But that person...

Xia Ren thought about it and then let it go.

Now, all he can trust is his own strength.

However, due to the influence of fungi, Xia Ren's strength has been greatly weakened. He must find a way to improve his strength to deal with the upcoming crisis. However, the method to improve his strength is the fastest way to enter the ancient dream or complete the first chapter of the seven secret scriptures of Xuanjun. However, whether it is the fragments of the ancient dream or the magic scripture, it is something he cannot obtain in a short period of time.

However, there is no hope at all.

Xia Ren remembered that there was still an item left in Jupiter's hometown that was almost forgotten by him. He asked Qin Yun to go back and get such item.

"Hopefully it will go smoothly."

Xia Ren prayed silently in his heart.

This time he came out, except for the rootless water that had merged with him and the coward's ear-drawing spoon, he only brought a single shelter.

Xia Ren looked out the window with his eyes, subconsciously playing with a cube metal block in his hand, feeling the cold temperature brought by the other party.

The airplane broadcast began to remind passengers to arrive at their destination soon. Not long after, the plane slowly stopped on the runway with a slight bump.

Xia Ren closed his eyes and leaned on the fungus on the back of his left hand. He could vaguely sense the pagan's position, right in this city.

Taking a deep breath, he sat up from his seat.

When he was about to walk out of the plane, on the exit side, a slender and dark-skinned male flight attendant showed a hearty smile at Xia Ren and said:

“I wish you a happy journey.”

Xia Ren nodded politely at him, not caring.

...

...

This is Dallas, which belongs to the edge of the capital of Maryland. The wet and warm wind from the ocean blocks the cold wind from the Wuji Ice Field, so although it is already at the end of December, the temperature in this city has risen above twenty degrees.

One hundred kilometers east of Dallas, it is another large capital, Los Santo.

Los Santo is close to the ocean and is one of the areas closest to the North State continent. Nearly a quarter of the transportation of goods between the two continents depends on the port here.

As early as seven hundred years ago, the predecessor of Los Santo was the infamous "Pirate Country" in history.

Relying on geographical advantages, people living here often rob cargo ships, or forcefully receive goods at extremely low prices, and then resell them to the mainland at high prices, causing merchants from other mainland China and locals in the West to suffer.

Under a long-term monopoly, Los Angeles developed several major families, united and deeply rooted. Although Los Angeles changed hands several times and the army from the inland West has set foot in this place countless times, the strong dragon did not suppress the local snake, and the flag of the "Pirate Country" never fell until the Supreme Alliance government appeared on the Blue Star.

Under the powerful power of the Dispute Arbitration Court, the Pirate Kingdom lasted for three hundred years before it was finally eliminated and renamed the Los Santa Capital.

But even so, the major families entrenched here did not completely disappear, but turned to the dark. The habits left behind by history also led to the local people's tough customs, and the crime rate was still among the top ten even among the 800 most capitals of Blue Star.

Due to the influence of Los Angeles, the city of Dallas is similar and even more serious. However, Los Angeles is close to the coast and has abundant resources. The crimes are mainly concentrated in civilian areas, and close to the city center are relatively prosperous.

But Dallas is already an inland city, with scarce resources and high crime rates that destroy the economy here. More people lose job opportunities and increase crime, so they can only fall into a vicious cycle.

To put it more than exaggeratedly, there is almost nothing left in this city except chaos.

Xia Ren passed through the city center from the airport and came to the other side of the suburbs, almost spanning the entire city.

The prosperity has nothing to do with this place. The most common ones he saw on the street were shops that closed during the day, homeless people lying on the roadside, and a large number of prostitutes.

I heard that the Dallas parliament had made up its mind to revitalize the economy and crack down on thugs, so I used various welfare temptations to attract some capital to invest here, build high-rise buildings in the city, and open many stores to change the bad situation.

However, locals in Dallas often spontaneously organize "zero dollar purchases" activities. Capitalists who were deceived by the council did not expect that the people of this city would go on an unconceived path and instead flee for themselves. So the capitalists who could not afford to wear shorts all carried the trains overnight and left this city that sad forever.

The empty shops Xia Ren saw along the way were almost all traces left by that period.

However, his purpose in coming to this city was clear. He did not care about the surrounding scenery and did not want to have any interaction with ordinary people, provided that they did not offend themselves.

"The direction is wrong."

Xia Ren sat in a taxi with no air conditioning and was filled with noises in the interior, reminding the driver.

The latter laughed indifferently, and Xia Ren felt that his laughter was filled with a little unconcealed threat and disdain for outsiders.

"Don't worry, I've been driving for so many years, and I'm familiar with this place, so there will be no problem."

The driver's throttle remains unabated and speeds on the suburban roads filled with potholes.

