There's something wrong with me

Day seven, evening.

Back home, I took a shower and washed up.

Zhang Feng lay on the bed, looking at the text.

But this time, Zhang Feng found the text a bit strange, and some new markings had appeared.

The next second, a new adventure world arrived.

… …

[Resurrection: ? … … Re-evaluating… …]

[Adventure Level: 2+]

[Adventure Type: Free, Survival]

[Main Quest: Survive for Three Years]

[Optional Quests: Hide-and-Seek, Find at Least Three ‘Invaders’]

[Identity: Delivery Driver]

[Maximum Enhancement Times: 23]

[For every month you survive, you will receive one enhancement choice]

… …

Opening his eyes, Zhang Feng realized that the resurrection count seemed to be interfered with and wasn't given immediately.

Although he didn't know why, Zhang Feng quickly surveyed his surroundings.

What came into view was the night.

He was sitting in the driver's seat of a box truck.

A box truck, that is, an 8-meter-long truck with a box.

He was sitting in the driver's seat, and the window had an inspection sticker, 'Inspected. 2000'

Looking ahead, the yellow lights illuminated a slaughterhouse with an area of over a thousand square meters about ten meters away.

In terms of scale, it was considered small.

After surveying the surroundings, Zhang Feng began to think about his memories.

He was a full-time delivery driver with over twenty years of driving experience.

His current age was forty-three.

'No wonder my back is a bit sore, and I feel uncomfortable everywhere.'

It's the old ailments of age and profession.

But thinking about it, it's interesting. I was just treating a few bosses a few days ago, and today it's my turn.

Zhang Feng shook his head, turned on the small light, and looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

A fairly loose coat, thermal underwear, short hair, and tanned, dry skin.

There was also an aluminum lunch box beside him, with two steamed buns and a few chopsticks of pickles.

Seeing them, Zhang Feng suddenly felt a little hungry, so he ate while looking at his own attributes.

[Constitution: 11.1]

[Root Bone: 1.9]

[Martial Arts: 1.2]

Basically, they were blank slate basic attributes, relying entirely on the special talent of the full character to support them.

After reading these, Zhang Feng then looked at the enhancement options that could defy fate.

[Please choose your first enhancement]

[1: Growing Constitution]

[2: Logistics Driver]

[3: Traveling with Tigers and Wolves?]

Seeing 'Growing Constitution'.

Zhang Feng glanced at it first, but didn't pay much attention, because according to past experience, 'Growing Constitution' didn't add much.

[Effect: For every month you survive, Constitution +0.5]

'Indeed not much.'

He glanced at it.

Zhang Feng was about to look at 2, but then he calculated it.

0.5 per month, 36 months, that's 18 points of Constitution.

That seems pretty good!

Looking at the entry quality.

[Intermediate Growing Constitution: Common, Rare, Slightly Enhanced]

'Enhanced? No wonder it's so high, it should be because of this extra entry.'

Enhanced, it's the first time I've seen it.

Zhang Feng ate the steamed bun while setting aside 1 and looking at 2.

[Logistics Driver: Common, Rare, Exclusive to Driving Skills]

[Effect 1: After choosing, your main quest will be changed to 'Own a fleet of no less than ten trucks within three years', and the non-main quest will be changed to 'Win the He City Truck Race Championship']

[Effect 2: After completing the main quest, Constitution +3, Martial Arts +1, Lifespan +6]

[Effect 3: After completing the non-main quest, Constitution +2, Root Bone +1]

[Effect 4: When all tasks are completed, Lifespan +3, and gain Intermediate Car Driving Memory]

'This is about becoming a car god and having a career path, which counts as two tasks.'

Zhang Feng understood it at a glance, then looked at 3.

[Traveling with Tigers and Wolves?: Rare, Rare, Invasion Class?]

[Effect: For every month you survive, Root Bone +0.1, Martial Arts +0.1, Constitution +0.5, Digestion and Absorption +10 grams, Reaction Speed -0.001 seconds]

This entry was simple and violent.

There were no extra task goals, only a crude increase, increase, increase!

Zhang Feng was very excited to see it and chose it without thinking.

