fugui were finally able to discuss in detail the issues concerning the mist and this world.
“This isn’t just the kind of mist formed from tiny water droplets that we know; it must contain other energies and trace substances as well,” Song Sanchuan said first. “Otherwise, our four wristwatches would communicate seamlessly within the same city.”
However, the four of them contacted each other immediately. After that, they were only able to communicate and exchange a few words when the fog first formed, and then they could no longer contact each other.
Gou Fugui nodded: "It's certain that the toxins in the mist can cause hallucinations, but since the sloth Fugui was able to resist and neutralize this unknown toxin, it's highly likely that the toxin is related to plants..."
"But putting aside the toxins and corrosiveness of the fog, let's not forget what our most basic purpose in coming here is."
Song Sanchuan paused for a moment: "Of course, we need to find the core of the world. But this vast fog is too big a target, and we haven't figured out the toxins within it... Where should we start looking for the core of the world?"
Finding the core of the world from this fog-shrouded world that seems to have returned to chaos is harder than finding a needle in a haystack!
Gou Fugui pointed to the computer: "Can you mark the area in Huazhou where the fog first appeared?"
"Perhaps we should go there and check the situation after this fog clears."
No matter what kind of apocalypse it is, we must always start from the source.
Song Sanchuan's hands flew across the keyboard as he entered data and precisely located the area where the fog first appeared.
But he still casually asked, "What if the fog doesn't dissipate?"
Gou Fugui raised his eyebrows: "Of course I'll go too."
Song Sanchuan: "..." Wasn't that just nonsense?
However, Song Sanchuan didn't voice his complaints. He pressed the last key, and the world map on the computer screen was stretched and zoomed out to Huazhou, then zoomed out and moved down from Huazhou, finally settling on a small county called "Shuiwu County" 300 kilometers away.
Gou Fugui frowned slightly as he looked at the three characters "Shuiwu County" and the several mountains surrounding the county.
Song Sanchuan added from the side, "...The name Shuiwu sounds quite unlucky at this time."
Gou Fugui did not answer.
Song Sanchuan didn't want to dwell on this, so he asked directly, "What's next? Should we both put on our protective suits and go find Boss Xie or that four-eyed guy? Or should we stay here and wait for rescue?"
Song Sanchuan personally felt that it would be better to take the initiative, but he felt a little uneasy whenever he thought about the hallucinogenic effects of the mist and the speed boost from the sloth.
But the clever Fugui still has his ways!
"Let's go and actively look for them. Before the fog changes any further, it's best to get to that place as soon as possible."
"But inhaling or being exposed to the mist can cause hallucinations. I can't just keep up with you at a snail's pace, can I? Not to mention the boss in the farthest West District, even finding Four-Eyes, who's only three kilometers to the south, would take us a whole day!"
Then Song Sanchuan saw his brother Fugui give him a look of utter contempt for his intelligence.
That look inevitably reminded him of a husky or a Tibetan fox.
He was about to say something with a twitch of his lips when the wealthy beauty spoke up: "Use your brain, can't we coordinate a strategy?"
Song Sanchuan was taken aback for a moment. Then he cautiously asked:
How to cooperate?
"A safe means of transportation, then I'll give you directions, and you can drive."
Song Sanchuan thought about it and felt that this method should be feasible.
"Can I just borrow a car on the street?"
Gou Fugui paused for a moment: "I think it's best to start with bicycles or electric bikes. It's a safer approach."
Song Sanchuan raised his eyebrows: "Are you looking down on my driving skills?! It's not like the boss is the only one who's an expert in all kinds of vehicles! I'm a mechanical fanatic, for goodness' sake!"
The wealthy and beautiful woman simply looked at him with her pretty eyes, then gave him a half-smile: "If you really want to try, a car isn't out of the question."
Song Sanchuan inexplicably felt that something was amiss.
But after putting on his protective suit, he stubbornly chose a car.
Before leaving, Song Sanchuan used Gou Fugui's pocket to empty a backpack full of compressed biscuits and chocolates, leaving them for the people at the fast food restaurant.
Although they were just casual acquaintances, he hoped that these people could persevere for a longer time.
Then, amidst the stares of everyone who saw them as "national special forces elites," the two of them walked out of the fast food restaurant.
Several cars were parked in front of the fast food restaurant.
The two rushed to a car, and Song Sanchuan pulled out a pistol and opened the door. He then sat in the driver's seat, looking imposingly at Gou Fugui beside him:
"Now you can start giving directions!"
"However, the car's sealing is actually quite good, so you shouldn't have hallucinations at first, right?"
Gou Fugui looked at the car and nodded: "Then we can try it out first."
Song Sanchuan started the car and first located the coffee shop in the south of the city where Si Wuyai was located, which was relatively close by.
At the same time, Gou Fugui activated the sloth Fugui bloodline bonus and looked intently out the window.
"Drive slower, preferably around 20 mph, so I can give you pointers."
This was the last fluent sentence spoken by the wealthy and beautiful woman after she got into the car.
Fifteen minutes after the car started moving, Song Sanchuan was still following the directions on his computer, while the sloth Fugui next to him was already showing signs of anxiety!
Oh no, he still got hit! Couldn't this guy see that obvious wall in front of him?! At this point, you should quickly remind him to brake and turn, but his body... can't do it.
"stupid……"
Song Sanchuan was taken aback: "Why did you suddenly start cursing at me? I was driving just fine, wasn't I?"
"Idiot...stop..."
"Stop? Stop the car? But why do we need to stop? The road ahead is wide."
Bang!
Before Song Sanchuan could finish speaking, the car crashed straight into the wall in front of him.
Then, Song Sanchuan, looking completely bewildered, turned to look at Gou Fugui, who was wearing a mysterious smile, and listened for half a minute to his now useless advice.
"You idiot...you've fallen for it! Stop...the car...there's a wall in front of it!"
Song Sanchuan wiped his face in despair, and finally replied to Gou Fugui with the same Buddhist-like fake smile:
"You... damn... son of a bitch...! What's the point of saying that now?!"
He finally understood why this guy had reminded him to choose a bicycle or electric scooter when he went out—because those two types of vehicles were slow enough to allow him to hear a few more words!
That's fucking outrageous!!
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