Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

“…Please…We need help…”

The sound of blood-crying echoed on the vast snowfield, and among countless carriages that looked like headless ants, it seemed so abrupt.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know...who knows..."

“…It seems like someone called for rescue just now…”

"...It's all in vain, don't worry... it's important to go home..."

"A important news is inserted below..."

...

In the control center, Li Yiyi looked at the screen in front of him nervously and kept muttering.

"…Seventy-nine…80…Old He, are you going to get better?"

"Don't make a noise! ​​Just make one mistake!!!"

"But I'm still waiting here!!!"

"Oh! Immediately! Stop urging me! Huang Ming, please shine it on me, this should be this!"

In the database of hardware-stacked, Lao He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, raised his hand and pulled out a cable as thick as a forearm.

“…Push hard…”

‘Alarm alarm, power overload, power reserve 30% remaining!’

"...Don't fucking alarm, give me some effort! Uh ah ah ah ah!!!"

Liu Qi's feet slipped, and he fell to the ground, his forehead suddenly hit the ground lock. In an instant, a huge gap appeared on his forehead.

"Household registration, are you okay?"

With a scream, Tim quickly let go and squatted down, but Liu Qi had no intention of appreciation.

Although the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak, he still struggled to push Tim, his confused eyes always staring at the direction of the striker.

"...House registration, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the roar here, Duoduo couldn't help but run out. Seeing Liu Qi's miserable appearance, he rushed over.

"Household registration, you're fine, you're a household registration!"

A pair of red and swollen apricot kernel eyes, with tears surging. They carefully held Liu Qi in their arms, raised their hand to take out a towel with soap aroma, and gently wiped the sweat around the wound...

“…Duoduo…”

Hearing Liu Qi's weak shout, Duoduo quickly lowered his head, leaned against Liu Qi's mouth, and said tremblingly:

"...House registration, don't scare me...House registration..."

“…Duoduo…”

"I am here!"

“…help…help…help…”

“…but you…”

"...Hurry...Help...I...I'm fine...I promised you...I'll help you find your mother...I'm fine...Hurry...Help..."

Listening to Liu Qi's intermittent words, Duoduo cried in tears, nodded tremblingly, carefully helped him aside, raised his hand to wipe his tears fiercely, came behind Wang Lei, and pushed him hard.

In the control center, Li Yiyi's hand, the size of a colored flint model was constantly rotating, and his dirty glasses reflected the red light on the screen.

"…97…98…99…99% is now, it’s successful! Lao He, it’s successful!"

In the database, listening to Li Yiyi's excited shouts, Lao He and Huang Ming, who had been hanging in their hearts, breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.

"Hmm? Not right?"

Suddenly, Lao He thought of something, and he raised his strength from somewhere, turned over and got up, and squeezed out through the narrow crack of the door.

"…Isn't it 100% done? What's going on with your 99%?"

Hearing Lao He's words, Li Yiyi's excited expression slightly restrained, and he clenched his fists in his hand and said:

"...It's a flint. The system has not detected the flint yet. When the flint is in place, the program will be completed!"

Hearing this, Old He finally let out a long sigh. Just as he was about to take a break, he heard Zhou Qian fucking hoarse voice, gritting her teeth, and shouting with difficulty:

"Old He... Come and help!"

In the control center, Lao He couldn't help but shuddered, quickly squeezed the cigarette butt in his mouth, and ran quickly towards the direction of the firing needle.

At the reactor ignition gate, listening to the news of victory of the team members, Han Zi'ang also had a tired smile on his face.

But his red eyes stared at the ignition gate tightly, not daring to relax at all.

The robotic arm reached into the carriage loaded with flints and slowly clamped the round flints. A sound of mechanical friction sounded. The robotic arm that clamped with flints slowly sent toward a huge stamping device core.

"...Don't have any trouble! Don't have any trouble! Don't have any trouble!"

Han Zi'ang clenched his fist with one hand and tightly clenched his collar. His red eyes stared at the stamping device without blinking, and his lips were trembling and muttering something.

Han Zi'ang was like this, and Gangzi and Liuzi were not much better. They poked an awkward position and observed the flint nervously, not even breathing.

'drop!!!'

A harsh beep suddenly sounded, and in an instant, Han Zi'ang's heart beat out and his face turned red.

I saw that the lock that should have locked the flint firmly was misaligned due to the previous earthquake and failed to lock it smoothly.

The sudden lock caused the stamping device that should have fallen to be stuck in the air and could not be up and down.

"Fuck! Captain, it's stuck, it's a fixed lock!"

Seeing this scene, Han Zi'ang couldn't help but curse fiercely. At the spray mouth, Wang Xuebin silently closed his eyes and asked indifferently:

"... Can it be solved? There are only sixteen minutes before the next wave of earthquakes arrive, and you only have five minutes!"

Hearing this, Han Ziang took a deep breath, pulled out the safety rope, and roared in a low voice:

"Make sure to complete the task!"

After saying that, he pushed away the Gangzi and Liuzi who wanted to block him, pulled out a tool box from the ground, took out an airsoft-like thing, carried it on his back, brought a protective suit, pulled down the telescopic ladder leading to the sunroof, and climbed out of the car.

"...Her Old Han, what are you going to do? There is radiation outside!"

"Get out!"

He kicked the sledge and turned over and crawled out of the transport vehicle. He crawled step by step towards the ignition gate with a solid stinging sensation around him.

“…Old Han!”

Seeing Han Zi'ang's movements, Liuzi couldn't help it. He turned his head and patted Gangzi on the shoulder, pointed to the direction of the driver's seat, and then climbed out together.

An old figure crawled unswervingly at the 8,000-meter-high ignition gate, more than 5,000 meters underground, and a hollow mechanical frame five thousand meters high from the bottom.

"Old Han, you..."

"...Don't talk nonsense, there's no time to hesitate!"

Han Ziang looked at him without squintingly, roaring in a low voice, came to the edge of the air, spread his hands, and stood up carefully.

He tied the safety rope around his waist, swung one end back, tightened the airsoft on his shoulders, and before he could say something, he jumped directly.

"Hey!!!"

Seeing this scene, Liuzihun was scared half of it and hurriedly rushed forward, tightly grasping one end of the safety rope, and snatched the robotic arm rack with the other hand, grinding a series of dazzling sparks with the exoskeleton armor.

The sparks fell, and seemed so small in the bottomless abyss. I looked up at Han Zi'ang who had been stuck on the wall of the ignition gate, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he couldn't help but cry and complained with lingering fear:

"... Senior Han... can we say hello in advance..."