I might be a fake Ultraman.

Half an hour later, Baili Yuan drove back hurriedly and fled upstream.

"Hey, hey, hey, you are kidding me?!"

"There really is no loophole to exploit!"

"The dam suddenly burst downstream, and the river surged, not only blocking the road, but the water level was still rising. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I might have been 'drowned' downstream. Does this make sense? Does this make sense?"

"This place feels more dangerous than the usual historical echoes!"

When Baili Yuan was driving and passed the small bridge again, he found that the two managers were still at the bridge, as if they were waiting for him. However, the bridge was blocked with wood, which seemed to be the result of the two people's work during this period, and it also seemed that other loopholes had been blocked.

When passing by the two people, their eyes fell on the car. Baili Yuan opened the car window without hesitation and raised his middle finger at the two people in the heavy rain.

When Baili Yuan was swimming upstream, the two people on the bridge were watching him go away, with strange expressions under their dripping hat brims.

The road upstream is not easy to walk on. The road is bumpy and extremely narrow. The terrain on one side is rising and gradually turns into a hill.

The narrow road winds up into a maze of limestone hills, with twisted live oaks below steep cliffs stretching their bare branches over the interlaced, dark tunnel-like roads.

But this road was unexpectedly passable, and in the end Baili Yuan actually found the bridge leading to the town of Mirando.

Baili Yuan’s butt was almost broken into eight pieces.

Baili Yuan wanted to continue heading north, but through the car window, he saw rubble falling from the cliffs on both sides.

"If I continue north, will a big rock fall from above and crush me to death?"

After chirping for a few words, Baili Yuan chose to cross the bridge and head to the town of Mirando.

At the top of the cliff, under the darkening sky, sat a hooded woman. A hooded raincoat concealed her face and figure. A large dog sat at her feet.

Baili Yuan didn't see this scene. He drifted and rushed across the bridge wildly.

Then the small bridge was collapsed by the flood.

“There’s no turning back now.”

Baili Yuan snorted coldly, then drove the car, turned a corner, and saw a small town. As expected, this was Mirando.

The woman on the cliff watched Baili Yuan drive into Mirando.

……

The sky darkened rapidly.

Baili Yuan also entered Mirando.

The lights from the houses illuminated the high slopes, but the streets of the town were desolate, with doors and windows of every household closed and not a soul in sight.

Only one pub seemed to be still open, with a dim light shining through the windows. It would be easy to miss it if you didn't look carefully.

The sign on the tavern read, [Tavern, Grocery, Butcher's Shop].

The door was a cement porch. Through the display window, one could see dusty food cans piled up like a pyramid. Partitions that were as high as an adult's chest blocked most of the light in the room, and the dirty glass filtered the remaining light into a sickly waxy yellow color.

Inside, there were several tables of people gathered together, playing dominoes on round tables. There were more tables and people playing dominoes inside. The bar was on the west side, but no one was tending to it.

The atmosphere of the pub, which was originally as lively as usual, was suddenly disrupted by an intruder.

boom!
The heavy door of the tavern was opened from the outside.

The noisy pub suddenly became silent, and everyone's eyes were cast towards the door. A slender figure in a windbreaker walked into the pub, and his boots stepped on the wooden floor of the pub, making a heavy sound, as if stepping on a person's heart.

Next to the Mark boots, raindrops were dripping down the windbreaker, wetting the floor.

The person who broke into the tavern was Baili Yuan. He lifted the hood of his windbreaker and looked at the layout of the tavern unscrupulously.

Finally, Baili Yuan's gaze fell behind the bar. On the shelves behind the bar, rows of canned and packaged foods were stacked all the way to the ceiling.

Baili Yuan's eyes lit up. He had checked and found that there was no food in the car. Food was necessary if he wanted to survive here.

In fact, Baili Yuan originally wanted to leave Mirando directly, but his car broke down and he had no choice but to stay.

Since they want him to stay so much, he has to take a good look to see whether this Mirando is a dragon's den or a tiger's den.

When Baili Yuan was about to walk towards the bar, a tall figure walked around others and stood in front of Baili Yuan. It was a bald man.

"What do you want to do?"

The bald man questioned Baili Yuan rudely, without a smile and without manners.

Baili Yuan smiled slightly and said politely, "I was passing through your town and my car broke down. I wanted to buy some food and supplies. It would be even better if I could have a hot meal and a hot bath."

"You look like someone who wants to eat! Do you want to eat gun bullets?"

The bald man's tone was very impolite. He pointed his long monkey-like arms at the shelf where there were several boxes of dusty shotgun bullets. At the same time, the bald man's flat eyes never left Baili Yuan's face, staring at him intently.

"If you want to sell it, it's not that I can't buy it. How much are the bullets and guns?" Baili Yuan still smiled.

A gun is much more useful than a dagger.

Baili Yuan's words seemed to anger the bald man. He roared and raised his arms to attack Baili Yuan.

As a result, a chill instantly fell on his neck, causing the bald man's movements to stiffen, because the self-defense dagger in Baili Yuan's hand was against his throat, like a poisonous snake, as if it would bite through his throat in the next second.

"My knife is not sharp either!" Baili Yuan narrowed his eyes and said slowly.

The bald man's eyes suddenly became much clearer.

The other town residents were also frightened. They just didn't welcome outsiders, but they wouldn't come up and draw their knives.

Damn, this young man is a bit difficult to deal with!
"Hey, young man, how long are you going to stay here?" A town resident spoke up to smooth things over.

"I don't know. Let's see what happens. Once the car is fixed and the rain stops, I'll leave." Baili Yuan retracted the knife.

The bald man did not continue to be tough. He just frowned and hummed, distanced himself from Baili Yuan.

"Are you planning to look up some old Indian stories too?" someone suddenly said with a smile.

The bald man glared at the person who spoke, then explained, "Don't worry about that guy. He's talking about a guy named Harry Jiro. A college student from Barrett University."

Baili Yuan: What Erlang?
The bald man continued, "He said he came here to look up Indian relics and folklore. It seems to be related to that, yes, the religion of 'Idhela'."

"But who here would know about the rotten corn? The idiot got lost in the mountains, which are full of caves, deep pools, and big bushes. I don't know where he died. No one can find him alive or dead."

"Okay, let's not talk about that. I can sell you some chips and sardines or something, but there are no motels or anything like that in this town... Don't expect me to boil water for your bath."

Without waiting for Baili Yuan to ask anything else, as soon as the bald man finished speaking, a figure sitting alone at the end of the bar stood up, turned stiffly towards Baili Yuan, and said, "You can come to my house to rest. My house is quite big. You are welcome to have dinner. My name is Daji Kramer."

That is Su Daji wearing denim men's clothing! (End of this chapter)