On several occasions, he ran so fast that it felt as if clouds were rising beneath his feet, and he was lifted more than ten feet into the air with each step!
However.
What troubled Jiang Fan the most was that his guess that night seemed to be correct. The world was indeed in the end times. No matter how many environments he changed or how frantically he circulated his meridians, he could not draw spiritual energy from the world to survive. Fortunately, the spiritual energy in his body could circulate and generate on its own, so there would be no embarrassing situation of spiritual energy depletion.
The wooden chest in the main room of the old house
Jiang Fan had been there a few times and had even thought about lying down in it again, dreaming of returning to another world.
After careful consideration, Jiang Fan dismissed the idea that had been getting a little heated in his mind. He couldn't be sure if the other world the wooden box would transport him to would be the world of Mr. Zombie again. If it was, that would be fine, but if not, it would mean facing unknown risks. Jiang Fan hadn't forgotten his first experience of being transported to the burial grounds.
Jiang Fan tested the wooden box with his spiritual power but found nothing unusual. On the surface, it was just a somewhat rotten, old dowry box, nothing special.
but,
in this way?
Jiang Fan didn't tell his parents or his second uncle to take good care of the wooden box, nor did he even move it to a safe and hidden place. For this wooden box, which hadn't been moved for more than ten years, doing nothing was the best way to preserve it.
not to mention,
Who knows if moving its position rashly will affect its ability to travel to other worlds?
So Jiang Fan simply found a slightly worn black tarpaulin and covered the wooden box with it, making this place, which was almost forgotten, even more unremarkable.
Time flies.
The new student registration period in early September is just around the corner.
August is the last rampant roar of summer. Even though there are occasional showers, they do nothing to stop the scorching heat of summer. The sky is clear and the white clouds drift by. However, due to the scorching sun, few people are willing to stand outdoors to enjoy this scenery.
On the provincial highway.
Jiang Fan, who had gone to town to buy some necessities for the start of the school year, rode his electric bike home. If anyone paid attention to Jiang Fan, they would be surprised to find that, despite the sweltering heat, he was completely dry and clean, without a trace of sweat.
"I've already been to several places with lots of trees nearby, but I still haven't found any spiritual energy... I wonder if places like Shennongjia and Kunlun Mountain, which are full of legends, have any spiritual energy left behind."
Jiang Fan circulated his spiritual energy and pondered.
only,
The sudden cries for help from ahead drew Jiang Fan's attention.
"Help! Several children are drowning!!"
"Help! Someone come quick!!!"
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Chapter Twenty-Two: Why Hasn't the Child Come Home Yet?
Anshang Bridge.
The children don't know exactly when the bridge was built, and even some elderly people with pockmarked faces and wrinkles on their brows can't say for sure when. All the children know is that the bridge, which is 62 meters long and 45 meters wide, spans a river called Anshang River.
The wide river ripples with clear water. Every time the Yellow River sluice gates release water like this, the water level of the Anshang River rises significantly, almost covering the entire 45-meter width of the river.
Under the sunlight, the water glistens, and several small fishing boats float on it, creating a unique scene in this plain area.
Further away,
It is a river dam.
The river dam, as wide as the Anshang Bridge, cuts off the seemingly calm but actually turbulent river, ensuring that the water level remains safe no matter how heavy the rain, thus protecting the safety of nearby residents. The Yellow River, which has been raging in Henan for thousands of years without being controlled, has become calmed down by these river dams and the diversion of the river.
Where there is a dam, there is bound to be a reservoir.
Anshang Reservoir is not large in area and, strictly speaking, falls far short of the standard for a reservoir. However, due to the dam holding back the water flow, the water level here is about two meters higher than that of the Anshang River. In addition, it is wider than the river itself, so it has been given the name of a reservoir.
Many of the nearby residents are good swimmers, but apart from those who go fishing in boats, there are very few people to be seen on the calm river.
Although Anshanghe contains the character "An" (安),
But it doesn't put people at ease.
Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Just like the current hot Internet age, all kinds of novel games, animations and TV shows are emerging one after another. While countless children are addicted to the Internet, they are also quietly tied to the home during the long summer vacation. In addition, teachers will reiterate their warnings every year before the holidays, so the phenomenon of children drowning is rare.
However, in the past,
Leaving aside other places, within the 50-mile stretch of the Anshang River alone, there are drowning incidents every year!
Among them were adults and children. Although there were signs prohibiting swimming every so often near the reservoir and river, the adults, who couldn't resist the sweltering heat, and the children, who had nothing to do at home, were all captivated by the shimmering, calm water, which resembled a woman's gentle presence, and they couldn't tear themselves away...
In this world,
There is never absolute fairness.
Most children can play freely at home during summer vacation and enjoy the love and pampering of their parents and elders. When they grow up, this time when they don't have to think about anything but play and study will become a beautiful memory that they will never forget.
However, some children seem to belong to a different era.
Wang Dewen,
Wang Dewu.