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Chapter Forty-Three: Towards the Emperor

Seeing that the little girl was no longer very guarded against herself, Canzang said, "So you put on a very beautiful gardenia dress."

The little girl became much more energetic, and she walked around the corner of her skirt and said, "Of course."

Canzang said, "I'm leaving soon. You can go with me. If you don't leave, you will see something terrible happening here."

The little girl said innocently: "I'm not afraid. When I close the door, no one can get in. Everyone in the city has left. Anyway, a good person like you will never come back. I won't open it no matter who knocks on the door in the future."

Canzang smiled helplessly, his heart was a little sour, and he sighed: "My legs are disabled, so I can't walk fast. Why don't I stay there too, okay?"

The little girl said in confusion: "You stay? But I don't have anything to eat here to entertain you..."

Canzang thought about it for a while and said, "I know there is a small town outside, and there are also people selling pineapple cakes. Let's go there and buy some before coming back."

The little girl looked at her deserted courtyard and felt a little reluctant, but in the end the little girl decided reluctantly and left here with Canzang, never coming back...

Hearing this, Youyoule couldn't help but interrupt, "Hearing the saying 'Anyway, a good person like you will never come back, and I won't open it no matter who knocks on the door in the future' makes people want to laugh, but it's inexplicably sad."

Canzang also said: "Yes, Zhimei is an ignorant and helpless child. Sometimes the child's optimism makes people feel compassionate."

After a long period of contemplation, the story began again.

The dogtail grass hidden in the corner of the wall was shaking left and right. Several big men surrounded him and hugged him in the shadow of their shadow. Wanzang looked up and saw that one big man was covered with flour, with wide shoulders and thick arms. He looked like a rich man kneading dough for decades. He also had a calluse on his palm and red face. He was burning fire beside the iron stove. There was still a person standing behind them. The man looked happy, and there was no filth on his clothes. He looked like a rich man.

The dusty man came up and said, "Last time, you were stealing something from our store?"

Canzang said, "I will give you that knife to you as collateral."

The boss shook his face and stepped forward and said, "It's just this thing? I think you are not just a lame, but also blind. What's the money worth?"

As he said that, he waved his arm and smashed Canzang with his spine. Before his wrist fell, Canzang stabbed a stick between his ribs and pushed it upwards with a rapid pounding force. The broken knife flew out of his wrist.

The fat boss retreated with a howling sound. His two friends rushed up with fists. The stick in the trap in his hand stretched and stretched, knocking the two of them to the ground with one pound and one pound. The crowd next to him was sighing and filled with shock.

A bloated and stout stubborn uncle in the crowd picked up the brim of his hat and saw a white shadow passing through the bakery from the gap in the crowd. The man was Shi Ji Chan.

At this time, Shi Ji Chan was still a gangster under the seventh barber. Because he had always suffered losses in the organization recently, he planned to win over a few people to go out to work alone. He happened to meet Canzo here and caught his accomplice Zhimei at first sight.

Shi Jichan suddenly interrupted, "Why did I become a vulgar uncle who is not short and thick? I was obviously a talented person back then, but at least a genius engineer. I later built this leg for you. In order to replace those parts, I haven't repaired the car for half a year!"

Canzang said, "Isn't this also for the sake of vividness? There is no word in my stomach for a while."

Shi Jichan suddenly drove the car into the muddy foothills and said, "We drove in at the abandoned border station in front, and my armored car was still parked there."

Youyoule said in a daze: "Can't you get to this car?"

Shi Jichan knocked on the built-in plastic baffle under the front window of the car and said, "This thing is not suitable for use, and at most you can run a highway. Qimingji and Hengyeji are different. There is no one to build roads there, not to mention that we are still in remote areas, so it is even more impossible to walk a good road and close it."

Qiu Heji said: "This is the border station? Why don't I remember it at all?"

Kyoko Ryu said: "You are not only a foodie, but also a road tycoon."

Shi Jichan opened the map and glanced at it, saying, "Our armored vehicle has many benefits. At least one thing is safe. Qi Mingji does not need to be here. There are often organic ghosts on the road. We just need to modify the car to ensure that we can arrive at the Imperial Palace safely."

Wen Shou suddenly said: "Although the first priority is to rush to the Imperial Palace, we are not sure what the turbulent situation of the Imperial Palace is now. I suggest going to Dao first, so that they can cure their illnesses and quietly find out the news about the Imperial Palace."

Chu Jing'er nodded and said, "I also think this is a top priority."

A stream flowed through the green mountains and green ridges. Qiu Heji and Zhimei returned to the car after taking some water. Shi Jichan also removed the transformation furnace in the iron armored car. There were also some parts accumulated over the years. After throwing away all of them, there was indeed a lot of space.

After preparation, Shi Jichen got on the bus and studied the map with Wenshou. Finally, everyone decided to set the first goal at a marking point 30 kilometers away, where there should be a gas station.

The iron armored vehicle was speeding on the narrow road like white and trained, sucking and spitting out the rolling smoke and dust. Sitting in the car, you could clearly hear the sound of fruits and fruits outside, which was emitted by the steel plate on the iron armor and the syringe crusher on the rollers.

Most of the mechanic ghosts on this deserted beach have no ability to move, and most of them are wandering aimlessly along the road.

Thirty kilometers away, under the dome covered by haze, a sloping building collapsed with a swaying and shocking sound.

Youyoule glanced into the distance and asked, "What happened there?"

Shi Ji Chan said: "It may be a huge alien body composed of meteoric ghosts. They occupied the foundation of the building and regarded it as a camp to live in. Under the strong light of Qimingji, their underdeveloped cysts are prone to rot, and shrinking into the darkness will make them feel more comfortable."

Youyoule worried, "Will it be difficult to deal with when you meet them?"

Shi Ji Chan said: "The bigger the guy, the more inconvenient it will be to move. The tricky thing is not the huge alien body, but the small meteoric ghosts that differentiate from the soft capsule in his body. This kind of meteoric ghost is fast and specializes in preying on what they think can eat. What's scary is that the huge alien body does not breed and hatch those guys, but depends on differentiation. That is to say, no matter when, as long as he is stimulated, or if he needs more food sources, he can differentiate more meteoric ghosts."

Canzang recalled: "I have seen the kind of city occupied by a ghost with my own eyes. The entire city is wrapped in resilient silk objects. Every time the silk thread is moved, it is accompanied by terrifying hunting."

Wen Shou said: "What you are talking about should be a spider-shaped species. I have collected their metal genes, which is really difficult to deal with."
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