As for what invasion or not, Zhang Feng had seen it before.

The earliest trial world was when monsters suddenly descended, making it seem like a civilization trial.

And this time, as long as it wasn't a Transformer that was tens of meters tall.

Zhang Feng wasn't afraid.

Of course, if one really came, then he would just revive.

Just thinking of revival.

Zhang Feng looked at the text again.

After a long time of processing, there was finally a result.

[After searching, it was found that there are '7' invaders in this adventure world, belonging to the Space-Time Pantheon]

[Judgment 1: The Space-Time Pantheon controls many worlds, their world time is consistent, and they cannot independently change this world, so you will not be able to rewind after death, and your '3' resurrection chances will be affected… …]

[Note! Because you are the only player in this game, it is being urgently processed… …]

[Processed 1: All the worlds you have been involved in in the past have been properly handled and cannot be captured by any pantheon]

[Completed 2: All 'world lines' controlled by the Space-Time Pantheon have been converged]

[Completed 3: After you die in the current adventure world, 'all world lines' will be rewound]

[Completed 4: Because there are '7' invaders in this world]

[Your current resurrection count: 3+7]

[Note: Adventurers can still safely experience different lives in the adventure world and try to meet new invader friends, or hunt them down]

… …

'Just looking at the text, the invaders look like people? Not monsters?'

Zhang Feng thought for a few seconds, but didn't care.

After all, he had seen strange monsters, let alone people.

But if you think about it from another perspective, it's really hard to find people and monsters who don't look the same.

'Hide-and-seek, is it to distinguish them from the crowd?'

Also, in the entry, Traveling with Tigers and Wolves? This question mark, am I the tiger, and they are the wolves?

Or are they the tigers, and I'm the wolf?'

"Old Zhang! What are you thinking about!"

Just as Zhang Feng was thinking, a burly man walked out of the slaughterhouse.

He had a short beard and long hair, and was wrapped in a shiny leather apron. "Hurry up and back up, load the goods, and deliver them to the big restaurant."

The big restaurant the man was talking about was in the city two hundred miles away.

Its full name was 'Super Glutton's Restaurant'.

It sounded like a place to eat big meals.

"Okay." Zhang Feng heard the man calling him, and while skillfully reversing the car, he asked, "Boss Li, what time did the big restaurant say to deliver it by?"

He had no clue about 'hide-and-seek' now.

It was better to follow his own work first.

Zhang Feng felt that this should be a clue.

"Before ten o'clock tonight." Boss Li replied while directing, "Hey, back up a bit to the right."

Chi…

When the car was backed up to the door.

Zhang Feng got out of the car and opened the door of the rear compartment.

Boss Li came over with a cigarette in his mouth and handed it to Zhang Feng, "Old Zhang, take a break, you still have a long way to go, recharge your energy."

"Huh? Hmm." Zhang Feng paused for a moment when he saw his smoking posture and these words, and couldn't help but think of Wang She.

It was the same with him driving to deliver goods, and then Wang She feigning concern for him.

Although it was quite speechless to think about, Zhang Feng really missed the days of running side roads in the past.

'Life is a journey.' Zhang Feng shook his head in his heart, took the cigarette, and then thought about it, and returned it, "Quit, quit."

This body was already over forty years old.

In order to practice in the future, he should nourish it now.

Otherwise, if he continued to smoke and drink like this, when he encountered the invaders, he would be less than a rabbit, let alone a wolf.

"It's good to quit." Boss Li laughed when he heard that Zhang Feng didn't smoke anymore, "How many hours have you quit?"

"I'm not kidding." Zhang Feng looked at the people loading the goods behind him, "Boss Li, you should quit too, I see that your Yintang is blackened by smoke."

"Damn!" Boss Li scolded with a smile, "If I really die, who will take care of your business?"

Boss Li's words were right.

Zhang Feng was now basically the full-time driver of Boss Li's meat factory.

"That's true." Zhang Feng recalled his memory, "Twenty-eight out of thirty trips a month are yours, Boss Li.

I completely rely on Boss Li's care, that's definitely right."

