Wang Ye ran about fifty kiloters, entered a small path, and arrived at a county town.
On the roadside, he could see a couple of local supermarkets and restaurants opened by county residents, along with many fields and water buffaloes raised by the locals.
The houses and lifestyles here were reminiscent of the last century, giving Wang Ye, who had just co from Shenzhen, a disorienting sense of ti disparity.
Old county residents carrying farming tools or leading water buffaloes on the roadside cast strange looks at Wang Ye’s travel-worn appearance.
Ignoring these stares, Wang Ye walked along the road for a while, then pushed open a restaurant door, found the owner, and asked:
"Boss, can I borrow a socket? I have five power banks that are out of battery."
The owner made a peace sign and said, "Twenty bucks, half an hour, no bargaining."
"Thanks." Wang Ye pulled out so cash from his bag and handed it to the owner. The price was clearly the owner’s way of fleecing tourists, commonly called "scalping monkeys," but as this was the only restaurant for miles, there was no choice but to comply. No wonder the owner was so arrogant.
Then Wang Ye took out the five power banks from his bag, connected them one by one to the charging slots.
After plugging in, he placed his backpack on a chair and picked up the nu to order twelve dishes.
Among them were seven at dishes and six vegetable dishes, totalling a little over four hundred bucks.
Slightly cheaper than over in the Futian District of Shenzhen, though not by much.
In places like these county town restaurants by the highway, so would have dual nus for locals and outsiders. For instance, a local ordering stir-fried greens might pay only fifteen yuan. An outsider ordering the sa dish, however, might pay twenty-five yuan.
But having recently received a hefty amount in bonuses, Wang Ye wasn’t short on cash, so he didn’t mind too much.
The owner’s eyes lit up seeing Wang Ye order so many dishes, and he hurried to the kitchen to cook, using fish and vegetables of unknown storage duration, handled on a mold-stained cutting board, and stir-frying them in hot oil.
His cooking speed was neither fast nor slow, and after about twenty minutes, all the dishes were served.
Wang Ye glanced over the twelve dishes on the table, quickly assessing the chef’s culinary skills as very average. Based on system classification, the owner’s cooking skill level was about lv1-lv2, lower than that of a night market vendor’s spicy stir-fried rice with Laoganma.
"Poor hygiene, poor cooking skill..."
Slightly disappointed, Wang Ye wasn’t too picky, knowing such conniving locals fleecing tourists with poor service happens everywhere. With a light sigh, he tore open a set of disposable chopsticks, scooped a bowl of rice, and began to eat. Ultimately, these als, no matter how bad, couldn’t possibly be worse than the dry, tasteless compressed biscuits and protein bars he’d eaten in the past days.
As Wang Ye started moving his chopsticks,
the full plates of at and vegetables began to rapidly diminish.
His chopstick speed nearly left afterimages.
Sitting aside, the owner, initially thinking Wang Ye had ordered too much food, couldn’t help but click his tongue seeing his rapid eating pace.
"Wow, can all young hikers eat this much?"
Just as Wang Ye focused intently on enjoying his al,
an old yellow dog suddenly sniffed its way to Wang Ye’s feet, then sat down wagging its tail, tongue lolling, eagerly eyeing the at dishes on the table.
It seed to be the restaurant owner’s dog, hoping to mooch so food off Wang Ye.
Wang Ye casually picked up a piece of braised pork from a plate and tossed it to the ground, intending to shoo the old yellow dog away.
But the dog, after a couple of chomps, continued sitting, gazing at Wang Ye’s table.
"Insatiable greed,"
Wang Ye squinted, skillfully contracting his pupils into vertical slits.
A strong magnetic force instantly surged toward the old yellow dog like a wave.
The dog, sharply sensing danger, yelped in fright,
and dashed off out of the restaurant.
The owner, having never seen the old yellow dog so scared, raised his head in suspicion.
"So this is the bloodline suppression of an apex predator in the food chain." Wang Ye acted unconcerned, thoughtfully eating another mouthful of rice.
It’s said that the magnetic force carried by many apex predators in the food chain exerts a strong pressure on sensitive creatures, such as hyenas and sparrows.
In traditional Chinese culture, there’s even a saying that wearing a tiger bone can easily scare local dogs away, never daring to trouble you again, due to the residual magnetic force and intimidation from the tiger bone. The phrase "corpse cold, remnant power remains" explains this. However, tiger bones that have been dead for too long gradually lose effectiveness, as the residual force and magnetic power fade over ti.
Wang Ye now being able to scare away the old yellow dog with re thought must follow the sa principle.
But for humans, such mind-driven deterrence has a minimal effect, as humans have a weak perception of magnetic force.
Many wild animals’ sensitivity to magnetic force is over ten tis that of humans. So most wild beasts have a sense of impending danger, even fleeing before natural disasters strike.
If not for Wang Ye gaining the perception enhancent from Tai Chi.
He might still be unable to accurately detect the existence of magnetic force.
But Wang Ye suspected, beyond the sixth sense of magnetism, there might also be a seventh, eighth, or even ninth sense. He knew that currently in the cosmos, 75% was dark energy and 23% was dark matter, with only 2% of conventional energy matter observable by human instrunts. The sixth sense of magnetism was definitely not Wang Ye’s final stop.
Thinking and eating, Wang Ye quickly cleared the dishes from the table.
He handed the owner four red bills,
picked up the five fully charged power banks, and stuffed them into his bag.
Then walked out of the restaurant, ready to continue his journey.
Due to so roads prohibiting foot travel, Wang Ye frequently had to weave through isolated paths to reach the next section of the highway.
Encountering a muddy pathway like a swamp, Wang Ye had no choice but to use his Throwing Skill to hurl his backpack over, then employ the Light Body Technique to leap across. While this technique was commonplace for him, for ordinary folks, the visual impact was surely significant. Anyone witnessing this scene would definitely exclaim "Lightweight Water Floating Technique."
Currently, Wang Ye’s Qi Lifting and Light Body had been stabilized, able to maintain for over five hours easily.
If he fully exerted his Qi Lifting and Light Body, he could even achieve a five-second hang ti in a jump. If the descent rate was a bit slower, it would be no different from bouncing on the moon.
Reaching the small path on the county outskirts, Wang Ye, taking advantage of the solitude, planned to use the Light Body Technique to cross a rice paddy.
He first threw his 50-pound backpack over, then aid for a landing point ten ters away, launched into a jump, reaching about 2.5 ters in height.
He then spread his arms, trying to maintain balance, using the upward magnetic force, gradually gliding forward, much like a wild goose slowly descending through the air.
As he adjusted his posture, his body suddenly felt several tis lighter, the originally five-second hang ti during gliding dramatically increasing.
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