Chapter 3454

"Sister!"

Gus pounced on grey, just holding her sister in her arms.

Grey was pale and short of breath, and her back was wet and bruised.

Although he is a boxing genius and has four infinite ammunition serial mechanical crossbows, there are a large number of pursuers. Under the blessing of the God of boxing, he is as fierce as a mad tiger and is not afraid of death. He still causes heavy damage to grey.

The rainstorm didn't mean to stop at all. The raindrops the size of soybeans hit the wound like venom. The wound soon turned white and trembled like a baby's lips.

"Come on, let's find a place to hide!"

Gus had never seen his sister hurt so badly, showing weakness.

After killing for the first time, some kind of power grew up in his heart. He didn't know where the power came from. He helped grey, one foot deep and one foot shallow, drifting with the current in the rainstorm and mud.

Finally, before he was exhausted and buried in the debris flow, he found a relatively dry cave with relatively high terrain that would not be submerged for the time being.

Deep in the cave, there is a nest of branches and weeds, which has been pressed very soft and warm.

It's supposed to be the home of bears, but they didn't find the shadow of bears.

Even if I find out, Gus holds the mechanical crossbow and thinks that I can shoot the bear's head with one crossbow.

Grey fell into the bear's den, clenched her lips, emptied her backpack, and shivered to find the medicine.

Asked Gus to help her apply medicine and bandage, and took two pills, she was a long sigh of relief, not a moment to sleep.

Gray's sleep is very unstable, even in the sleep is still nervous texture twitch, issued a sharp roar, like fighting with the enemy in a nightmare.

Gus never encountered such a situation. He asked LV Qingchen anxiously, "can we survive, reach the south, and find the steam army?"

The devil spread out his hand and said, "I hope so.

Grey woke up once before dawn.

At this time, her whole body was boiling hot, her face was unnaturally red, and even a wisp of white mist came out of her forehead.

"Sister, you have a fever."

Gus said in horror, "you're like a torch burning!"

"Well."

With the help of her younger brother, grey drank two large sachets of water and ate two pieces of pickled Nang cakes with animal fat. Then she gasped and said, "Gus, listen, there's a sewn black bag at the bottom of the backpack. It's dad's diary, which records the way to go to the south to find the steam army. You can have a look now, and then, Then burn dad's diary, never fall into the hands of the temple of boxing.

"Remember, if I really can't make it, you're going to the south to find the steam army. They're the only ones who can help you survive and avenge your father. Do you understand?"

"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Gus opened his eyes and said, "I won't leave you alone. You can make it!"

"I mean if."

Grey said with a bitter smile, "our enemy is the temple of boxing, or even the God of boxing. Don't you think it's too optimistic to say that we can survive?"? Don't worry, I'm ok now. How can those guys who just graduated from Tiequan school and studied in the martial arts school for a few years get my life? But if I meet my uncle, I can't guarantee it.

"Go and read dad's diary. It's your responsibility and your power!"

With these words, my sister fell asleep again.

Gus took a deep breath and tore open the bag at the bottom of his rucksack with a knife.

Inside is a notebook with exquisite binding and complicated drawings. Gus has never seen such a thing before, which means that the tools and even machinery needed to make the notebook are extremely precise.

Open the title page, it wrote a sentence, Gus sharp eyes, a glance to see that it is Dad's handwriting.

Father trembled and wrote: "is our world a lie?"

This problem made Gus's pupils suddenly shrink and look up at the demons around him.

"Well, whether it's a lie or not depends on your definition of" lie. "

Lu Qingchen touched his nose and said, "from a certain point of view, all the world is a false lie, and the meaning of life is to find and cultivate the only truth among countless lies. Is that about it?"

Gus doesn't understand the devil.

He continued to read his father's diary.

The diary is written in a very fine style. Gus has never seen such notes. They are like flies' heads, which can write very small but very clear words.

This kind of writing must be written with a very fine nib and a very smooth ink supply system.

This involves very advanced machining technology, which is something that the temple of boxing abhors.

Anyway, Gus had never seen such fine, clear and beautiful handwriting in Chijin town.

If this diary falls into the hands of the temple of boxing, it will be enough to convict dad of death, not to mention the rebellious and even insane remarks recorded in the diary.

My sister didn't lie

My father is the first one to be possessed. My sister just inherits my father's will.

Gus sighed, rubbed a towel and gently put it on his sister's hot forehead. Then he continued to read it. In his diary, Dad wrote:

"Tiequan calendar, 10235, May 7.

"It's impossible!

"The power of the God of boxing is invincible. There are no demons or monsters who can compete with the iron fist. It's an illusion. This kind of" steam engine "can't output such powerful power!"

"Tiequan calendar, July 2, 10235.

"Today, I once again use the steam engine to output power comparable to that of the deep sea fist. This is the fifth successful experiment in seven days, which means that as long as some scrap metal and enough fuel are available, even an ordinary person with no ability to bind a chicken can blow out the fighting power of comparable martial arts talents who have been working hard for decades.

"If it's true, what's the significance of the martial arts genius's hard work for decades?

"My world has collapsed. Iron fist is the only truth. Is the God of boxing the only real God?

"If the power of machinery and steam is really so useful, if the power of machinery and steam could be popularized on a large scale in our world as early as three or five thousand years ago, would the common people not have to suffer so many years of ravages in the fierce beasts? Would we have become the only spirit of all things and what would our world look like?

"Why did the God of boxing deceive us and not make it clear to the world that the power of machinery and steam is so powerful?"