A self-drawn map is not surprising, but it is a map of the Dark Continent, whose value is immeasurable and has the same value ratio as the information recorded in Luo Nianshu.

Dong wrote a few strokes and outlined the general outline of the Ashes Forest.

This seems not to be a superb painting skill, but a feeling that can be directly connected to the structure.

First, draw the structure with a few strokes, then draw the template with a few strokes, and finally, you still fill in the details. A corner of the map was drawn like this. Although the details were lacking, it was quite vivid.

From the whole process of Dong's pen to the end of the pen, it can be seen that Dong's painting skills are not even in the entry-level, but he can draw the map so brightly.

This is because his word "Divine" is at the master level.

The more proficient in the word "scientific" word, the more you will master "structure".

In itself, the birth of the word "Divine" is a technique of first building a structure and then filling in details.

If the level of building a structure is too weak, even if the ability to fill in details is strong, the profit ratio of the word "Shen" will be lower than the horizontal line.

After drawing the ashes forest, Dong looked up again in silence and stared at the distance.

The surroundings were quiet, silent, and dead.

Suddenly, Dong sighed and said to himself: "It's another dead end."

He said, put away the black pen, took out a red pen, drew a circle in the ashes forest, then put it all away, turned the direction and left the place.

There are too many places that humans cannot go to, and there are countless Dark Continents.

No one can go to the deepest part of the sea, so no one can travel the entire dark continent.

There is a dead end, because humans are not gods, there will always be things that cannot be done and there will always be places where they cannot adapt.

Just like the magma waves in the underground world and the world trees with countless gate gods are places where East can only view from afar but cannot access. This is the same for Luo, who is also a human being.

If there are many places that can be accessed, there will be places that cannot be accessed.

If there is a way, anyone will be unable to hold back and want to find out.

However, the more places you have been to, the more you can feel the insignificance of being a human being.

The withered yellow leaves fall to the ground, buried deep in the soil without any trace. A grass will grow in the sun in the coming year.

So, one inch under your feet and one wisp of time will always be on the way back

The sunset is setting, and dusk is approaching.

There were people coming and going on the street, and some garbage was scattered on the ground, and they were stepped on by their feet.

The shouts came from the street to the end of the street, and sewage flowed into the sewer along the drainage outlet on the street. Next to the raised iron rod, there were broken lunch boxes and empty drink cans.

A dirty kitten came to the drainage outlet, lowered his head and added sewage. Suddenly, it made its hair explode. It jumped and quickly rushed into the alley and disappeared.

The place where the sound came was a restaurant stall, which was not eye-catching in this street with a poor sanitation environment, but the business was good, with about ten tables and chairs almost filling people.

There is no trash can under the table and chair, so you can see a lot of paper cigarette boxes and other garbage at a glance.

"Boss, the TV is broken again."

There is an antenna TV right in front of the table and chairs.

A middle-aged man with a little alcoholic expression on his face pressed his hands on the TV buttocks and muttered to the boss who was cooking in the dining car.

The sound that scared the kitten just now was made by this middle-aged man who shot the TV.

In the dining car, the boss didn't raise his head, his voice was a little thick, and he said, "It's not broken, just take a few more shots."

"Oh, understand." The middle-aged man touched his palm, as if he was about to pat a woman's butt, and made two consecutive strikes at the TV's butt.

The TV vibrated, and the snowflakes on the screen were still making diacritical sounds.

The middle-aged man hooked his eyebrows, but it made another happen, but there was no improvement.

"Get out of the way, I have to do this job." A shirtless young man stood up and came to the TV. He squirted a few spits that made the middle-aged man take a few steps back.

Under the expectant gaze, the young man slowly raised his right hand, with a pilgrimage-like expression on his face, as if he was praying.

Bang!

A palm fell without warning.

The picture suddenly popped up on the TV screen, and a smug smile appeared on the young man's face.

This hot TV needs to be controlled by a young and strong believer like him.

“Good!”

In an instant, applause resounded throughout the street.

The restaurant stall owner turned a deaf ear and focused on stir-frying hot dishes.

The TV screen came out, but the sound disappeared.

"Why is there no sound?" said the slightly drunk middle-aged man strangely.

The young man was also surprised, and then saw a line that fell to the ground, cut him a look, and said, "You've just slapped the sound line."

As he said that, the young man picked up a plug wire that fell to the ground and carefully put it into the TV's butt.

After a moment, the sound came out.

"Now, a local news is broadcast for you. The church members of the Yolu City Diocese are kneeling on the streets. It is reported that twenty minutes ago, the sky above the diocese was covered by a shadow, which lasted for about ten seconds."

"The church members felt panic when they saw the strange phenomenon approaching, and then they spontaneously went to the street to repent."

"At present, it is not clear why the shadows are formed. Next, please transfer to the on-site interview with our reporter."

As the TV screen turned, a beautiful female reporter holding a microphone stood in front of the camera, and many people were kneeling on the street behind her.

Next to the female reporter, there was an excited boy standing, his hands drooping, moving around, demonstrating his master's emotions.

"Hello, as a witness, what was the shadow you saw at that time?" The female reporter handed the microphone to the boy.

"I saw it, the whole sky turned dark, I know what that was." The boy's face turned red and he shouted excitedly: "It's ufo! I swear, it's definitely ufo!"

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The female reporter smiled and took off the microphone and walked to the side. The camera rotated very well.

"Believe me, it's really ufo!"

The boy's voice came in from the camera, and it disappeared in less than a few seconds.

The female reporter took a few steps and walked towards her an old man holding a telescope. Out of professional habits, she came to the old man and started a new live interview.

"You're looking for the right person. I was looking at the stars from the hillside, and I could see clearly." The old man's breasts opened a crack, and there was a slight smell of wine in his breath.

The female reporter was shocked and hurriedly asked about the following.

The audience in front of the TV also held their breath and waited.

The old man shook the telescope in his hand and said excitedly: "With my eyesight and with this professional equipment, I can see the true face of the shadow clearly. It is a super big bird!"

"And, there was a person standing on the bird's head!"

The old man may have felt that the description was not in place and compared several actions.

The female reporter glanced at the old man's little eyes, then looked at the telescope that had no appearance and professionalism at all. She showed a polite smile to the old man and said, "I feel your cooperation."

The camera moves again, capturing the next interviewer.

After several interviews, there were many different opinions. Some people said it was a climate relationship, while others said it was a miracle...

The audience around the TV couldn't help but discuss it.

With the experience of local journalists, this matter can only be used as a topic of conversation after cooking, and it will take a few days to get a hot topic.

However, two days later, a video shot on the spot was thrown on the Internet and after several fermentation, it became popular.
Chapter completed!