Feng Bujue wandered around the wreckage for a while, but he could not figure out a way to climb up the cliff, so he had to find another route.
By then, Brother Jue had lost his superhuman skills, his supernatural equipment, and even the most basic survival tool. As a normal person, it was very dangerous for him to be stuck in a jungle like this.
Feng Bujue did not know if there were other cruel rules in this scenario, like the players had to eat and drink, or else they would starve to death. (By the way, when Feng Bujue played this scenario, he was in sleeping mode.) If there was such a setting, with his years of experience watching Man vs. Wild, Brother Jue would at most live a day or two longer than a normal person.
"In the end, I can only move forward blindly based on my instincts …" Feng Bujue mumbled to himself as he walked through the forest.
He had no choice. With his current physical ability, climbing up a tree to take a look was as difficult as climbing the sky. Even if he did manage to climb up, it was very dangerous to poke his head out from the canopy. He did not have any protective gear on him, and if he slipped, he might die.
However, things progressed more smoothly than he expected.
After twenty minutes of difficult trekking, Feng Bujue saw a small stream appear before his eyes. Looking up, the forest on the other side of the stream was much sparser, and there was a small path between the trees.
Brother Jue walked to the stream and looked around. After confirming that there were no beasts nearby, he squatted down to wash his face and take a few sips of water.
From the dryness in his throat and the obvious tiredness, his role in this scenario required him to eat, drink, and rest. However, he did not need to go to the toilet because he could not take off his pants.
After rehydrating and taking a short rest, Feng Bujue resumed his journey.
Even though he had not run into any more danger after the car explosion, his cautious personality and fear of Nightmare Mode still made Feng Bujue pay attention to every step he took. Therefore, he was still very careful as he waded through the creek, which was only knee-deep and less than five meters wide.
When he reached the opposite shore, he used the hem of his suit to dry his feet, put on his shoes and socks, and then walked along the path.
"Hmm … From the reflection in the water, I still look like myself." While he was moving, his mind was also thinking non-stop. "All the pockets on his body are empty, and the parts that can be checked inside and out don't have any embroidery or insignia. So … what's the name of this famous detective … "
As he pondered, the path beneath his feet became clearer and clearer. However, the surrounding terrain became steeper and steeper. When he looked back, the forest behind him was already below his current height.
Just like that, he walked for another half an hour. After passing through a pine forest, the surrounding terrain leveled out. Not long after, a road appeared in front of them.
Feng Bujue took a few quick steps and came to the main road. Looking at the electric poles on the side of the road, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. If there were a few small advertisements on the electric poles, it would be even more intimate.
In fact, he had taken a big detour and had only returned to the height of the highway from the bottom of the valley.
Woo!
Not long after he walked along the road, he heard the sound of a car driving in the distance.
Feng Bujue looked back and saw a rather flashy red convertible sports car driving toward him.
He did not waste time and stood directly in the middle of the road. He spread his legs, raised his hands, and made a "大" pose. It was as if he was saying, "If you don't let me ride, just kill me."
"Hey! Help me! "As the car drove closer, Feng Bujue waved his arms and shouted.
There was a middle-aged couple sitting in the car. They were both Caucasians. Whether it was their clothes or the car they were driving, they were all mid-twentieth century models.
If someone stopped a car in such a remote place, the other party would naturally have some scruples. However, after taking a closer look, the person who stopped the car was thin and unarmed. Although his clothes were dirty, he was dressed like a decent person. Plus, he was shouting "help" loudly. It seemed like he was really in some kind of trouble.
Therefore, the sports car slowly slowed down and stopped by the side of the road. The man in the driver's seat said to his wife, "Stay in the car, Carol."
"Be careful, Denis," his wife reminded him.
Denis opened the door and got out. He walked to Feng Bujue about two meters away and said, "Sir, what happened?"
Feng Bujue sized up the man in front of him. He was about 1.9 meters tall and was about forty years old. He had a burly body, brown hair, blue eyes, and a small mustache. He wore a beige short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of white trousers. The leather shoes on his feet were shiny. A blue sweater was draped over his shoulders and the sleeves were tied in a knot in front of his chest. This way of dressing was already outdated in Feng Bujue's era, so he was even more certain that this script was set in the twentieth century.
"Uh … Yes, sir. I was in a car accident," Feng Bujue replied.
"What? Car accident? "Denis looked at Feng Bujue." What happened? Are you hurt? "
"I'm fine," Feng Bujue said. "It's just that my car was wrecked and rolled down the road. I walked for about an hour before I climbed up from the bottom of the valley and found this road. " He tried to reveal as much information as possible to dispel the other's doubts and gain his trust. "Please forgive me for standing in the middle of the road, but I really do need someone to give me a ride."
"I see." Denis seemed to have let down his guard and took a step closer. "Don't worry, buddy. I'm happy to help."
"Thank you so much," Feng Bujue said. The way he spoke then was very polite and normal.
Denis led Feng Bujue to the car and pointed at the woman in the car. "This is my wife, Carol." He then turned his face to his wife and used his hand to point at Feng Bujue. "And this is …"
"Feng Bujue." Feng Bujue said his real name to test the NPC's reaction.
"This is Mr. Feng. He was in a car accident and wanted to hitch a ride." Denis continued naturally. It looked like the system had corrected the effect of name and appearance on the NPC.
"Oh, that's too bad. Are you hurt?" Carol asked.
The lady sitting in the car was wearing a red woolen coat. She had blue eyes and black hair. She could not be called beautiful, and the contours of her face were slightly strange. Although she was wearing heavy makeup, the years had not been kind to this forty-year-old woman. The thick foundation could not cover all the wrinkles.
"I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, madam," Feng Bujue replied as he quickly got into the back seat. Even if the other party wanted to change his mind, it was too late. It was impossible to drive this guy out of the car.
"Mr. Feng." Denis got into the driver's seat and turned around. "My wife and I are going to a villa in the mountains to attend a family gathering. We're not far from our destination. If you don't mind, come with us to the villa first. There's a phone there. We can inform your family or friends to pick you up. "
"Thank you so much," Feng Bujue said. "I haven't asked your name yet."
"Lovecraft," Denis answered and started the engine. "Denis Lovecraft."
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