"sister!"

Gus rushed towards Grey and hugged his sister who was staggering back in his arms.

Grey's face was pale, his breath was rapid, and his back was wet, covered with bloody scars.

Although he is a boxing genius and four chain mechanical crossbows with infinite ammunition, there are many pursuers. Under the blessing of the Fist God, he looks like a crazy tiger and is not afraid of death, and still causes heavy damage to Gray.

The heavy rain had no intention of stopping. The soybean-sized raindrops hit the wound like venom. The wound quickly turned white, trembling like a baby's lips.

"Let's go, let's find a place to hide!"

Gus had never seen his sister suffer such a serious injury and showed a weak side.

After the first murder, some kind of power grew secretly in his heart. He didn't know where he came from, supporting Grey, one step deep and one step shallow, drifting with the flow in the heavy rain and mud.

Finally, before the power was exhausted and burying in a mudslide, I found a relatively dry cave with a relatively high terrain that would not be submerged for the time being.

Deep in the cave, there is a nest paved with branches and weeds, which has been pressed very soft and warm.

This should be the residence of bears and ferocious beasts, but they did not find any signs of bears.

Even if I really find out, I'm not afraid. Gus held the serial mechanical crossbow and thought that I could shoot the bear's head with just one crossbow.

Grey fell into the bear's nest, bit his lips tightly, dumped the things in his backpack, and found the medical potion as he shivered.

Gus asked her to apply medicine and bandage her, and then took two pills internally. She then breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep immediately.

Grey's sleep was very uneasy, and even in his sleep, he still twitched nervously, making sharp roars, like fighting an enemy in a nightmare.

Gus had never encountered such a situation and could not help but ask Lu Qingchen with concern: "Can we survive and arrive in the south and find the 'steam army'?"

The devil spread his hands and said, "I hope so.

Grey woke up once before dawn.

At this time, her whole body was hot, her face flushed unnaturally, and even a wisp of white mist appeared on her forehead.

"Sister, you have a fever."

Gus said in horror, "You are like a torch burning!"

"Um."

With the help of his brother, Grey drank two large bags of water, and then ate two pieces of soaked soaked. After adding animal fat, he took a breath and said, "Ges, listen, there is a secret bag that is sewn to death at the bottom of the backpack. It contains Dad's diary, which records the way to go to the south to find the "steam army". You can take a look now, and then burn your dad's diary and must not fall into the hands of the Fist Temple.

"Remember, if I really can't hold on, you will go to the south alone to find the "Steam Army". They are the only ones who can help you survive and avenge your father. Do you understand?"

"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Gus widened his eyes and said, "I won't leave you alone, you will definitely be able to get through!"

“I mean ‘if’.”

Grey smiled bitterly, "Our enemy is the temple of the boxing god, and even... the original Buddha God. Don't you think it's too optimistic about saying "I can definitely hold on"? Don't worry, I'm fine now. How could those guys who have just graduated from Iron Fist School and entered the boxing gym for a few years have lost my life? But if I meet my uncle, I can't guarantee it.

"Go and check out your dad's diary. That's your responsibility and your power!"

After saying this, my sister fell asleep again.

Gus took a deep breath and used a knife to tear open the dark bag at the bottom of the backpack.

It is a very beautifully-bound notebook with mysterious and complex patterns. Gus has never seen anything like this before. This means that the tools and even machinery required to make notebooks are extremely sophisticated.

When he opened the title page, there was a sentence written on it. Gus's eyes were sharp, and he could tell at a glance that it was his father's handwriting.

Dad trembled and wrote: "Is our world a lie?"

This question made Gus' pupils suddenly shrink and he looked up at the demon beside him.

"Well, is it a lie? It depends on your definition of 'lie'."

Lu Qingchen touched his nose and said lightly, "From a certain perspective, all worlds are a false lie, and the meaning of life is to find and cultivate the only truth among countless lies. Maybe that's it?"

Gus couldn't understand the devil's words.

He continued to read his father's diary.

The diary is written in a very fine brushstroke. Gus has never seen such notes. It is like a flies' head, which can write very small but very clear.

Such handwriting must be written with some extremely thin pen tip and a very smooth ink supply system.

This involves very advanced mechanical processing technology, which is something that the Fist Temple hates deeply.

Anyway, Gus has never seen such fine, clear and beautiful handwriting in Chijin Town.

This diary alone is enough to condemn my father's death sentence, not to mention the rebellious and even crazy remarks recorded in the diary.

My sister didn't lie,

Dad is the first person to be possessed by the devil, and the sister just inherits Dad's will.

Gus sighed, rubbed a towel, and gently put it on his sister's hot forehead. Then he continued to read. In the diary, Dad wrote:

"Iron Fist Calendar 10235, May 7.

“This is impossible!

"The power of the fist god is invincible. There are no monsters, evil spirits, monsters, and monsters. They can compete with the Iron Fist Way. It is a lie. It is all illusion. This 'steam engine' cannot output such powerful power!"

"Iron Fist Calendar 10235, July 2.

"Today, I once again used the 'steam engine' to output power comparable to the 'Deep Sea Fist'. This is the fifth test in seven days. This means that as long as some broken iron and enough fuel, even an ordinary person with no power can blast out a combat power comparable to a martial arts genius who practices for decades.

"If this is true, then what is the significance of the martial arts genius practicing hard for decades?

"My world is collapsed. The way of Iron Fist is really the only truth. Is the Fist God really the only true God?

"If the 'mechanical and steam power' were really so useful, if our world could popularize the 'mechanical and steam power' on a large scale three to five thousand years ago, will the people not have to be ravaged by the ravages of ferocious beasts for so many years? Will we have long been able to become the unique spirit of all things, and what will our world become?
Chapter completed!