Ark of the Immortal

The boatman stretched out his hand tremblingly, but failed to accurately catch the Longmen Coin Roll that was thrown to the ground in mid-air.

Instead, he waited until the roll of Longmen coins rolled on the boat for a while before he caught it in his hand.

Go on, sail the boat.

Yes! Thank you, sir!

The boatman was still a little frightened, but after seeing the Longmen coins, his nervousness became less intense, so he grabbed the oar again and continued to sail.

The oars hit the calm water, and the water splashes turned into ripples and spread outward. The undead man stared at the circles of waves and closed his eyes slightly.

Chen glanced at the undead man again, and then she retracted her hand from the hilt of the long sword at her waist.

Did you just fall asleep?

Wengstein did not dare to change his position, so he could only sit in the middle of the boat and reached out to touch the undead man's shoulder.

Um.

The undead man nodded slightly. He closed his eyes and was still thinking about the scene he just saw.

If this matter were to happen to ordinary people, it would be nothing more than a trivial matter, just a sleep or a dream.

But when it comes to an undead person, it's absolutely extraordinary.

The undead, who do not need to rest and do not know what sleep is, have long been far away from the meaningless and illusory place of dreamland.

Those who chase flames can only glimpse the corners of dreams in flames and death.

In the distant past, sleep was connected with the death of the undead. Only the undead who lost their spiritual support and began to turn into living corpses would have symptoms of sleep.

Once the undead begins to sleep and dream, it means that he is approaching his limit.

But he unexpectedly fell into a dream without realizing it, and saw a battle scene that always felt very familiar to him.

But today's undead are no longer tortured by that curse. Even though I still have the trouble of not being human enough. But with the steady spirit of the First Fire, the immortal spirit will never tire.

Although the scenes in those dreams have gradually become blurred, the immortals can be sure that the dreams are definitely not simple.

Someone put me to sleep.

The undead man exhaled the breath he had just taken in, holding it in his chest for a long time before spitting it out, which allowed him to stabilize his mind a little.

Um...

Onstein frowned, then relaxed.

What were you dreaming about?

Hunting the gods.

The undead man opened his eyes and looked at Onstein next to him through his helmet.

Onstein nodded quickly and looked away.

I remember that the undead can't dream? Even falling asleep is rare.

Those who are asleep are not dead, they are almost dead.

While chatting with Onstein, the undead man kept looking through his memory, trying to find the corresponding scene.

But I can't restore even the slightest bit of familiar scenes.

Hunting gods is too familiar to me. But I can't remember when that was.

What puzzles the undead is the familiarity. It's like I have experienced it myself, but I can't find any clues.

It's just like...

Just like how he felt in Victoria, he had forgotten many precious things, and he couldn't find any memory fragments.

When did that happen?

I slept for how long?

the immortal asked Onstein.

I didn't pay attention. I saw that you hadn't moved, so I didn't care about you. I don't know when you fell asleep.

Wenstein shook his head. He really didn't pay attention to the state of the undead.

But Chen next to him gave the answer.

About five minutes.

Chen appropriately intervened in the conversation between the two, she said.

This is the somatosensory time, which is roughly the same. It takes about five minutes from when your left hand relaxes to when you wake up.

The undead man and Wenstein looked at Chen at the same time, but Chen continued without any change in expression.

This is a technique for interrogating prisoners. Pay attention to see if they have any subconscious actions, distinguish whether they are telling the truth or lies, and also see what their current state of mind is.

Chen clenched his fists and unclenched them to relax his tense mood.

I thought you were sick and almost pulled out a knife on you.

Thankfully you didn't draw the knife, otherwise it would be doubtful whether you could speak now.

Onstein interrupted and poked Chen's hair with his finger.

Chen did not evade, and she also knew that what Onstein said was right. But people always have to be vigilant and cannot sit still and wait for death.

The undead man shifted his sight outside the cabin.

The snowflakes fell vertically from the sky. It was a windless day. The snowflakes fell on the river that had not solidified into ice, and they could not even create waves.

On both sides of the waterway, there are mountains rising one after another, and on the top of the mountain, there are accumulated snowflakes, like a white-haired old man sitting motionless on the ground.

In the distance is the river with a wide view, reaching as far as the eye can see.

This is the second day after leaving Longmen.

At the end of the first day, they arrived at the big river and spent a lot of money to find a skilled boatman who was willing to ferry Wenstein across the river.

And their trip to Shu has not yet begun. According to the boatman, they only set foot on the Shu Road after disembarking from the boat.

The ship has an Originium power system, but when civilian ships encounter such rivers of varying depths, they have to rely on human manual operation assistance to ensure foolproofness.

There are no special decorations on the ship, but it is good to hide from the rain and lean by the stove to watch the terminal.

There is even a charging port for charging the terminal, as well as a refrigerator for storing food and a heating furnace for heating food.

From this point of view, it is not too expensive to charge them two thousand Longmen coins each for sailing this boat for a day.

By the way, Onstein gave double.

Boatman, we still have it, how long?

