Zhang Heng didn't go online, so he didn't know that the three major guilds had reached a consensus to look for him.
Even without going online, he could guess how others would react to him after his identity was exposed. This was also why he separated himself from Meinan, Han Lu, and the others so early on. It was also why he only asked Shen Xixi to help him kill the sniper in Fu Lou, but he stopped her from helping him with other things.
Zhang Heng knew very well that what awaited him next was a fugitive.
Since he was on the run, it didn't make much of a difference whether he was alone or not. Instead, he would drag others down with him.
From the moment he made up his mind, he had already embarked on an extremely dangerous path. This journey would be harder than any of his previous journeys. Even Zhang Heng himself didn't know what awaited him at the end. Since he had made his choice, he would follow this path to the end, even if it was a bottomless abyss.
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However, Zhang Heng had no idea where he was now.
It had been four hours since he had entered the mountain along the muddy path, and he had even driven over a cliff, falling into the valley on the other side of the road due to the pebbles that had been sent flying by the wheels.
There was still a section of the road in between that had been destroyed by a landslide two days ago. Relying on his excellent driving skills, Zhang Heng drove the POLO through the ruined road little by little. It was also here that he came across a small village.
Zhang Heng didn't stop. Amidst the cheers and chases of a group of kids, he went straight through the center of the village and continued driving deeper into the mountains. At this time, the road in front of him couldn't even be called a road anymore. At best, it was a path made by humans and animals. Zhang Heng drove on this road for another two kilometers before he met a farmer who had just finished working in the field and was on his way home.
The farmer put down the hoe he was carrying on his shoulder and kindly reminded Zhang Heng, "Little brother, there is no road ahead."
"Thank you. I'm just strolling around," Zhang Heng said politely.
"It's getting late. It's time to go home," the farmer advised. "Your parents are waiting for you. Don't let them worry."
"I know," Zhang Heng said. "I will go back after I deal with the things at hand."
"Sigh." The farmer saw that he couldn't persuade him, so he could only sigh and watch the POLO disappear into the night.
Although it was already late at night, it did not affect Zhang Heng much. After putting on the Filter Lens, the 300 meters in front of him were like daylight to him. However, after driving for about seven kilometers, he finally stopped the car.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, but there really was no way out.
On his left was a cliff, and on his right was a dense forest. In front of him was a stream. It was more like a river than a stream. He got out of the car and measured the depth of the water. He knew that there was no way his POLO could cross it, and he might even be washed off the cliff.
Seeing such a scene, Zhang Heng didn't look depressed. He just turned around and walked back to the car, taking out his laptop with a SIM card. After turning it on, he couldn't detect any network signal.
Zhang Heng changed a few more positions and angles, and after confirming that this wasn't just a single case, he put the computer away. Suddenly, he heard movement in the woods beside him.
Zhang Heng turned around and looked at the place where the sound came from. To his surprise, it wasn't a beast, but an old man lying on the ground, motionless.
Zhang Heng took out the Shrouded Sheath from the trunk and walked step by step to the old man lying on the ground. After a simple examination, he released his palm that was pressing on the handle of the knife. The old man seemed to be a nearby villager, and he looked to be in his eighties. He fell from the mountain and hit his head somewhere on the way down, and one of his legs might have been fractured.
Zhang Heng helped him reattach his broken leg, fixing it with a wooden board and rope. He also used iodophor to disinfect and bandage the skin wounds caused by branches and stones on the way down. However, there was nothing Zhang Heng could do about the big bump on his forehead. All he could do was feed the old man some water and put him in the back seat of the POLO.
The old man woke up two hours later. When he opened his eyes and saw where he was, he looked a little frightened. He struggled, waving his hands and hitting the glass, but he didn't pull the door handle. In the end, Zhang Heng opened the door and said to him, "Don't move, especially your injured leg. Be careful not to become a cripple in the future."
The old man seemed to understand what he said and finally stopped struggling. So Zhang Heng gave him a bottle of mineral water and a box of Hermaphrodite, which was commonly seen in supermarkets. "Eat something. I will send you home at dawn."
The old man did not tear the box of Hermaphrodite when he heard what Zhang Heng said. Instead, he stuffed it into his arms. Zhang Heng was afraid that the old man did not understand what he said, so he demonstrated how to tear the packaging. The old man nodded and then shook his head. Fortunately, he opened the bottle of mineral water and gulped it down.
At this point, Zhang Heng could also see that the old man did not have much contact with the outside world. After that, the old man pointed to his mouth and waved his hand. Zhang Heng immediately realized that the old man might be mute.
However, seeing that the old man might not be able to tell him his address, Zhang Heng was not in a hurry. "I passed by a village when I entered the mountain. Someone there should know you. Why don't I send you there tomorrow?"
The old man waved his hand again when he heard Zhang Heng's words. After that, he seemed to want to get out of the car. Zhang Heng went up and helped him out of the car. The old man pointed to the woods where Zhang Heng found him.
"Is your house there?" Zhang Heng asked.
The old man nodded this time.
Zhang Heng was a little surprised. He originally thought that the old man entered the mountain to collect firewood or wild vegetables and fell from the mountain. He did not expect the old man to live here. This place was more than ten miles away from the previous village, and the village was quite isolated. It was quite close to the depths of the mountain.
Judging from the children chasing the car, there were usually no visitors in that place, but at least there was water and electricity. Here, however, there was not a single telephone pole. It was hard to imagine that most cities were already full of shopping malls, Starbucks, and McDonald's. There were still people living in this almost natural environment.
"Is there anyone else in this mountain besides you?" Zhang Heng asked curiously.
The old man nodded again.
"How many households are there?"
The old man shook his head again.
"Don't tell me you are the only household in this place? How many people are there in your family, sir? "
The old man stretched out two fingers when he heard the question.
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