Stealing Pens: Travelers from the End of the World

The next morning.

On the winding mountain road.

A speeding car turned a corner quickly, leaving the car chasing it behind far behind.

In the car, Wang Meng held the handrail tightly and observed the situation behind through the rearview mirror.

"Boss, these people are really not giving up."

"If we really gave up so easily, we wouldn't have taken such a long detour to deal with them." Wu Xie accelerated again and turned a sharp corner, laughing.

"This road is difficult to travel. They are just following us without taking any action. Maybe they are trying to take advantage of our mistakes."

"Tsk, then let them wait." Wang Meng looked at the road which was getting steeper and steeper, snorted coldly and rolled his eyes.

At this moment, he looked through the rearview mirror and saw a car behind him suddenly break down, rush through the guardrail and fall off the cliff:

"Hey boss, something happened back there. It seems someone attacked them."

Wu Xie glanced at the rearview mirror distractedly, then gripped the steering wheel even tighter and stepped on the accelerator: "Our helpers are here, hurry up and find a chance to trip them up."

"Okay!" Wang Meng loaded his gun and took advantage of the turning opportunity to launch a counterattack.

The leading car on the winding mountain road was speeding up, and the cars behind it also sped up.

Not only that, the people in the car leaned out, raised their guns and kept shooting at the speeding car.

The last car is a black one. It is moving a little slower than the other cars and looks very capable.

Moreover, the person who attacked the vehicle in front was sitting in the driver's seat. He was steering the wheel with one hand and holding a pistol with the other, shooting at the tires of the vehicle in front with clear aim.

One of the cars unfortunately crashed into the road as it lost its direction and broke through the guardrail, crashing down the steep slope and being smashed to pieces.

The last car was also attacked.

However, the car owner has good skills and can avoid being killed and fight back every time.

Several cars kept chasing each other in this way from sunrise to noon. The first car finally got rid of those people and came to a slightly flat area, parked the car on the side of the road, and waited for the black car behind.

The black car slowly stopped.

Wuxie patted Wang Meng, picked up the backpack at the back, opened the car door and got out.

Wang Meng understood and quickly got out of the car.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

Three knocks on the glass were heard.

The tightly closed car window slowly lowered, and a familiar person appeared in the field of vision.

"Master Qin." Wang Meng greeted him.

Wu Xie could finally breathe a sigh of relief: "You came just in time."

"Let's go." Qin Yuchen curled his lips and let him get in the car.

"Okay, you go back first. Remember to say you don't know anything when others ask you." Wuxie threw the car keys to Wang Meng and instructed.

"Got it, boss. Be careful on the road." Wang Meng took the key and watched Wuxie walk around to the passenger seat and get in the car.

He looked at Wuxie and tilted his head: "Remember to bring people to help Fatty, and you can bring them when I contact you.

If you hear of a death, remember it is real.”

"Okay, boss." Wang Meng nodded seriously.

"Okay, let's go." Wuxie said, "Be careful on the way back."

Hearing the sound of Qin Yuchen starting the car, Wang Meng said again, "Master Qin, you two have a safe journey."

"Okay, let's go." Qin Yuchen closed the car window and continued driving towards Motuo.

Wang Meng stood there, watching the car gradually disappear from his sight, then he got back into the car and started it to return.

"Xiaohua's funeral was a great success." Wuxie said as he looked through the rearview mirror at the car that had disappeared.

"Well, everyone should be there." Qin Yuchen asked.

"We're here," Wu Xie replied. "As soon as we left, those people hung up the phone."

"The people from the Nine Gates should be here soon."

“They’re pretty fast.”

"With someone leading the way, it will definitely be quick." Wu Xie sneered, "The Wang family can't wait to get the treasure before getting rid of you and me."

Tan Yuchen raised his eyebrows.

"By the way, before we were chased by cars just now, several cars had gone there earlier." Wuxie suddenly remembered something and said.

They also encountered several vehicles in the flatter area below the mountain.

At first, he just followed behind them slowly. Wuxie deliberately slowed down to see if they were following them on purpose.

But it seems that he guessed wrong. When he slowed down to overtake, the cars behind him passed him directly without stopping for a moment.

As he passed by, he paid a little attention but didn't find anyone familiar.

"Don't you have a guess yourself?" Qin Yuchen turned his head slightly and glanced at Wuxie.

"Aren't you planning on faking your own death to escape?"

"I wasn't quite sure at first." Wu Xie opened the passenger window, took the tablet and opened the photo album.

"But after hearing what you said, it seems that my plan is not unreasonable."

"I just didn't expect the response to be so quick this time."

"It's normal to have two waves of suspicion." Qin Yuchen blinked and asked. "Have you decided where to go?"

"Just any rift. If you fall into it, you will die without a burial place and even your body won't be found." Wuxie said.

The photo on the tablet was an aerial view of the snow-capped mountains near the Lama Temple. The mountains were connected, and there were many bottomless chasms and cliffs. He only needed to lead the group over and fall down in front of them.

"I've sent the longitude and latitude to your phone. I'll wait for you to pick me up downstairs." Wuxie looked at Qin Yuchen with a smile. When he saw him nod and slightly curled his lips, he looked into the distance again.

He put his hands behind his head and said something without any context:

"Why do I feel that you have become gentler?"

"..." Qin Yuchen slowed down the car, his lips slightly raised, and he frowned as he glanced at Wuxie.

"Why are you still so weird?"

A tone of ridicule, misunderstanding, and a hint of impatience came, and Wuxie suddenly felt familiar.

This is the tone that Qin Yuchen has often used when speaking since he met him, and it has been several years since he heard it.

Now when I listen to it, I still feel a little nostalgic.

Ever since Zhang Qiling entered the bronze gate, he and Qin Yuchen have hardly ever met.

Qin Yuchen was busy with his long-standing tasks, and he was also troubled by the big and small matters of the Nine Gates.

So we met very rarely.

Even this time, Qin Yuchen had just joined in the plan.

"I'm just telling the truth." Wuxie didn't care about Qin Yuchen's tone.

After hearing more and experiencing more, he could understand why Qin Yuchen was like this.

"...Whatever you say is what it is." Qin Yuchen was speechless.

"Hahaha--"

……

After a few hours' drive, Qin Yuchen and Wuxie finally arrived at the Lama Temple.

Wuxie went in first.

Qin Yuchen waited in the car for a while before he tightened his scarf, took off his backpack and got out.

He buried half of his face in his scarf, seemingly unintentionally, but actually observing the situation nearby. He stretched in front of the car before walking up the stairs.

The Lama Temple has not changed much and looks peaceful.

Qin Yuchen followed the little lama towards his residence. When passing an alley, he ran into several people dressed similarly.

When they passed by each other, their gazes were very obvious. Qin Yuchen nodded to them in confusion but politely.

Then he quickly left with the little lama.