His confidence is not unreasonable. The number of foreign tourists who were slaughtered in his hands has been no less than three digits in recent years, and there has never been any problem.

But the driver didn't know who he was pulling this time.

Xia Ren was sitting in the passenger seat and was so bumped that his head hit the roof of the car several times.

He had lost his patience and had no intention of arguing with the driver again.

Half a minute later, the vehicle continued to drive on the road, and Xia Ren drove alone, heading towards the pagan in the sense of the sensing.

...

...

There is a small town outside Dallas.

Compared to the chaotic city, it is obviously more peaceful here - at least on the surface.

In the middle of the town, there is a church that rarely comes, but recently more and more people are sick in the town, so more and more people come to pray.

At noon, there are fewer people on the streets, and most of the residents in the town may have gone home for dinner.

A figure wrapped in a black robe walked into the church through the side door and headed straight to the priest's room.

As soon as he walked into the house, he immediately faced the bedroom, fell to his knees, and shouted in his hoarse throat:

"Father!"

The bedroom door is open, but there is a layer of curtains on the door, making it difficult to see the scene inside.

"Joe, do you know why I'm saving you?"

A loud voice came from the bedroom, and the head of the believer named Joe dropped even lower.

"Fortunately, the priest was merciful."

After a moment of silence in the bedroom, he suddenly said, "Tom came back yesterday and brought the holy relics back at the same time, Joe, and what about you? What did you do? What about the other two?"

Qiao had a premonition from the priest's tone, and suddenly raised his head and said anxiously:

"Father, listen to my explanation."

...

...

Xia Ren had just driven into the town and suddenly found that the connection between him and the pagan had disappeared.

At the same time, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the roadside. Xia Ren quickly stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel at the same time, but he still couldn't avoid it.

After the car crashed into the black shadow, it broke out of control and hit the telephone pole next to it, and then it barely stopped.

This tortured taxi has no airbags, but with Xia Ren's physical fitness, it will not be injured.

The door was not deformed, so he opened it simply, but after getting off the car, he found that the middle of the front of the car was completely sunk, the water tank was smashed, and the cool liquid inside flowed all over the ground, and there was also dark brown oil stains. It seemed that the engine bottom shell was also broken, and the car was completely scrapped.

The black shadow that was knocked away by him was a Labrador Retriever. The neck cover it wore should be a pet from a certain family. However, as a pet, it was really too thin. I don’t know if it had a certain disease or was lost to its owner.

Seeing that it suddenly rushed out of the roadside and there was no one around, Xia Ren felt that it was more likely to get lost.

The bones in the black dog were smashed. It lay on the ground and whimpered and struggled for a few times before it stopped moving.

Xia Ren looked at the scrapped taxi behind him, then at the dead dog at his feet, frowned.

It was really unlucky to encounter such a thing when I first arrived at this place, and it was more like some unknown sign, reminding him that there was danger ahead and stop here.

Xia Ren looked around and saw that the place he was now in was a asphalt road with weeds and trees on both sides of the road. A metal frame sign was erected on the side of the road ahead. Some fonts should have been printed on it, but because it was exposed for a long time, the handwriting was blurred. The red paint flowed down the rusty iron plate, like dry blood.

Xia Ren pulled apart the bottom of the metal plate covered by weeds and could only barely see the outline of the last two words, guessing that it should be a "small town".

After crossing the street sign, he looked forward along the asphalt road and could see that on a sunken terrain, there were dense human buildings, which were generally only two or three stories high. And according to the architectural style, it was decades ago. Streets crisscrossed in dense houses, like mazes. If outsiders enter, they may easily get lost.

Xia Ren stood uphill and could see clearly that in the middle of the town, there was a white church. The church was disrepaired and the walls were aging, and it looked seriously yellow.

It was already noon, and it was the brightest time of the sun, but the sky above the town seemed to be covered with an invisible haze. Standing from a distance, you could clearly see the difference between the area and other places around it, as if it was covered with a layer of gray color.

The breeze blew from below, and Xia Ren sniffed it gently.

"This is a corruption and cold atmosphere..."

Xia Ren's expression was solemn.

There is pollution ahead, and the scope may have affected the entire town.

The last time he sensed the approximate location of the pagan, it was also in the direction of the town.

Xia Ren looked back at the car and dog's corpse, then stepped on his feet and walked along the road and headed forward.

Even though he knew there was danger, he had to go.

He has no choice.

Shortly after Xia Ren left, a tall man in a black suit and a little dark-skinned appeared on the road.

He walked leisurely to the side of the road, bent down, and in the dense grass, he lifted up a wooden sign that had fallen, inserted it back to the rusty metal sign, and blocked the latter.
To be continued...