The blonde young man who pushed open the door of the tavern and carried a half-person-high dark green mountaineering backpack with some freckles still on his face, first saw the man sitting on the bar, placing his feet on his chair, bowing his arms on his legs, drinking on his own.

When his eyes turned to the people lying on the ground, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Zhu Jue saw this scene and his eyes were on the young man and his backpack behind him for a while, put down the bottle and said, "They are looking for you, right?"

“…the guy from the weird studio?”

The young man did not rush to answer Zhu Jue's question, took off his backpack and put it at the door of the tavern, and asked back.

"Yes, it seems you are the one who asked me to come here."

Take out the photo from your backpack, which is a way to prove your identity. Zhu Jue continued,

"You haven't answered me yet, are these people coming to you?"

"Yes, I think it must be that I was discovered by these bounty hunters while searching for this transportation rental store... My name is Flo, thank you for helping me... I think we have to leave here quickly. In a short while, more bounty hunters will come. The detailed situation is on the way."

Flo stepped over the corpses on the ground and approached the bar, and his face was not filled with fear or panic due to seeing these corpses.

He was very calm in the face of death.

This made Zhu Jue feel a little curious about this young man who seemed a few years younger than him, but he didn't say much.

Now is not the time to chat.

"My name is Bruce Wayne, where are we going?"

Zhu Jue naturally would not tell the other person the real name, drink the last sip of wine in the bottle and report the name of a rich second generation.

Jumped off the bar and stepped on the ground to feel a light feeling. Then I drank a bottle of strong wine, and Zhujue fell in love with this slightly drunk feeling.

"Swater Valley is the large valley behind this rental store. Our destination is in it. If you want to get to your destination as soon as possible, you must need transportation tools. This is why I asked you to come here."

Flo went around the bar, fumbled through the middle-aged man for a while, and soon found a bunch of keys, got up, pointed to the mechanical door that had not yet been closed and said.

Actions are organized and planned.

Zhu Jue looked at his actions and couldn't help but have such thoughts.

Behind the tavern is the real transportation rental store, an open-air horse farm with an area of ​​about 200 square meters. The neighing sounds of horses that Zhu Jue heard before came from here.

There are more than a dozen stables separated by mechanical fences and wooden boards on the left and right sides, and only one-third of the stables have horses.

Unexpectedly, in such a place, you can still see such retro transportation tools that can be rented. Zhu Jue smacked his lips. He thought that the role this creature could play in this era was to participate in those ornamental equestrian competitions.

However, there is still a little difference between the horses here and Zhu Jue. The upper body of the horses in the stables is flesh and blood, but their four legs have been transformed into silver-gray mechanical legs, and they seem to have no feeling and act as usual.

"Most areas of the Swater area are cultivated land and plains, which are not suitable for motorcycles or cars. The valleys we are going to have are undeveloped. The terrain is varied, and many places are inconvenient to drive and walking is too time-consuming. Horse riding is the best choice, and we may need their help in the future... Don't worry, these horses are professionally trained, and even if you are a novice, you can drive them as long as you get a little familiar."

He was using the numbered key to open the corresponding iron lock, and explained Flo, who was pulling out the horse inside, and threw the keychain in his hand to Zhu Jue again. Seeing him staring at the horse in a daze, he thought he was worried because he had never rode a horse.

Zhu Jue took the key, curled his lips, disagreed with Flo's words.

Do you want to tell you if I have ridden Baiyaki?

They each packed their luggage and the two officially set off from the tavern.

As it turns out, Flow is right.

Whether you can ride a horse has nothing to do with whether you have ridden other things before.

Zhu Jue, a beginner, had been on the horse's back for more than ten minutes before he could barely master some tricks, and at this time their location had already deviated from the road where the tavern was.

The mechanical horse hooves stepped on the white mud blocks under the sunlight, and the dense weeds rubbed their legs and retreated. Zhu Jue looked at the fields on all sides and the valley covered with prosperous jungles further away. A warm wind blew from the side, rolling up some green grass leaves and flying past in front of Zhu Jue's eyes, circling up to the sky.

“Good place!”

Zhu Jue bent down and picked up the wine bottle hanging on the left side of the horse. This was the drink that he had taken out "spoken" in the tavern before. It was very appropriate to drink it at this time.

Flo next to him seemed to be immersed in this comfortable environment. Zhu Jue glanced several times and found that his eyes were almost greedily scanning every place around, as if trying to keep these beautiful scenery in his eyes forever.

The two of them walked forward in silence for a while. Zhu Jue's eyes accidentally saw the blue birds hovering in the sky, and then they remembered that they were not here for an outing.

"Mr. Bruce, are you shooting now?"

Before Zhu Jue could speak, Fro said first.

"Of course, this is my habit after the mission begins. If you don't want to appear on the camera, I can turn off the camera and the previous image will also be deleted."

During the video shooting, Zhu Jue respected the other party's wishes. He forgot to ask before, but now that the other party has taken the initiative to ask this question, Zhu Jue thought it was Flo who didn't want to show his face, so he was ready to stop recording.

"No, I hope you can take all my next words into it... It's better to ask me. Now my thoughts are a little confused and I think a lot, but I don't know where to start."

Flo turned his head and faced Zhu Jue, exposing all his face to the camera, and even pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a dry smile.

In fact, Zhu Jue, who was behind the sunglasses, did not feel any joy from Flo's face, but found a trace of imperceptible determination.

"What exactly is on that parchment?"

Since Zhu Jue asked the question, he did not refuse and asked about it first from what he was more interested in.

"This is the item my friend gave me before he died. According to what he said was an altar of a cult. He died before he could tell me about the specific content... He was killed by a cultist. This parchment is his last work. I carried it closely to allow me to remember what happened at any time and anywhere."

Flo took out a parchment paper from the lining of the clothes that was exactly the same as in the photo and handed it to Zhu Jue. Perhaps because the coat was pressed by the backpack behind him, he stretched his sleeves up for a distance when he reached out.

Zhu Jue's eyes, who raised his hand to take the parchment, fell on the inside of Flo's arm, which had dense scars that stretched back from his wrist. The flesh on the scabbed parts of the wounds that were slightly pink, obviously it had just healed.

Suicide or self-harm tendency is a recent behavior.

Zhu Jue quickly withdrew his gaze, instead of asking him the reason, he spread out the parchment paper, looked at the familiar image on it, and then asked, "Why did you ask me to come here?"

"Expose a cult's despicable behavior! Those demons... they deserve to die!"

When talking about the cult, Flo's originally calm eyes uncontrollably emerged with various complex emotions, and said in a deep voice,

"I am just a person in a slum. The Federal Police Department doesn't believe me, let alone believe that there is a desperate horror hidden in this valley hundreds of kilometers away. I can only turn to you."

"Cult?"

Zhu Jue suddenly became interested when he heard this, but he asked with some confusion.

"You also said that the place you live in is hundreds of kilometers away from here. How do you know its existence?"

"Because I ran out of here three years ago."
Chapter completed!