The truck was driven by a soldier whose professional military skills allowed him to remain calm and composed no matter what he saw.
Of course, it would be even better if the engine didn't stall five times in a row.
The largest truck could only fit a tiny third of its body, with large sections of its armor exposed on both sides.
In order not to frighten ordinary people, the vehicle is equipped with a work cloth large enough to cover the entire turtle.
With everyone working together, they ensured that the cloth was properly covering the area, leaving no part exposed.
Two cars, one large and one small, drove onto the national highway.
No matter how well the work cloth is covered when the truck is parked, when the truck starts moving, a corner of the work cloth covering it will inevitably be blown up by the wind.
Tonight, the same truck was driving on the national highway, and the young driver had already yawned several times from exhaustion.
When the headlights shone on the rear of a truck ahead, the driver excitedly honked the horn repeatedly.
It's rare to encounter a vehicle on the road at night; a vehicle honking its horn is like someone greeting you.
The young man's father was asleep in the back seat; the father and son were driving a long distance.
Undeterred by the lack of response from the vehicle ahead, the young man shone his headlights. As luck would have it, the wind blew up a corner of his work clothes, revealing a large turtle shell.
The young man was dumbfounded at first. After repeatedly confirming that he wasn't seeing things, a sharp scream broke out of his throat, "Dad, Dad, look what's on the car in front? It's a turtle bigger than ours!"
The middle-aged man was awakened by his son's shrill cries, and he strode to the passenger seat to take a closer look...
His voice was fairly steady, but his right hand, which was reaching into his pocket for a cigarette, was trembling uncontrollably.
"Don't look at that thing, look at the big truck in front of you, can you see what's wrong with it?"
The young man looked closely and gasped, "No headlights on!"
Moreover, when my car headlights accidentally shone into the other driver's rearview mirror, that expressionless driver gave me a look as if I were dead.
The middle-aged man took a drag of his cigarette and said in a weary tone, "That's right. My dad saw it when we were driving the Gobi Desert route. People who know about these things call it a ghost hitchhiking."
The driver you saw is actually dead. A demon is controlling it, taking it wherever it wants to go. Pull over to the side of the road and let it go first.
The young man had no choice but to gradually reduce his speed and finally stop on the side of the national highway. He began to believe his father's story of "My Years as a Driver" a little more.
He had to believe it for himself to see it with his own eyes.
Long-distance drivers do see all sorts of things.
Once he's settled down, started a family, and has a son, he'll definitely pass on his experiences...
If the soldier driving the car knew he had been declared "dead," he would definitely be cursing.
With a lead vehicle guiding the way, the driver of the lead vehicle is ordered not to turn on the lights, for fear of being seen, in order to avoid trouble.
The vehicle entered Liaoning Province without incident. Along the way, they saw soldiers blocking the national highway. After Fan Caicai got out of the car and communicated with the soldiers, their vehicle was allowed to pass.
By this time, it was already dusk, and when they arrived at the county town where Baishi Village was located, it was completely dark.
The entire county town has been completely sealed off by the military, and there are no pedestrians to be seen on the streets.
The car stopped, and Ruan Xianxian shooed Fan Caicai out. She took out her own package and fiddled with it in the passenger seat. After finishing, she turned to Mu Xia and asked...
"Hey sis, how about this? I've brought all the gear. I'll wear black and you wear white, and we'll be the Black and White Duo. Any monsters or demons will run away when they see us!"
Mu Xia stared at Ruan Xiaoxian's freshly made new outfit and fell into a long silence.
In the end, not only did he reject her proposal, but he also took the initiative to distance himself from her.
The county office of Kuihua County was brightly lit. As soon as Ruan Xianxian got out of the car, she shouted in a rough voice, "Show yourself, little darling."
Weiwei had long been tired of the bumpy ride. She pushed aside the work cloth covering her with her big head, and with just a little height, she easily stretched out her legs and stepped off the vehicle.
So, when the provincial officials and military personnel received the news, they went out to greet them...
Looking up, I was struck by a visual shock: a giant tortoise, about the height of a two-story building, stood silently in the darkness, its head alone as big as a jeep.
The military personnel were alright; they had seen many strange and unusual things, and the three regimental commanders in charge all appeared calm.
But when have these pampered officials in their offices ever seen such a scene?
One person looked terrified...
One person's eyes rolled around...
The last one's eyes were filled with a greedy desire to possess Weiwei entirely...
Ruan Xianxian, who was looking down at these people, took in their changing emotions and gave a laugh that sounded both mocking and sarcastic.
The military representative, regaining his composure, hurriedly asked, "Where are the people sent to handle this special incident?"
Upon seeing where Ruan was, Fan Caicai wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground. She pointed to the giant tortoise's back and exclaimed, "Look! He's up there!"
Everyone looked up in the direction Comrade Fan pointed...
At first glance, it was too dark to see clearly.
At first glance, it looks like there's a black lump on the turtle's shell!
Only when the flashlight beam shone through could the military and political figures in front of the gate finally see clearly that in the very center of the enormous tortoise shell, a girl dressed in black with black hair and carrying an ancient bronze sword stood quietly against the wind.
Her gaze was cold and indifferent; looking down at her was like a god looking down on ants.
The emotionless gaze caused the three provincial officials, each with their own ulterior motives, to look away, and an indescribable sense of awe rose in their hearts.
Then a fervent passion rose within me. Is this what it means to be a person with special abilities?
Ruan Xianxian's voice, though not loud, was very clear and reached everyone's ears: "Let's skip the formalities. Time is limited, so let's talk about the specific situation in Baishi Village."
At the door, Feng Bai, who had brought a group of reinforcements, twitched his eyelids. This voice paired with this turtle... it felt so familiar.
While he was still in a daze, the commander of the Second Division had already filled in the follow-up and current situation with quick and concise sentences.
The Third Division, stationed in Liaoning Province, was the first to send a corps to investigate the mountain using ropes to prevent a recurrence of the disappearance.
As a result, the main force got lost, even though the captain was very familiar with the terrain and could find the red coffin with his eyes closed.
When they came to their senses, the safety locks connecting the soldiers had become twisted into a pretzel in one area.
If it weren't for safety reasons, with all the locks secured by safety buckles, soldiers would have tried to untie the ropes while unconscious, and even resorted to cutting with knives when they couldn't...
The Third Army handed over a hand-drawn diagram, which showed the shape of the group of people who had regained their senses and were now arranged among the shadows of the trees in the mountains.
The group leader handed out the paper, only to realize that Ruan Xianxian was standing too high...
Just as he was about to awkwardly withdraw his hand, Ruan Xianxian had already leaped off the turtle's back, landing on one knee to dissipate the force.
The middle-aged regimental commander's eyes lit up. He could also reach that height, but he couldn't do what Ruan Xianxian did with such ease. He would need to roll around at least once upon landing to dissipate the force.
This guy quietly stretched his legs, which had gone numb from stomping, took the sketch and glanced at it. It was messy and disorganized, and it could be basically concluded that there was no rule to speak of.
The commander of the Second Division was still saying, "From this, we can infer that the group that went into the mountains may not necessarily be dead, but may be trapped somewhere."
Seventy-two hours have passed since the first group of villagers went missing. Comrade, if there are no further orders, we will depart immediately. Further details can be provided along the way.
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