"It's not considered care." Boss Li patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder with his thick arm, "We've known each other for more than ten years, from my small workshop to the factory.

You've also gone from pulling goods with a small car to running long distances with a big car, with our relationship, can money be earned by outsiders?"

"That's true." Zhang Feng nodded, his memory deepened, knowing that his relationship with Boss Li was very good.

"Besides." Boss Li said again, "Seven or eight years ago, I was the one who encouraged you to buy a big car.

At that time, you couldn't get any work every day after you bought the car.

If I didn't look for you, would I still be human?"

Boss Li shook his head again when he said this, "I can't say that, you give me a fair price, and I've also taken a lot of advantage.

We are mutually beneficial, so we can't say whether we take care of each other or not."

"That's true." Zhang Feng still said this 'that's true'.

Because Zhang Feng carefully recalled the memory of Boss Li just now and found that Boss Li was a big talker.

If he talked more, then the topic would not stop.

"Okay, Old Zhang, you help me watch the loading first." Seeing that Old Zhang didn't want to talk, Boss Li immediately felt bored and prepared to go back to the factory to chat with some old masters.

After Zhang Feng saw him finally leave, he squatted on the steps next to him and looked at the remaining two enhancements.

[1: Constitution +0.6]

[2: Digestion and Absorption +30 grams]

[3: Ordinary Apple Juice]

Glancing at it, he chose 2, without thinking too much, he directly developed.

Then looking at the last enhancement.

[1: Reaction Speed -0.003 seconds]

[2: An Ordinary Concert Ticket]

[3: Root Bone +0.1]

Concert?

Zhang Feng discovered this strange option for the first time, so he took a look first.

[Ticket: Ordinary]

[Effect: Pass through the ticket gate of Xiao An's concert]

Xiao An was a female celebrity in this world.

After Zhang Feng saw that the ticket was useless, he chose 3, Root Bone.

After all the selections were completed.

Zhang Feng saw that there were many mosquitoes under the lights, so he got up and walked into the factory, and asked the kitchen for two steamed buns and some meat dishes.

Completely free of charge.

It's just that Zhang Feng had already eaten just now, and these were more for eating on the road.

Saving some is saving some, it was a habit in his memory.

Zhang Feng now also had to buy medicine, so he saved even more.

After waiting for a while.

All the goods were loaded.

After Zhang Feng greeted a few loading masters, he drove towards He City.

… …

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He City is a small city.

The Grand Restaurant is located in the north of the city, almost in the suburbs.

These days, large trucks are not restricted in the city, and it's late at night.

Zhang Feng arrived smoothly and came to the back door of this three-story restaurant, covering more than 400 square meters, around 9:50 in the evening.

"Chef Sun!"

Zhang Feng opened the car window and shouted towards the back door.

A fat chef was squatting there, it was Chef Sun.

"Damn you, Lao Zhang, why are you only here now?"

Chef Sun came over cursing, but he wasn't a bad person, just foul-mouthed, "I was wondering if you were snatched away by a weasel on the road."

"It's not even ten o'clock yet, what's the rush?"

Zhang Feng got out of the car and saw that this Chef Sun did have some skills, but the traces were not heavy, and he hadn't practiced enough to show it.

"The meat is almost gone." Chef Sun casually replied while having people come out to unload the goods, "I was thinking that if you didn't come, we would buy some nearby to tide us over."

"Here I am." Zhang Feng was idle anyway, so he asked, "Have you practiced boxing?"

"Oh?" Chef Sun looked at Zhang Feng in surprise, "You know about this too? No way?

We've met five or six times, and this is the first time I've heard you talk about this."

"I know a little." Zhang Feng's body wasn't in good condition, so he didn't want to overstate things, "I practiced when I was young, and I noticed you practiced before, but I wasn't sure, so I didn't ask."

"It's good to have practiced." Chef Sun shook his head and asked, "Do you know the Gourmet Association?"

"Gourmet Association?" Zhang Feng looked at Chef Sun, "What's that?"

"It's full of people who can fight." Chef Sun clenched his fist, "It's a gathering place for martial arts enthusiasts and food lovers in the province."

