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Wet poison, Uttar Pradesh.

Most of the administrative divisions in the world that are simply named by location have a relatively astonishing land area, and the wet and poisonous Uttar Pradesh not only has an area of ​​half the size of a hairy country, but also has an exaggerated population of 200 million.

However, the vast majority of the 200 million people are engaged in agricultural production, which is enough to support their families. As for making a fortune, there is no need to count on them.

"Beep beep!!!"

Four-wheeled, three-wheeled, two-wheeled, intact, defective, and doorless, all kinds of vehicles shuttled through the wet and poisonous streets, the harsh whistle sounded non-stop, if you lived on both sides of the road, Being able to sleep peacefully is definitely a skill.

Sanfu originally thought that he would look abrupt when he got wet poison, but the situation was exactly the opposite of what he thought.

He was tightly wrapped in tattered clothes, and his half-exposed face was covered with black dust. Fortunately, there was no hair after the fire, otherwise it would solidify into disgusting strands after days of driving.

But on the streets of Shidu Town, especially in the slums, there is no shortage of figures like him. Some are forced by life, some are mentally abnormal, and some are practitioners of unknown sect.

Against the background of the peers, the three burials are at most non-mainstream in the crowd, and have not attracted too many people's attention.

"I can't continue running when I get here." Sanfu sighed.

Going from Lucia to Shidu was more troublesome than he had imagined. There were more and more people along the way, and his speed had to be reduced.

Moreover, the path he walked out was very obvious. It is estimated that most of the three burials have been discovered by now. I don’t know how many people will be frightened by this sudden path. This is really a sin.

"Want to drink sugar cane juice?" Seeing him standing here for a long time, a street vendor asked tentatively.

As he spoke, the hawker shook the juicer in his hand.

He first put the peeled sugar cane into the drum at one end of the machine, then shook the mechanical arm to squeeze out the sugar cane juice, and finally put it in a disposable plastic cup and placed it on the chopping board, which is an authentic wet poison Flavored sugar cane juice.

"No, thank you."

The hawker speaks curry-flavored English, and the three burials are sushi-flavored.

If it's up to Brittany to tell which English is better understood, curry English is better.

Hearing the English in Sanfu's mouth, the hawker was slightly taken aback.

The accent doesn't look like a local, but it looks like he's dressed as an ascetic from another place.

"Free, for you." The peddler smiled and handed over the sugarcane juice on the chopping board, "I admire the ascetic like you the most."

"This, thank you, thank you." Three Burials took the sugar cane juice in surprise, with a sincere smile on his face with his hands folded.

Although most of Shidu people believe in Shidu religion and Buddhists are almost extinct, the etiquette of clasping hands has long been deeply rooted in the custom of Shidu people. integrated into Buddhism.

After eating this cup of sweet sugarcane juice, the three burials only felt extremely comfortable. What kind of roadside stall is clean or not clean, clear or not, in his eyes, it is not important. Anyway, with a non-human extraordinary body, there is no way for ordinary things to make him eat badly.

Although most of the peddler believed in the wet poison sect, the Three Burials still sincerely prayed and blessed him.

But it is not too late. Now he has arrived in the wet and poisonous Uttar Pradesh, which is not far from the country of water, but it will change after a while. If something irreversible happens because of a little delay, it will be all in vain.

After a short rest, the three burials disappeared in the crowd.

After arriving in Shidu, many things become easier, not only the clothes on the body and the incomprehensible temperament, but also when you have mastered English, it is very convenient to travel, talk and identify landmarks, but if you encounter a villager in the country and say Indy In the local language, the three burials will be blinded by a wry smile.

He walked quickly through the city, looking for his goal.

"Woooo!!" The whistle of the train sounded not far away, and the three burials showed joy on their faces.

This is what he was looking for!

There are trains moving slowly on the train track ahead, and there are no guardrails or ravines outside the track.

The tracks are laid on the vast land, from the plains to the mountains, linking human communities together economically and militarily. Although the speed of less than 100 kilometers per hour is not enough in front of other modern means of transportation, it is not enough to take a train in wet poison. The 'advantage' is that the bold don't have to buy a ticket.

The speed of the train that just started is slow, and it needs to travel a certain distance before it can accelerate to a speed of 70 to 80 kilometers per hour.

I saw a few neat young men grabbed the bulge outside the carriage like a wet poisonous monkey, then climbed up effortlessly, turned over and climbed to the top of the carriage.

From this point of view, it is a veteran who is proficient in this way, and without a lot of hard work, he cannot reach such a smooth and smooth level.

Some people hang up the train in order to avoid fares, while others dislike the interior of the train being too crowded, so they choose this 'open-air' carriage.

Sanfu looked at the train number and found a train heading east. This kind of train should be able to reach the Shidu State mentioned by the tall figure in the underground world. As for the specific city that cannot be reached, he walked over with his feet.

"Amitabha, sin, really sin."

The three burials are the first time to do fare evasion, but the matter is urgent, and I believe that the Buddha will not blame him for the little mistakes he made to save the common people.

The train bound for the East has gradually increased its speed, and some wet poisonous people who have not had time to pick up the train also stopped, giving up their bold ideas.

But the three burials did not give up, he took two long legs, and the speed increased even more than the train.

"That person is chasing the train?"

"If you can't catch up, even if you catch up, you can't catch it at such a fast speed."

"This guy runs so fast~www.wuxiamtl.com~Is he an athlete?"

The wet poisoner recalled that when the Olympic sprint champions talked about their childhood in interviews, they would all say that they liked to race with cars. Could the person who looks like an ascetic not far away be some track and field athlete?

After staying in parallel with the train for a second or two, the side of the three buried body suddenly jumped towards the train, and the height brought by the jump was comparable to that of a high jumper.

This is also the result of his deliberate suppression of strength, otherwise he will jump to the top of the carriage in a blink of an eye.

With the blessing of a strong physique, he can accomplish jaw-dropping moves without any profound skills.

"Okay, so strong."

The young people on the roof of the carriage looked at the three buried monks who seemed to be flying, and gave thumbs up in admiration.

The woo-woo train went forward, with a wry smile, the three burials can only do this kind of white prostitution with no conscience.

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