"sister!"
Gus rushed towards Gray, just in time to hold his staggering sister in his arms.
Gray's face was pale, her breathing was rapid, and her back was wet with bloody wounds.
Although he was a genius in boxing and had four serial mechanical crossbows with unlimited ammunition, the pursuers were outnumbered, and with the blessing of the boxing god, he looked like a mad tiger and was not afraid of death, but he still caused heavy damage to Gray.
The heavy rain showed no sign of letting up.
Raindrops the size of soybeans hit the wound like venom.
The wound quickly turned white and trembled like a baby's lips.
"Come on, let's find a place to hide!"
Gus had never seen his sister so seriously injured and so weak.
After the first murder, some kind of power secretly grew in his heart.
He didn't know where the power came from, and he supported Gray, one step deep and the other shallow, drifting with the current in the heavy rain and mud.
Finally, before his strength was exhausted and he was killed in a mudslide, he found a relatively dry cave that was relatively high and would not be flooded for the time being.
Deep in the cave, there is a nest covered with branches and weeds, which has been pressed very soft and warm.
This should be the residence of ferocious bears, but they found no sign of bears.
Don’t be afraid even if you find out.
Gus thought as he held the serial mechanical crossbow.
I can blow up the bear’s head with one crossbow.
Gray fell down in the bear's den, biting her lips, emptying the contents of her backpack, and tremblingly found the medical potion.
She asked Gus to help her apply medicine and bandage, and took two pills internally.
Then she breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep soon.
Gray's sleep was very restless.
Even in his sleep, he still twitched nervously and let out sharp roars, as if he was fighting an enemy in a nightmare.
Gus had never encountered such a situation, and he couldn't help asking Lu Qingchen worriedly: "We, can we survive, reach the south, and find the 'Steam Army'?"
The devil spread his hands and said, "I hope so.
Gray woke up once before dawn.
At this time, her whole body was burning hot, her face was unnaturally flushed, and there were even wisps of white mist coming out of her forehead.
"Sister, you have a fever."
Gus said in horror, "You're burning like a torch!"
"Um."
With the help of her younger brother, Gray drank two large bags of water, and ate two pieces of naan bread that had been soaked and mixed with animal fat.
Then she took a breath and said, "Gus, listen There is a secret pocket sewn shut at the bottom of the backpack.
Inside is Dad's diary, which records the method of going to the south to find the 'Steam Army'.
You should read it now, and then burn Dad's diary.
It cannot fall into the hands of the Fist Temple.
"Remember, if I really can't survive it, you have to go south to find the 'Steam Army' alone.
They are the only ones who can help you survive and avenge your father.
Do you understand?"
"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Gus widened his eyes and said, "I won't leave you alone, you can definitely survive this!"
"I said 'if'."
Gray smiled bitterly and said, "Our enemy is the Boxing Temple, or even... the God of Boxing himself.
Don't you think it's too optimistic to say 'I'll definitely survive this'?
Don't worry, I'm fine now.
Those who just left Iron Fist How could a guy who graduated from school and only entered the boxing gym for a few years kill me?
But if I met my uncle, I couldn't guarantee it.
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"Go and read Dad's diary.
That is your responsibility and your right!"
After saying these words, my sister fell asleep again.
Gus took a deep breath and used a knife to tear open the hidden pocket at the bottom of the backpack.
Inside was a very beautifully bound notebook, with mysterious and complicated patterns drawn on it.
Gus had never seen anything like this before, which meant that the tools and even machinery needed to make the notebook were extremely sophisticated.
Opening the title page, there was a sentence written on it.
With sharp eyes, Gus could see at a glance that it was his father's handwriting.
Dad tremblingly wrote: "Is our world a lie?"
This question caused Gus's pupils to shrink suddenly and he looked up at the demon beside him.
"Well, whether it's a lie or not depends on your definition of 'lie'."
Lu Qingchen touched his nose and said calmly, "From a certain perspective, the entire world is a false lie, and the meaning of life is to find and cultivate the only truth among countless lies.
That's probably it. ?”
Gus couldn't understand the demon's words.
He continued to look through his father's diary.
The diary was written with an extremely fine writing style.
Gus had never seen such notes before.
It was like a fly's head, and the words could be written very small but very clearly.
Such handwriting must be written with some kind of extremely fine nib and a very smooth ink supply system.
This involves very advanced mechanical processing technology, which is something that the Boxing Temple hates deeply.
Anyway, Gus had never seen such fine, clear and beautiful handwriting in Chijin Town.
Just this diary, if it falls into the hands of the Boxing Temple, is enough to condemn Dad to death, not to mention the rebellious and even crazy remarks recorded in the diary.
Sister didn’t lie, Dad was the first person to become possessed by the devil, and my sister just inherited his father's legacy.
Gus sighed, kneaded a towel, and gently placed it on his sister's hot forehead before continuing to read.
In the diary, his father wrote: “Tekken Calendar Year 10235, May 7th.
"This is impossible!
"The power of the God of Fist is invincible.
No evil spirit, evil spirit or monster can compete with the way of the Iron Fist.
It is a lie, fake and all illusion.
This kind of 'steam engine' cannot possibly output such a powerful force!"
“Tekken Calendar Year 10235, July 2nd.
"Today, I once again used the 'Steam Engine' to output power comparable to the 'Fist of the Deep Sea'.
This is the fifth time in seven days that the test has been successful.
This means that as long as some scrap metal and enough fuel, even if An ordinary person with no strength can produce a fighting power comparable to that of a martial arts genius who has worked hard for decades.
“If this is true, then what’s the point of decades of hard training for martial arts geniuses?
"My world has collapsed.
The way of the Iron Fist is really the only truth.
Is the God of Fist really the only true god?
"If the 'power of machinery and steam' was really so useful, and if our world could have popularized the power of machinery and steam on a large scale three to five thousand years ago, wouldn't the common people of Li people have to suffer so much from the raging beasts?
After years of ravage, could we have become unique beings of all things?
What will our world look like?
"Why did the God of Boxing deceive us and not tell the world clearly that the power of machinery and steam is so powerful?"