Pan Long spent a morning building a new camp.

The new camp is built on a relatively flat hillside, surrounded by solid stones, so there is no need to worry about falling into the feet.

He leaned against the cliff to build the tent. In order to prevent rocks from falling above his head, he also cleaned up the gravel above. Even the entire mountain was cut off by him about two meters high.

Although his body is so heavy that it is burdensome, his strength and hardness are also incredibly strong. The solid rock is like a soft piece of soil under his fist, and a large piece can be smashed with a little effort.

If necessary, he could even spend a few days completely demolishing the entire peak and making it a large open space.

Of course, this is unnecessary.

I cleaned up the cliffs, swept the "beds", set up a tent, and dug a fire pit on the ground, and the campsite was ready.

The terrain here is not very high, the wind is not too strong, and the climate is not cold. However, the terrain is very open, and you can see a very distant place at a glance.

What satisfied Pan Long the most was that you could see a valley in the distance from here.

It was a gap in the mountains. Although it had long been occupied by yellow sand and vegetation, you could still see traces of a fortress. I think many years ago, it should have been an important pass to guard the defense line of this mountain range, separating the desert and forests on both sides.

Naturally, he didn't plan to go to the fortress for archaeology. What he was interested in was whether people from this world would come to archaeology and were just seen by him?

Although he is not interested in what kind of world this is, if he can meet some people in this world, understand some things about this world, and then judge the origin of this world, he can pick up a set of character panels for nothing.

Wouldn't it be beautiful?

After everything was ready, Pan Long started his boring and tedious practice life again.

In addition to eating, sleeping and basic physical exercise every day, I focus on my exercises and refine the power of the earthly evil spirits in my body.

This is water grinding, and it is impossible to be impatient.

Calm days pass quickly, and in a blink of an eye it takes three or four days.

One evening, he was exercising and stretching his muscles at the camp. Suddenly he noticed that smoke was vaguely rising from the ruins of the fortress.

"Water vapor? Earthly evil?"

He stood still and looked carefully for a while, and finally confirmed that it should be smoke from cooking.

This made him very happy.

There is smoke from cooking, which naturally means that there are people. After all, there should be no animals in the world that specializes in ignition and eat cooked food.

He wanted to pass now, but when he looked at the sky, he found that it was probably too late. He could only take a few pieces of wood and pour some water into the fire pit.

When the wet wood encountered flames, a thick black smoke column soon rose and rushed straight into the sky.

This black smoke is still very obvious under the evening sky. As long as someone is looking around, you should be able to see it.

After doing this, Pan Long sat down to rest, but couldn't settle down.

Who is coming over there?

What are they here for?

What kind of world is this?

One by one, a question emerged, like countless cats of various colors holding sports meetings in his heart, chasing and fighting, and meowing.

Strong curiosity drove him and made it difficult for him to rest.

After waiting patiently for a while, he saw that a thick black smoke column also rose from there.

Obviously, the other party saw him and responded.

"Great!" He jumped up and quickly packed up his things. He was about to set off, but he thought about it, but changed direction and headed down the mountain to the desert.

It is not a good idea to rush through the forest at night, and you will lose your way if you are not careful.

In contrast, although the terrain on the desert is soft and once the magic power is exhausted, you will have to return to the rocky area to rest, at least you don’t have to worry about getting lost.

Xiaoqiang's running skills were activated, and he jumped like a flying on the rugged hillside, and the loose sand could not hinder his pace.

When the magic power was about to end, he lay on the stone for a while and after recovering his magic power, he began to continue running wildly.

In this way, when the moon was in the middle of the sky, he finally arrived at the ruins of the fortress.

There seemed to be a large number of people living in the ruins. He saw several places just from the light of the bonfire.

But at this time, Pan Long became careful.

People's hearts are unpredictable, be careful, there will always be no mistakes.

Because he was not careful enough, he had already suffered a big loss and had a lesson that he would never forget for life, but he didn't want to suffer any more!

He packed up all the precious things, then took a good rest, and when the magic power was completely restored, he started sneaking and touched in silently.

On the square of the fortress, a silver-haired woman with a low figure and black horns on both sides of her head was looking at the direction where the smoke pillars rose up on the mountain before, silent.

"Don't look, even the dragon clan can't see much farther in such a dark night." A woman with golden haired haired slightly taller than her and with fox-like sharp ears advised, "You'll know when it's dawn."

"I just care..." the silver-haired woman replied, "No one should live here."

"There are always exceptions in the world. For example, the rat race can even live in the desert by drawing water from the cactus. There are always more water here than the desert. Is there some indigenous people or something? Is it worth wondering?"

The silver-haired woman shook her head, obviously disagreed with her companions' statement.

"Aboriginal people... I wouldn't live on the mountain if I wanted to live. Haven't we asked them before? They themselves didn't know where anyone lives. It's not suitable for ordinary people."

"Maybe he is a martial artist who practices?"

The silver-haired woman raised her eyebrows: "Do you believe this?"

The companion smiled heartily: "Of course I don't believe it."

While talking, a big man wearing a windproof jacket, a black mask, and a single horned man walked over: "Two, it's time to change shifts, it's time for you to rest. Let's leave the next night work to us."

The silver-haired woman looked at him, nodded, turned around and walked to a bonfire with the woman with long pointed ears, opened her sleeping bag and crawled in.

They were obviously old men of outdoor life, and they fell asleep in a short while, and a slight snoring sound came from.

And in this square, there are many sleeping people around several bonfires.

These people are obviously divided into two categories, one is wearing different clothes and has almost no luggage; the other is wearing white robes and carrying a lot of baggage.

It can be seen that they belong to two groups.

In the corner of the square, there were about a dozen camels kneeling. They were all kneeling on the ground, as if half of their legs had been cut off, and they were sleeping. One of the camels had a particularly exaggerated sleep. Not only did they lie on the ground, but their bodies were twisted into an angle that made people suspect that they would have a fracture. I don’t know if their neck would hurt when they woke up.

The tall man wearing a black mask did not care about the camels, but looked at the few people next to another bonfire.

A small blonde man almost stuffed himself into his sleeping bag, and his mouth was still "huh-ha-huh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

A tall man with a head like a snake lizard did not use a sleeping bag, but leaned against a pile of luggage. Even if he fell asleep, he held a black longbow tightly in his hand. He believed that if there was any movement, he would immediately stand up and shoot arrows.

A pink-haired man clumped himself into a ball, with long drooping ears covering his face, unable to see his age, gender and appearance.

In addition to the two people who had just changed shifts to sleep, the six people in their group were the key to this action.

"Oh! I don't know if I can find valuable information... The ancient capital of steel was one of the first places for the outbreak of the psychic disaster. Is there really a clue to solving the psychic infection there? The divinationist from the North Sea... is she really reliable?"

"That's true! I'm just a low-level operator. It's fine to be a meat shield to provide protection for everyone. This kind of brain-based thing for leading the team is not suitable for me at all! What is the "doctor" thinking? Why should I designate me to lead the team?"

He complained in a low voice, even though the mask covered his expression, he could imagine how helpless he was.

On the edge of the square, Pan Long, who had just sneaked in, was staring at the group of people in surprise.
Chapter completed!