Food Hunter

A self-drawn map is not surprising, but it is a map of the Dark Continent, and its value is immeasurable. Compared with the information recorded in Luo Nian's book, it has the same value.

Dong's few paintings have outlined the outline of the Ash Forest.

This doesn't seem to be a superb painting technique, but a sense of direct access to the structure.

First draw the structure with a few strokes, then draw the template with a few strokes, and finally still use a few strokes to fill in the details. The corner of the map is drawn in this way. Although the details are lacking, it is quite vivid.

From Dong's drawing to the end of the process, it can be seen that Dong's painting skills are not even entry-level, but he can draw the map so brightly in a few strokes.

This is because his divine character is a master.

The more proficient in the word of God, the better the mastery of "framework".

In itself, the birth of the word of God is a technique to build a structure first, and then fill in the details.

If the level of constructing the structure is too weak, even if the skill of filling in the details is strong, the profit ratio of the **** character will be lower than the horizontal line.

After drawing the ash forest, Dong raised his head and stared into the distance in silence.

The surroundings are quiet, silent, and lifeless.

Suddenly, I only heard Dong sigh and muttered to himself: "It's another dead end."

He said, put away the black pen, took out a red pen, and drew a circle in the ash forest, then put them all away, turned aside, and left the place.

There are too many places that humans cannot go, and the Dark Continent is even more numerous.

No one can go to the deepest part of the sea, so no one can walk across the entire dark continent.

It is inevitable that there will be dead ends, because human beings are not gods, there will always be things that cannot be done, and there will always be places where they cannot adapt.

Just as the magma wave in the underground world, the world tree with countless door gods, are all places that the East can only see from afar and cannot step into it. This is the same for Luo, who is also a human.

There are many places that can be set foot in, and there will be places that cannot be set foot in.

If there is a way, no one can stand it and want to find out.

However, the more places I have been, the more I can realize the insignificance of being a human being.

The withered yellow leaves fell to the ground, and there was no trace in the deep buried soil. In the coming year, a grass will grow up to welcome the sun.

As a result, there is always an inch of time and a glimpse of time, there will always be a time to return.

As the sun sets, dusk is just before us.

There were people coming and going on the street, and some **** was scattered on the ground, which was stepped on by a pair of feet.

The sound of shouting spread from the street to the end of the street, and the sewage flowed into the sewer along the drain on the side of the street. Next to the erected iron rod, there were broken lunch boxes and empty beverage cans stuck.

A dirty kitten came to the side of the drain, lowered its head and added some sewage. With a sudden noise, its hair exploded, and it made a vertical leap, quickly rushing into the lane, and disappeared.

The place where the sound came from was a food stall, which was not very prominent in this poor sanitary street, but the business was good, with a dozen tables and chairs almost full of people.

There are no trash bins under the tables and chairs, so you can see a lot of garbage such as paper cigarette boxes at a glance.

"Boss, the TV is broken again."

There is an antenna TV directly in front of the tables and chairs.

A middle-aged man with a hint of alcohol on his face pressed one hand on the bottom of the TV and yelled at the boss who was cooking in the dining car.

The sound that scared the kitten just now was made by the middle-aged man tapping on the TV.

In the dining car, the boss didn't raise his head, his voice was slightly thick, and said: "It's not broken, take a few more shots."

"Oh, I understand." The middle-aged man touched the palm of his hand, as if he was about to slap a woman's ass, and rushed towards the TV **** for two consecutive blows.

The TV vibrated, and the snowflakes on the screen remained, making a sound of diaphragmatic ears.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and made another look, but there was no improvement.

"Get out of the way, I still have to do this job." A shirtless young man got up and came to the TV. A few spits made the middle-aged man hurried back a few steps.

Under the gaze of everyone's expectations, the young man slowly raised his right hand, with a pilgrimage look on his face, as if praying.

Snapped!

A palm fell without warning.

A picture suddenly jumped out of the TV screen, and a smug smile appeared on the young man's face.

This hot TV has to be controlled by young and strong believers like him.

"Good job!"

Suddenly, applause resounded across the street.

The stall owner turned a deaf ear and focused on cooking hot dishes.

The TV picture is coming out, but the sound is gone.

"Why is it silent?" the slightly drunken middle-aged man asked strangely.

The young man was also surprised, and then saw a line falling on the ground, took a look at him, and said, "You slapped the sound line."

With that said, the young man picked up a plug cord that fell to the ground and sent it carefully into the TV butt.

After a while, the voice came out.

"Now I will broadcast a local news for you. The congregants of the diocese of Yolu city knelt down on the street. It is reported that 20 minutes ago, the sky over the diocese was obscured by a shadow, which lasted about ten seconds. "

"The congregation was terrified when they saw the vision in front of them, so they took to the streets to confess spontaneously."

"At present, it is not clear why the shadows are formed. Next, please transfer to our reporter's live interview."

As the TV screen turned, a beautiful female reporter holding a microphone stood in front of the camera, and many people were kneeling on the street behind her.

Beside the female reporter, stood an excited young man with his hands hanging down and moving, showing the emotions of the master.

"Hello, as a witness, what was the shadow you saw at that time?" The female reporter handed the microphone to the boy.

"I saw it, the whole sky turned black, I know what it was." The boy's face flushed red, and he roared excitedly: "It's a UFO! I swear, it's definitely a UFO!"

"thanks for your cooperation."

The female reporter smiled and took away the microphone, and walked to one side, the camera turned very cooperatively.

"Trust me, it's really a UFO!"

The boy's voice came in from outside the camera, and there was no sound in a few seconds.

The female reporter walked a few steps, and an old man with a telescope came to her head. Out of professional habit, she came to the old man and started a new live interview.

"Find the right person, I was looking at the stars from the top of the mountain, and it just happened to be clear." The old man's Mimi opened her eyes, and there was a slight smell of wine in her breath.

The female reporter was shocked and hurriedly asked about the following.

The audience in front of the TV also waited with bated breath.

The old man shook the telescope in his hand and said excitedly: "With my eyesight and with this professional equipment, I can see the true face of the shadow. It is a super large and super large bird!"

"And ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there are people standing on the bird's head!"

The old man may feel that the description is not in place, compared to several actions.

The female reporter glanced at the old man's small eyes, then glanced at the binoculars whose appearance was completely incompatible with the word professional, and gave the old man a polite smile and said, "I feel your cooperation."

The camera moved again to capture the next interviewer.

After several consecutive interviews, there were divergent opinions. Some people said it was a climate relationship, some said it was a miracle...

The audience around the TV could not help but discuss it.

With the experience of local journalists, this matter can only be used as a post-cooking talk, and a few days of speculation will pass.

However, two days later, a live video was thrown on the Internet. After several fermentations, it became popular.

In less than a week, many people poured into Yolu, an ordinary town near the sea.