Zheng Yi watched the whole process of making spiritual armor in Lao Wei's workshop.

I have to say that this is a boring process. I can't see what methods Lao Wei used, nor can I feel the happiness brought by metal changes. Perhaps others feel the same when they see him treating him, so the protagonist of the "doctor" in the novel often becomes a strange magician, specializing in output to fight monsters.

That would be really unstylish.

Zheng Yi recalled the process just now and found that the only sound and light special effect was when extracting evil spirits. The black and purple light was drawn out from the plate armor and then threw it into the furnace. A gust of cold wind blew in the sealed basement, and there was a faint sound of evil spirits screaming and howling.

Then it's gone.

Perhaps because the light emitted by the casting sequence is too similar to the flame, their spirits are the fiery red tone.

"Okay." Lao Wei used his skills to cool down the belt that emitted dark red light and restored to bright silver.

Zheng Yi changed into a new belt and didn't feel special. Because Ajiu had been waiting on it for a long time, he didn't delay much. He wrapped a very ordinary black nylon cloak and went upstairs and got into the truck's container.

Old Wei watched Zheng Yi get on the car.

"I will let you know if there is news." Zheng Yi leaned at the door of the car and waved goodbye to Old Wei.

Zheng Yi embarked on the road to finding the memories of his ex-girl. If there is anything that can help Lulu, except for a secret organization with unknown survival, there is only the memories of Miss Sequence 2.

Old Wei nodded slowly with the only glimmer of hope.

In the morning light, the truck started and galloped out of the city.

The lights were on in the container of the large truck, which was the only light source for the fully enclosed container. He saw three iron boxes inside, which were the same size, one meter in length, width and height. When he opened the box, there were gold bricks stacked without gaps inside.

Zheng Yi only took a look and then covered the lid. He is now immune to gold. After all, this thing is at the same price as water in the place of origin. If you carefully calculate the calculations, Zheng Yi will definitely lose more than using barbecue to exchange gold for gold. But as a powerful person who wanders around the world, will he care about this little thing with others?

A cubic cube of gold weighed nearly twenty tons, and Lao Wei prepared three boxes, nearly sixty tons. No wonder he could only deliver it by a large truck.

Zheng Yi is very glad that he has a belt, so as long as he gets it, he will not have to be dragged down by these vulgar metals.

Ajiu roughly guessed who the person in the car was. However, in order to avoid being "soul-questioned" or hypnosis, he could not confirm Zheng Yi's identity, and could only carry it as a guest who was unwilling to disclose his identity. After traveling twenty kilometers away from the furnace market, Ajiu could not see any creatures or metal objects from the radar and stopped slowly.

Zheng Yi got out of the car in a black nylon cloak, took out the jogbird, and galloped away. He honked the horn three times to express his farewell.

The truck whistled back and wished him a good journey.

Zheng Yi galloped northeast along the looming sand road. This is the closest path to the east that the furnace market can give. Only by climbing the geographical ladder can Zheng Yi find the Munch who posted small advertisements. Only by finding Munch can he find where the address left by the young lady is.

Three hundred years ago, when the young lady left the shelter number, she probably didn't expect that her successor could not even find a coordinate. Even as the furnace market in the center of the region, there was no latitude and longitude coordinate of these shelters.

This casts a layer of haze on Zheng Yi's heart. If Monk cannot find the coordinates, or these shelters have been abandoned for three hundred years, where can he go to inherit his precious spiritual heritage?

What is more likely than this is that the shelter is still there, and the container for the young lady to store her memories is no longer there.

After all, in three hundred years, even the demigods of Sequence 4 have become bones.

However, Zheng Yi soon stopped worrying.

After running in the desert for three hours, he came to the edge of a canyon. According to the map given to him by Lao Wei, there should be a land bridge connecting both sides. However, this news was obviously not updated in time. Zheng Yi only saw the residues of the land bridge, which was about 30 meters away.

As soon as I took the first step, I was blocked by the natural barrier.

Zheng Yi walked to the top of the broken bridge. Although the distance was only thirty meters, the height difference was thirty meters. Even if he had been playing special stunts since he was a child, he had to kneel here. He stood above the canyon with his hips, looking downwards, and there was no bridge path left and right.

Just as Zheng Yi was considering returning to the furnace market to build a super-long ladder, a buzzing sound came from a distance.

A plane flew from the east.

Zheng Yi was stunned:

This is really an old-fashioned propeller plane with double-decker wings, as if it is traveling through a historical documentary, and there are actually pilots on it.

According to the technology of this world, buying a motorcycle with wings is more reliable than this kind of aircraft!

The plane circled over Zheng Yi's head and pressed his wings downwards. The pilot shouted with a loudspeaker:

"One hundred yuan ferry fee!"

Zheng Yi has seen a black car, and for the first time he saw a black plane... the pilot even held a horn and quoted someone with a quote.

"I will pay with special water." Zheng Yi shouted at the top of his throat.

The pilot swayed the wings left and right, and circled again.

Zheng Yi was puzzled: After passing this hurdle, will the extra-grade water be unattractive?

The plane turned around and came back, and the pilot shouted with a horn:

"Take your motorcycle away and take up my track!"

Zheng Yi really didn't notice the "runway" and hurried over and moved away from the motorcycle.

The pilot finally landed smoothly.

Zheng Yi observed this old biplane nearby and found that he was a little arbitrary just now. The wings and fuselage of this aircraft are made of special plastic, light and tough, and his technical level can definitely surpass the early aluminum-leather aircraft.

"What payment did you just say?" The pilot jumped out of the cockpit with his hands.

Zheng Yi found out that he was wearing a standard motorcycle rider suit. This suit brought him a lot of convenience and enjoyment, but now he has upgraded.

But the pilot doesn't think so.

In the eyes of the pilot, this messenger was a bit bad. It can be seen that he had been modified while riding a classic roboat. Except for the high-end tires, everything else was cheap. No matter how poor other messengers were, they would still get a set of knight suits. The one in front of him could not even afford to wear a knight suit. She was wrapped in a cloak for coolie to cover her shame, and it seemed...

armor?!

The pilot instantly took out his gun and pointed at Zheng Yi: "I advise you to be smarter."

Zheng Yi was wearing a heart shield, aura shield, a holy shield, and five layers of armor. Would he be afraid of a pistol?

He said calmly: "I just want to go over."

Seeing that Zheng Yi was so open-minded, the pilot also eliminated the hostility, put away the gun and said:
Chapter completed!