48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng did not surf the Internet, so he did not know that the three major guilds had already reached an agreement to look for him.

However, even if he did not surf the internet, he could still guess the attitude of others towards him after his identity was exposed. This was also the reason why he had split up with Fan Meinan, Han Lu, and the others early on, it was also the reason why he had only asked Shen Xixi to help him get rid of the sniper at Fu Lou, but she had stopped him from going any further and continued to help him with other things.

This was because Zhang Heng knew very well that what awaited him was going to be an escape.

Since it was an escape, one more person and one less person wouldn't make much of a difference. On the contrary, it would drag everyone else down with it.

From the moment he made up his mind, he had already embarked on an extremely dangerous path. This journey would be more arduous than any of his previous ones, even Zhang Heng himself did not know what awaited him at the end of the road, but since he had already made his choice, he would follow this road to the end, even if it was a bottomless abyss.

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However, Zhang Heng did not know where he was.

He had followed the muddy path into the mountains four hours ago. After that, he even drove past a cliff and fell into the valley on the other side of the road.

There was still a section of road in the middle that had been washed away by the landslide two days ago. However, Zhang Heng had used his outstanding driving skills to drive the polo through the ruins of the road bit by bit, it was also at this point that he came across a small village.

Zhang Heng did not stop. Amidst the cheers and chases of the small ghosts, he passed through the middle of the village and continued to drive deeper into the mountains. At this time, the road in front of him could not even be called a road anymore, at most, it was a path made by humans and animals. Zhang Heng drove another two kilometers on this road and met a farmer who had just finished working in the fields and was heading home.

The farmer put down the head he was carrying on his shoulder and kindly reminded Zhang Heng, "Little Brother, there's no more road ahead."

"Thank you, I'm just taking a stroll,"Zhang Heng said politely.

"It's getting late, it's time to go home,"the farmer advised. "Your parents are waiting for you too, don't let them worry."

"I know,"Zhang Heng said. "I'll go back after I'm done with the matters at hand."

"Sigh."Seeing that he couldn't stop the farmer, he could only sigh and watch the polo disappear into the night.

Although it was already night, it didn't really affect Zhang Heng much. After putting on the [ filter lens ] , the 300 meters in front of him was like daytime to him, however, after driving for about seven kilometers, Zhang Heng finally stopped the car.

It wasn't that he didn't want to drive, but there was really no road in front of him.

To his left was a cliff, to his right was a dense forest, and in front of him was a stream. Although it was called a stream, it could actually be called a river. Zhang Heng got out of the car and measured the water depth, he knew that his polo would be there no matter what, and if he wasn't careful, he might even be washed off the cliff.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng didn't look dejected. He turned around and walked back to the car. He took out his laptop with a SIM card, but when he opened it, he couldn't find any internet signal.

Zhang Heng changed his position and angle a few more times. After confirming that this wasn't just one place, he put his laptop away. At that moment, he heard a noise coming from the forest beside him.

Zhang Heng turned around and looked at the source of the noise. To his surprise, it wasn't a beast, but an old man lying on the ground, motionless.

Zhang Heng took out the [ hidden scabbard ] from the trunk and walked toward the old man lying on the ground. After a simple check, he released his grip on the hilt of the knife. The old man looked like a villager from the nearby village, he looked like he was in his eighties. He had fallen from the mountain and hit his head somewhere along the way. One of his legs was probably fractured as well.

Zhang Heng helped him reattach his broken leg and fixed it with a wooden board and rope. He also used iodophor to disinfect and bandage the wound caused by the tree branches and stones, however, Zhang Heng had no other choice but to feed him some water and place him in the back seat of Polo's car.

The old man woke up two hours later. When he opened his eyes and saw where he was, he looked a little frightened. He struggled to get up, waving his hands around and slapping the glass, but he did not pull the car door handle, finally, Zhang Heng opened the car door and said to him, "Don't move, especially that injured leg of yours. Be careful not to become a cripple in the future."

The old man seemed to understand his words and finally stopped struggling. So, Zhang Heng brought him a bottle of mineral water and a box of supermarket best friends. "Have something to eat. I'll send you home in the morning."

The old man did not tear open the box of best friend. Instead, he stuffed it into his arms. Zhang Heng was afraid that the old man would not understand what he was saying, so he even showed him how to tear off the packaging. In the end, the old man nodded and shook his head, fortunately, he opened the bottle of mineral water and gulped it down.

At this point, Zhang Heng could tell that the old man did not have much contact with the outside world. Then, the old man pointed at his mouth and waved his hand. Zhang Heng immediately realized that the old man was probably a mute.

However, seeing that the old man might not be able to give his address, Zhang Heng was not in a hurry. "When I entered the mountain, I passed by a village. There should be someone there who knows you. Why don't I Send You There Tomorrow?"

In the end, the old man waved his hand again. Then, he seemed to want to get out of the car. Seeing this, Zhang Heng also went up to give him a hand and carried him out of the car. The old man pointed at the forest where Zhang Heng found him.

"Is your home there?"Zhang Heng turned around and asked.

The old man nodded this time.

Zhang Heng was a little surprised. He had thought that the old man had come into the mountain to pick firewood or to dig for wild vegetables, but he had not expected the old man to live here, this place was more than ten miles away from the previous village. Moreover, the previous village was already isolated enough that it was quite close to the depths of the mountains.

From the looks of the children chasing the car, there weren't many visitors in that place normally, but at least there was electricity and water. However, there wasn't even a telephone pole in sight. It was hard to imagine that most of the cities were filled with shopping malls, even with Starbucks and mcdonald's everywhere, there would still be people living in such a natural environment.

"Is there anyone else besides you in this mountain?"Zhang Heng asked curiously.

The old man nodded again.

"How many households are there?"

The old man shook his head again.

"Are you the only one in this place? How many people are there in your family, Father?"

Hearing this, the old man stretched out two fingers.