Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty Eighth Way Home

A self-drawn map is not surprising, but it is a map of the Dark Continent, and its value is immeasurable. Compared with the information recorded in Luo Nian's book, it has the same value ratio.

With just a few paintings, Dong outlined the outline of the Ash Forest.

This does not seem to be exquisite painting skills, but a feeling that can go directly to the structure.

First draw the structure with several strokes, then draw the template with several strokes, and finally fill in the details with several strokes. A corner of the map is drawn like this. Although the details are lacking, it is quite vivid.

From the whole process of Dong's writing to closing, it can be seen that Dong's drawing skills are not even entry-level, but he can draw the map so transparently with just a few strokes.

This is because his divine characters are at the master level.

The more proficient the word of God, the more powerful the mastery of the "frame" will be.

In itself, the birth of the god character is a technique to build the structure first, and then fill in the details.

If the level of the construction structure is too weak, no matter how strong the ability to fill in the details is, the income ratio of the god character will be lower than the level line.

After drawing the Ash Forest, Dong raised his head and stared silently into the distance.

It was quiet, silent, and lifeless all around.

Suddenly, Dong sighed and said to himself, "It's another dead end."

As he spoke, he put away the black pen, took out a red pen, and drew a circle in the ashen forest, then put it all away, turned around, and left this place.

There are too many places that humans cannot go to, and there are countless dark continents.

No one can go to the deepest part of the sea, so no one can travel all over the dark continent.

It is inevitable that there will be a dead end, because human beings are not gods, there will always be things that cannot be done, and there will always be things that cannot be adapted.

Just as, the magma wave in the underground world and the world tree where countless door gods stand are places that Dong can only look at from a distance but cannot set foot in. This is the same for Luo, who is also a human being.

There are many places you can go, and there are places you can't go.

If there is a way, no one will be impatient and want to find out.

But,

The more places I've been to, the more I realize the insignificance of being human.

The withered and yellow leaves fell to the ground and disappeared in the deep soil. In the coming year, a small grass will be born in the sun.

So, every inch of your feet, every mile of time, there will always be a time to return home.

The sun is setting, dusk is approaching.

There are people coming and going on the street, and some garbage is scattered on the ground, trampled by pairs of feet.

The sound of yelling spread from the street to the end of the street, and the sewage flowed into the sewer along the drain on the side of the street. Beside the erected iron pole, there were broken lunch boxes and empty drink cans stuck.

A dirty kitten came to the edge of the drain, lowered its head to add more sewage, and suddenly made a noise, causing its hair to explode. It jumped into the alley quickly and disappeared.

The place where the sound came from was a food stall. It was not very eye-catching in this street with poor sanitation, but the business was good. The dozen or so tables and chairs were almost full of people.

There is no trash can under the tables and chairs, so you can see a lot of trash such as paper cigarette boxes at a glance.

"Boss, the TV is broken again."

In front of the table and chairs, there is an antenna TV.

A middle-aged man with a slightly drunken face pressed one hand on the buttocks of the TV, and yelled at the boss who was cooking in the dining car.

The sound that scared the kitten just now was made by the middle-aged man beating the TV.

In the dining car, the boss didn't raise his head, and said in a rough voice, "It's not broken, give it a few more shots."

"Oh, I understand." The middle-aged man touched the palm of his hand, as if he wanted to slap a woman's butt, and hit the TV butt twice in a row.

The TV vibrated, and the snowflakes on the screen were still there, making an ear-piercing sound.

The middle-aged man frowned, and then again, but there was no improvement.

"Get out of the way, I still have to do this job." A shirtless young man got up and came to the TV, spit a few mouthfuls and the middle-aged man hurriedly stepped back.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, the young man slowly raised his right hand, with a pilgrimage expression on his face, as if he was praying.

Snapped!

A palm fell without warning.

A picture suddenly jumped out of the TV screen, and a smug smile appeared on the young man's face.

This hot TV must be controlled by a young and strong believer like him.

"Good job!"

In an instant, applause resounded throughout the street.

The owner of the food stall turned a deaf ear and concentrated on frying hot dishes.

The TV picture came out, but the sound was gone.

"Why is there no sound?" The slightly drunk middle-aged man asked strangely.

The young man was also wondering, when he saw a line falling on the ground, he glanced at him, and said, "Damn you beat the sound line."

As he said that, the young man picked up a plug wire that had fallen on the ground, and carefully inserted it into the buttocks of the TV.

After a while, the voice came out.

"Now I'll break in a piece of local news for you. The congregants of the parish of Yolu City knelt down on the street. It is reported that twenty minutes ago, the sky above the parish was covered by a shadow, which lasted for about ten seconds. "

"When the congregation saw the vision close in front of them, they were terrified, so they spontaneously went to the street to confess."

"At present, it is not clear why the shadow is formed. Next, please transfer to the live interview with our reporter."

The TV screen changed, and a beautiful female reporter with a microphone stood in front of the camera, and there were many people kneeling on the street behind her.

Beside the female reporter, stood a young man with an excited expression, his hands were hanging down, moving around, showing the owner's emotions.

"Hello, as a witness, what kind of shadow did you see?" The female reporter handed the microphone in front of the boy.

"I saw it, the whole sky turned black, and I know what it is." The boy's face was flushed, and he shouted excitedly: "It's a UFO! I swear, it's definitely a UFO!"

"thanks for your cooperation."

The female reporter smiled and took away the microphone, walked to the side, and the camera turned very cooperatively.

"Trust me, it's really a UFO!"

The boy's voice came in from outside the camera, and within a few seconds, there was no sound.

The female reporter took a few steps, and an old man with a telescope came up to him. Out of professional habits, she came to the old man and started a new on-site interview.

"You've found the right person. I was watching the stars from the top of the mountain at that time, and I happened to see them clearly." The old man's Mimi eyes opened a crack, and there was a slight smell of alcohol in his breath.

The female reporter was taken aback, and hurriedly asked the following.

The audience in front of the TV also waited with bated breath.

The old man shook the binoculars in his hand and said excitedly: "With my eyesight and this professional equipment, I can see the true face of the shadow clearly. It is a huge, huge bird!"

"Also, there is a man standing on top of that bird!"

The old man may feel that the description is not in place, so he compared several actions.

The female reporter glanced at the old man's small eyes, then at the binoculars whose appearance did not match the word "professional", smiled politely at the old man, and said, "I feel your cooperation."

The camera moved again to capture the next interviewer.

After several interviews, there are different opinions. Some people say that it is related to the climate, and some people say that it is a miracle...

The audience gathered in front of the TV couldn't help discussing.

Based on the experience of local journalists, this matter can only be used as an after-dinner talk, and the excitement will pass after a few days.

However, two days later, a video shot on the spot was thrown on the Internet, and after several fermentations, it actually became popular.

In less than a week, many people flocked to Yolu, an ordinary small city near the sea.