Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 422 1 Road to the North

It was still dark when Song Chunlin went out. The entire mansion was quiet and the city gate outside was not open yet. The guards took the token from his hand with some doubt, and after looking carefully, they immediately asked someone to open the door for him. After that, they returned the token to Song Chunlin respectfully.

Several people stood at the city gate and watched Song Chunlin's back gradually disappearing. Everyone under his command was curious about what token Song Chunlin was holding that could make their leader feel like he was facing a great enemy.

"Don't ask questions that are not your responsibility." Everyone's expressions froze when they heard this. They dared not mention the matter again and returned to their posts.

Song Chunlin walked for a distance out of the city, and when it was bright, he had turned into a remote path. Although it was remote, there were still many pedestrians on the road. They were all residents from the surrounding area who were going to the market in the capital. They all felt very strange when they saw Song Chunlin walking alone in the opposite direction of them.

"Whose boy is that? Why is he going out alone?"

"Don't meddle in other people's business. This guy doesn't seem to be a quiet person. If it were my guy, I would break his legs if he dared to go out on his own."

These people did not avoid others when they were discussing, and their voices all fell into Song Chunlin's ears. Song Chunlin suddenly realized that it was indeed a bit too high-profile for him to go out wearing men's clothes. He thought about finding some men's clothes to change into when he got to a place where there was no one.

They walked until noon. The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Song Chunlin hurried to the woods nearby. This part of the forest was uninhabited. The animals did not dare to approach because of Song Chunlin's mental pressure. So he found a shady place, changed his clothes first, and then took out food from the space to fill his stomach.

When he came out, Song Chunlin took a look at the area in the space where cooked food was stored. He always felt that the more he ate, the more these things seemed to be. Not only were there the ones he had stored before and after the end of the world, but there were also many that Song Qin and others usually stuffed into him. Even the specialties of Baita City and Linyuan City were not touched much.

Looking at the pile of things, Song Chunlin couldn't help but start to reflect on whether he had hoarded too much. Although the space storage would not spoil, he was afraid that he would not be able to finish eating so many things in his lifetime. Moreover, he didn't know whether the space thing could be passed on to the next person. Wouldn't all these things be wasted by then?

Thinking of this, Song Chunlin simply started to connect with Dabao across the space. Poor Dabao was eating the roasted chicken leg given to him by his Uncle Lu, and was suddenly connected with Song Chunlin. He was so scared that the chicken leg almost got stuck in his throat.

"Ahem... I was wondering why you suddenly came online? Didn't you say you were going north? Why are you back so soon?"

Dabao took a sip of water and swallowed the chicken leg, then gave Uncle Fu, who was worried about him, a smile to indicate that he was fine.

Fu Nian gently smoothed his back and told him to eat slowly. If it wasn't enough, he could ask Lu Ming to grill more for him.

Dabao quickly said that he was full: "Really, I've already eaten two, I want to go out for a walk to digest the food."

"Well, go ahead. Be careful not to drop it." Fu Nian gave a few worried reminders. Dabao had already run out, and Fu Nian laughed.

"This child is still so impatient."

Lu Ming: "He's still young. He'll be fine in a few years when he grows up."

Fu Nian was a little skeptical: "Really?"

Dabao didn't walk far after he went out. He came to the ridge of the field next to the house. At this time, everyone had gone back to eat, and there were not many people in the fields. Dabao heard Song Chunlin's question clearly while gnawing on a chicken leg.

He chewed on the chicken bone and thought for a moment before replying to Song Chunlin, "What you said is not impossible to achieve, but the prerequisite is that the child has the same bloodline as you. Moreover, the magical tools of our immortal family are all based on chance. Otherwise, they would not have chosen you as the heir among so many descendants of the Song family to inherit."

That's true. Otherwise, why couldn't Grandpa Song open the space? And his father in his previous life couldn't open the space either. It wasn't just the chance, but also a very important point: the timing was wrong.

Song Chunlin was the last descendant of the Song family in his previous life, and then the end of the world came. He did not survive the end of the world, and the Song family was cut off in his generation. So in fact, Song Chunlin was not the most suitable successor, but just because he happened to be the last one.

This truth was a bit heartbreaking, but Dabao added: "In fact, compared with the Song family of this era, the original owner of your body is the most suitable one. Others are not suitable."

Song Chunlin: "Hiss~ Is that so harsh? What about the new additions to my family in recent years? Do you think they are okay?"

Dabao shook his head decisively: "They can't."

Song Chunlin still doesn't know what Dabao's so-called judgment criteria are. He won't tell you when asked, he will only tell you whether it is okay or not. Song Chunlin feels that it should be similar to the so-called spiritual roots. Even though several younger generations in their family grew up in spiritual spring water, they still don't have spiritual roots. It seems that this spiritual root is really rare in a thousand years.

After disconnecting from Dabao, Song Chunlin couldn't eat anymore. He packed up and summoned vines to travel through the mountains and forests, crossing over mountains and hills. He arrived at his destination half a day earlier than expected.

Looking at the border town in the north, Song Chunlin did not go down immediately. He found a sheltered place on the surrounding mountains, set up his tent, and prepared to have a good rest and set off early tomorrow.

It was a rare moment of rest, and Song Chunlin's eyes drifted over the cooked food. Finally, he decided to take out a portion of fried chicken and beer, and drink two cans in the sunset.

There are not so many lush plants on the mountains here. It is just spring here and the weeds have just started to emerge. As night falls, the temperature gradually drops below zero. Song Chunlin takes out the stove and lights the charcoal fire to keep warm. He then takes a teapot, pours in milk tea and puts it aside to keep warm. He doesn't need to sleep at night, but he still takes out a recliner and a quilt, wraps himself tightly and lies on it, looking at the stars in the sky, and closes his eyes unconsciously.

The surrounding vines unconsciously gathered around, providing windbreak for the owner and also blocking part of the view, making it impossible to see the fire here.

This time, Song Chunlin closed his eyes to rest until the second half of the night. When he opened his eyes, his vision was clear. He took two sips of the warm milk tea beside him, and then ate two buns to fill his stomach. After Song Chunlin had eaten and drunk his fill, it was not until the hour of Yin, which was three o'clock in the morning. At this time, the ancients were still asleep, but for Song Chunlin, this time was just right.

After putting all the things away, Song Chunlin checked the road conditions and found that there was a large uninhabited area ahead, but the prerequisite was to cross the hill and stay away from the border town.

So he commanded the vines to take him down the mountain. Only when he reached the foot of the mountain did he take out his motorcycle and ride it all the way north.