"That's good." Zhang Feng asked, "If I want to join the Gourmet Association, what's the process?"

Since there was martial arts, Zhang Feng wanted to take a look.

See what masters there are in this world.

"You?" Chef Sun looked at Zhang Feng suspiciously, then sized up Zhang Feng's figure.

Zhang Feng was just over 1.7 meters tall and looked a little thin.

Chef Sun looked at him a few times, then shook his head and said, "Lao Zhang, you should just drive your truck, you can't get into the Gourmet Association with a build like yours.

Even me, look at me."

Chef Sun patted his round belly, "Even someone with a good figure like me can't get in."

"Not fat enough?" Zhang Feng retorted.

"Damn it! What fat? This is called strong!" Chef Sun retorted first, then rubbed his belly and said, "Actually, although I'm strong, my kung fu isn't good enough.

The kung fu I'm talking about isn't cooking kung fu, nor is it eating kung fu."

He looked at Zhang Feng, then clenched his fist and waved it in front of Zhang Feng, "If you want to join the Gourmet Association, you must be able to fight first.

Because the Gourmet Association holds a 'Big Eater Free Competition' every year.

The big eaters are all burly men, all of whom can eat and fight.

Say, if these burly men suddenly don't want to compete during the competition, and instead rush over to hit the referee, what should we do?

After that, if they knock down all the referees, wouldn't they be able to take the gold medal without competing?"

"..." Zhang Feng was dumbfounded, wondering if this was a formal competition and a formal association?

But seeing Chef Sun's expression as if it should be so.

Zhang Feng didn't ask this question, but instead asked another question, "What are the requirements for the Gourmet Association's recruitment in terms of fighting?

Is it that the strength reaches a certain value, or is it compared with some interviewers?"

If he could fight, Zhang Feng felt that with some practice, plus the bonus of traveling with tigers and wolves, he could improve his physical fitness in this body within a month.

Conservatively estimated, it could reach 19 or 20.

Plus his own knowledge and experience, it should be enough in the second-level world.

"Of course, you have to be able to fight." Chef Sun said bluntly, "There's an exam inside, you'll know when you go."

Chef Sun pointed to the restaurant behind him,

"Go find the people at the counter, they will tell you the address of the exam."

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Feng said and left, "Call me when you're done unloading, I'll come back and move the car."

After speaking, Zhang Feng also walked to the front door of the restaurant.

Looking inside through the glass door, there weren't many customers, but the food on their tables was very generous.

The restaurant lived up to its name, it was for big eaters, big portions.

Zhang Feng was envious, but then he thought of the food he brought in the car.

If he ate here, the food in the car would spoil, which would be a pity.

'I'll come here another day and have a meal.

In my memory, although I've run here several times, I really haven't been willing to eat here.'

Zhang Feng thought to himself, looked at the restaurant a few times, and prepared to go to the counter.

But as he walked.

Zhang Feng noticed a man in a fashionable leather jacket sitting not far away.

Visually, he was about 1.78 meters tall, with a round face and a medium build.

At first glance, he wasn't handsome, and he was quite ordinary, but he was very 'trendy'.

This trendiness was a kind of trendiness, a kind of temperament, completely detached from this era.

And Zhang Feng had experienced many worlds and seen many people, and he could tell at a glance that this person was definitely not from this world!

'Is he the invader?'

Zhang Feng thought about it, because he had many resurrections, he walked towards him without any worries.

Moreover, the text said that communication was possible, so let's see what this Time-Space Temple is like.

'Why is that native looking at me all the time? Could it be...' The round-faced man saw Zhang Feng looking at him a few times and walking over, and became wary for a moment, 'Could it be that this middle-aged man is another reincarnator in the temple?

That shouldn't be, although I've seen many companions in the past few worlds, there's definitely no one like this.

His steps don't have any rhythm, and he doesn't seem to have practiced martial arts.'

After thinking for a few seconds.

He saw Zhang Feng walking straight towards him, as if he was looking for him.

After thinking about it, the round-faced man didn't dare to take risks, fearing that an enemy was coming, so he suddenly got up from his seat, took out the gun from his waist, and pulled the trigger in a coherent manner.