The immortal man turned around and asked the boatman.

After the boatman's initial panic, he was blown by the cold wind for a while, and finally calmed down.

Sir, it takes about a whole day to get from the port of Longmen to the edge of Shu Road. We have already walked more than half of it. Today Feng'er also gave me a favor and went faster. I guess we will have to work hard next. You sit there for two or three hours.

Fortunately, the wind was in the right direction, and the boat speed was faster, which actually saved a few hours of travel.

good.

The immortal nodded and said nothing.

However, this time he never relaxed his spirit.

Who pulled me into a dream? And who conveyed these images to himself in dreams?

Dayan seems a little interesting.

On the top of the mountain shrouded in mist, a beauty with long blue hair opened her eyes slightly.

He used his slender arms to support his body and sat up from the table, even pushing away the papers he had piled aside.

I haven't dreamed about these things for a long, long time.

She lowered her clear eyes and looked down at the two wine glasses in front of her.

One of the wine glasses was empty, and she must have drank it freely.

The overflowing wine in the other wine glass was not drank by the guests he invited.

She was dreaming on her own, using her instincts to invite the world into her dream, but she never thought that an incredible being would come to her.

Is it him? How could...

She murmured, then took the wine gourd placed aside, casually raised her neck as proud as a swan, and poured the wine gourd into her mouth.

But after waiting for a breath, it was just a drop of wine that faded out of the bird and fell down the mouth of the gourd onto the tongue, which was not pleasant at all.

Frowning slightly, the blue-haired beauty had to put down the wine gourd.

She was unconsciously attracted by the aroma of wine in the cup.

The untouched wine glass was filled with a glass of cool wine.

The fragrance of wine entered her nose, and the beauty couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

She was a little worried. Was it inappropriate to drink the wine given to the guests?

But when I think about it carefully, I see that he has no intention of drinking, so if I drink this wine, I can save food.

So, the beauty who put down the burden in her heart picked up the wine glass and drank it down without paying attention to the reflection of the flame that condensed in the wine.

The moment the drink entered her throat, she suddenly opened her clear blue-purple eyes.

A burning sensation rose from under her feet, and in her eyes, she seemed to see a sword blade twisted into a spiral structure flashing bright light in front of her eyes.

Unconsciously, the wine glass dropped from her hand, and she supported the table next to her to steady herself.

It was as if there were flames crawling up from the heels to the whole body, lashing every inch of skin. Such pain made the blue-haired beauty grit her teeth and hold on for a few seconds after drinking the drink.

Until the illusory flames and the alcohol dissipated, she gasped for air and looked at the wine glass rolling on the ground with some fear.

It's him...it must be him...

However, the words coming out of her mouth were different from the look in her eyes, full of joy and luck.

After a while, she straightened her slightly messy clothes, put the wine gourd on her shoulders, and walked out of the pavilion on the top of Cangshan Mountain.

No matter what, let’s get some drinks first!

Of course, it would be great if you could meet one or two old friends.

265. Firecrackers? Flame kettle!

On the border of Shang Shu, next to one of the ports of the river.

Wenstein moved his body carefully, fearing that the boat would accidentally capsize.

Finally, taking the hand extended by the undead man, he walked to the trestle and turned back to thank the boatman.

The boatman also waved his hands and bowed before starting to clean the cabin.

The boat fare had already been paid when we were about to arrive at the port. After this trip, the three people gave a total of 10,000 Longmen coins. The immortal and Chen each gave 2,000, and Wengstein 4,000. The immortal also gave the boatman a 2,000 tip. .

Although the idea of ​​tipping is frowned upon in Great Yan, the undead person in the middle almost frightened the boatman, and it can be regarded as a mental damage fee.

The boatman didn't say a word. He drove the boat for a day and a night, and his hands were always very steady. He was very dedicated, and the 2,000 yuan was worth it.

After everyone came to the shore, many people stared at Wenstein and the undead man.

Chen's appearance, and the clothes she was wearing, looked normal. However, the undead armor and Onstein's big size obviously did not fit in with the people around him, so it was normal for him to be stared at.

When the three of them took the customs clearance documents and arrived at the place of exit, the immortals and the others finally understood why Wei Yanwu insisted on letting Chen Lai lead them around the Yan Kingdom.

Former leader of the Longmen Inspection Team, senior superintendent of the Longmen Guards Bureau?

The prosecutor sitting next to the customs clearance port was a Luper. He looked up at Chen with some surprise, then looked down at the customs clearance document in her hand, and looked at Chen suspiciously for a while.

Do you need me to show you my police ID?

As Chen said, he planned to take out his police officer ID card from his bag.

The prosecutor quickly waved his hand and just read the customs clearance document back and forth several times, and then repeatedly confirmed that the Chen in the photo was the same person as the Chen he saw now.

No one can forge the customs clearance document. Although it looks like a letter used hundreds of years ago, anyone can draw certificates and write on it. But it has been improved a long time ago.

The prosecutor brought a small machine from the side and placed the customs clearance document on the sensing area for a moment.