At that moment, I felt that this guy was probably lying to me, since he had made it very clear to me at the beginning that it would only take a few minutes.
But so much time has passed now, it's clearly not just a few kilometers. Considering the current speed around here and the long time, I think it must be at least twenty or thirty kilometers.
But he told us that the road was only a dozen kilometers long, so who could believe that?
At least I can't trust it at all.
Not only that, but I also felt that there were several times during the journey that we deviated from the navigation and the original direction.
In other words, he definitely suffered some damage during this journey, or to put it another way, he definitely did not travel along that route normally.
But looking at the energy substance that he just stuffed in, which was transformed from a beard into hair, it did indeed increase several times over afterward, and I could clearly feel that the speed was increasing.
The lightning sword amazed me.
"What exactly is this bearded man trying to do? He's moving much faster than before, but we still don't have a clue!"
If we had known he wouldn't get there at this speed, we would have just gotten off the bus!
In that case, we'd probably be almost there by now!
As I listened to Lei Jijian's words, I couldn't help but want to agree with him.
Indeed, if we had chosen to go back from that direction from the beginning, things probably wouldn't have been so complicated.
In other words, it's possible that we've already seen that blue-armored figure.
Although there was no way to extract as much information as possible from him, or to directly restore the Dew Branch.
The problem is that we're stuck here now, and we can't even get to the road.
Just waiting here quietly, a wait that seems to have no end.
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but glance at the front seat; the navigation screen in the middle had become somewhat dim.
My heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this a part that had been replaced from his car or directly removed from the car's components? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be this fragile, right?
How come it's only been driving for a short while? At this speed, the navigation is already starting to dim after just a short while.
Could it be that this thing has the function of diminishing returns?
If that's the case, then when we're sitting in his car in this shallow layer, are we only left with a choice between speed and precision?
If that's really the case, then we might as well just get off the bus immediately, like Lei Jijian suggested.
But when I think about the way that guy just looked, I don't know what to say.
I shared my thoughts with the girl, and she just shrugged helplessly.
Indeed, if we force him to get off the bus, who knows what parts he'll pull out from somewhere else.
Even if we manage to kill him through a direct confrontation, it will be difficult to explain to Lao Liu, and it will also waste time.
It was at this moment that I felt my legs slowly getting warm again, but this time it wasn't the burning heat I had before, but a gentle warmth.
Although it doesn't hurt yet, I know very well that it's about to become very painful.
The driver was leaning back in the driver's seat, his chest and eyes completely unharmed, as if nothing had happened.
Compared to what happened at Boss He's hotel, I'm more convinced that what just happened—that this guy ripping out his heart—was a hallucination.
I could hardly believe it, but at that moment, the driver was still diligently driving, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, even to the point that his knuckles were turning white.
Her face remained deathly pale, showing no sign of distress, only weakly raising her eyes slowly.
He seemed to have heard our conversation, even though we spoke very softly. His hearing seemed to have become unusually sensitive.
He just had a rather strange expression on his face, and then slowly began to speak.
"The highest speed..."
He mumbled a few words and then closed his eyes again. He looked like he had collapsed from exhaustion.
Even his hands and pale face looked somewhat real and terrifying to me.
It's already a bit of a struggle for him to speak, so it's no wonder he hasn't said much to us since what he did.
The rest of the journey went very smoothly.
Shunzhi's smooth sailing made me feel that something was amiss.
As he moved faster, the warmth in my legs came up more slowly. I glanced at the girl next to me, but she was always smiling and didn't seem to be too worried about me.
Throughout this process, I even had some doubts: perhaps I would be more affected, meaning the contract I entered into would take effect sooner.
After all, this thing isn't necessarily certain yet. Just like when Blue Armor gave us that letter, we didn't even know it.
When we arrived at the post office, we thought it would be two full days, but after what happened at the Riverside Hotel, we have no idea how much time has passed.
There were indeed many diary entries in there, but if you were to bring them into reality, they would only take about half a day.
But when we came out, Lao Liu did tell us that more than two days had indeed passed. Two days had already passed, and there were still no problems with the contracts we had signed.
Isn't this the biggest problem?
I see that there's a good chance things will be different here, and it's not just different from what Lao Liu said about less than a day; it's more likely that the deadlines for me and the girl are different.
Yiyi was still sitting there, and I didn't tell him about it.
Logically speaking, after completing the Blue Armor quest, the girl should have obtained the fully-formed Dew Branch.
Then I'll have to go to him to get some energy from the dew-covered branches.
After all, Lei Jijian and I still need to have a hearty meal.
At that moment, the hovercar was like a blue lightning bolt, speeding across the sea.
A thought flashed through my mind, and then I suddenly remembered the map that Fatty Zhou had left for us. I reached into my backpack and took out the simple map.
There were still traces of Zhou Pangzi's slightly yellowed sweat on it.
Just like that Fatty Zhou, he's still around us now.
The kilometers above have been clearly marked with a scale.
Could we have taken the wrong turn?
Looking at this map, I feel that it's somewhat different from the navigation system in front of me.
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