"How do you go?" Tang Luo looked at his appointed group of four people to learn from the scriptures.

"Master, we have transportation, as long as the speed is not particularly fast, we can usually catch up."

"Is it a jeep?" Ao Yulie was very interested.

The White Dragon Horse in "The Most Travels" is a jeep that can transform.

"Uh..." Fukuhara Sun Wukong said, "It's an ordinary motorcycle."

As he said that, several people took out their motorcycles, which were actually not ordinary. They were the kind of cars of the rampage race, with each exaggerated shape.

I don't know where they got it.

Above the wilderness, a white giant dog burning with flames was running, with light and steady movements, and its broad back was very steady, with only occasional ups and downs.

Behind were four thunder tribe motorcycles, two of which had flags on them, with the words "Dom the Domination xxx" sounding in the wind.

The four driving people tried to shrink and squint their eyes, and were blown by the strong wind to look like their grandson.

Normally, they wouldn't be like this even if they rush out at a high speed of hundreds of yards.

But the wind in this mission world seems to be poisonous and makes people difficult to adapt.

The motorcycle props are not equipped with corresponding helmets or windscreens, so they can only hold on. The four pairs of eyes are swollen and red, and they cry in the wind.

People who don’t know thought these cowherds were moved and crying when they drove.

With the speed, we advanced for about two hours, and the sky became dimmer and everyone came to the place Ao Yulie said.

This is indeed a settlement—or once a settlement.

Now it is just an abandoned and dilapidated building complex.

All kinds of collapsed buildings, only walls or houses that barely remain intact, were mostly trapped in the yellow sand of the desert.

The city that is about to be swallowed, and the residue of the once civilization can be barely seen, the technology level of the wasteland was not low before.

At least it has a bit of modernity.

However, it is unclear what will happen after the wasteland.

The imperial four-person group of scholars went deep into it and looked for useful clues everywhere.

Tang Luo and the others separated and walked around and took a look.

In some rooms that are barely preserved, some traces of human habitation and white bones can also be seen.

These traces are also very long ago. The bones have reached a place where they will be broken with a slight touch, and they will be rotten.

Some are human bones, and the other is like some kind of small and medium-sized beast.

It is not complete, and it is difficult to tell what it is and whether it can be eaten.

There are many black holes on the ground at the foot, including on the walls that have not completely collapsed in some places.

One by one, the size of a washbasin, some were blocked, and some went down into darkness, and I don’t know where to go.

I don’t know if it’s a nest of something, it’s a bit scary.

"Squeak squeak..."

Tang Luo was looking at the black hole under his feet, and suddenly a sound came from the side.

Turning his head, tilting beside him, a head emerged from the black hole on the wall that had become part of the earth slope.

A black mouse's head was covered with strange red lights. Judging from his head, his body was as big as a domestic cat.

"Squeak squeak!"

The mouse eyes, which were no longer mung bean eyes, stared at Tang Luo, making a threatening sound.

"roar!"

The roaring dog on Tang Luo's shoulder jumped off and let out a beast roar.
Chapter completed!