'Are invaders so direct?'

Bang bang—

Gunshots.

Zhang Feng's thoughts went back to Chef Sun in front of him.

"You want to enter the Gourmet Association?"

"I don't want to enter anymore." Zhang Feng was in a bad mood, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, "I have more important things to do later."

"What's the matter?" Chef Sun asked.

Zhang Feng didn't speak, just watched others unload the goods.

After a few minutes, the unloading was finished.

Zhang Feng took the key from his waistband and walked towards his box truck.

(Backup, please be careful...Backup, please be careful...)

Backed the car out.

Zhang Feng drove to the opposite direction of the restaurant.

There were guns on the opposite side, which wasn't easy to deal with.

If he called the police, and the other party had something good, it might not necessarily be his.

After thinking about it, Zhang Feng finally looked at his old partner.

8-meter truck.

And more than 20 years of driving experience.

They wouldn't betray him.

Do everything by yourself, don't rely on others.

Afterwards, Zhang Feng stayed here.

Idle was also idle.

Zhang Feng also started to eat.

About a few minutes later, the round-faced man finished his meal, took a taxi from the roadside, and went towards the suburbs.

Zhang Feng stuffed the unfinished steamed bun in his hand into his mouth, shifted gears with one hand, and steered with the other, silently following.

...

He ran, Zhang Feng chased.

When he arrived in the outer suburbs.

A hundred meters away, the taxi stopped, the round-faced man got out of the car, as if he was going to do something here.

DiDi—

The taxi also went straight back to the city, without staying in this remote suburb.

These days, no one would stop a car on a deserted highway to make money, not to mention that the only one who stopped might be a robber who would make him pay.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng looked into the distance a few times, and waited for a few cars to pass by.

At this moment, there were no cars in front or behind on the highway.

Zhang Feng then didn't honk the horn, didn't turn on the turn signal, and directly slammed on the accelerator!

Boom—

The truck accelerated in a short time, and crashed straight into the back of the round-faced man!

At this moment, the round-faced man heard the sound of the car behind him, and frowned and looked back.

"Damn it! Are the natives in this world blind when driving?"

He cursed in a low voice, and then dodged to the right.

But at this time.

He saw in horror that the car was also turning the steering wheel towards the side he was dodging.

"He's going to hit me?"

Thump!

A muffled sound.

The round-faced man was hit by the high-speed truck and flew to the side, and the front of the car was dented a bit.

Kacha, his pistol was also knocked out and fell outside the highway.

"Bullseye."

Zhang Feng felt happy, and slowly stepped on the brakes.

(Backup, please be careful...)

Looking at the rearview mirror, calibrate the target on the ground.

Thump thump...

The car bumped slightly twice.

Zhang Feng felt that he should be dead, so he got out of the car and took a look, and found that the round-faced man's body was already twisted, but he wasn't dead, but his eyes revealed incomprehension and resentment.

But he was breathing more out than in.

'After all, it's killing someone, and there's still a long time in this world, so I have to clean up a bit.'

Zhang Feng thought to himself, and also rolled up his sleeves, preparing to destroy the body and eliminate the traces.

But in the next second, this person suddenly disappeared, and even the blood stains on the ground were gone.

Late at night, facing such a strange situation, even a normal person could be scared crazy.

Zhang Feng thought about it and felt it was good, at least he didn't have to clean up.

...

A minute later.

Another place in this province under the neon lights.

In a small alley.

[You were killed by a native in this world]

The round-faced man's figure gradually appeared here.

At the same time, his face was filled with incomprehension, anger, and even more heartache.

"Damn it! I was actually killed by a native?

Not only did I lose my gun, but I also lost a legendary resurrection item!

This is a treasure that I worked so hard to get!

Especially...especially...after he hit me, he even backed up and ran over me, and after running over me, he calmly got out of the car and wanted to destroy the body and eliminate the traces?

What the hell?!

Is he human? Doesn't he have any empathy?"

The round-faced man felt both terrified and gnashed his teeth, "He C3657, that middle-aged man, I've remembered you! Don't let me catch you!"