Chapter 1
Feng Bujue circled around the wreckage of the car for a while, but couldn't think of a way to climb the cliff, so he had to find another path.

At this moment, Brother Jue had lost his extraordinary skills to reach the heavens and earth, lost all kinds of supernatural skills and equipment, and even lost the most basic survival tools. As an ordinary person, being in this kind of valley dense forest is undoubtedly very dangerous.

Feng Bujue didn't know if there were any other bad rules in this script, such as players must drink water and eat, otherwise they would starve to death (by the way, Feng Bujue was in sleep mode when he first played this script)... If there really was such a setting, based on his years of watching "Man vs. Wild", Brother Jue would probably only live half a day longer than ordinary people...

"So, the only option is to move forward blindly based on intuition..." Feng Bujue muttered as he walked through the forest.

This was also a helpless move. With his current physical ability, even climbing a tree to look around was as difficult as ascending to heaven. Even if he really climbed up, it would be very dangerous to stick his head out of the canopy to make a peeking motion. He didn't have any protective measures on his body, and he might die if his feet slipped.

However, things developed more smoothly than expected.

After a difficult trek of pushing aside branches and leaves for twenty minutes, a small stream appeared in front of Feng Bujue. Looking up, the forest on the opposite bank was much sparser than on this side, and a ready-made path could be vaguely seen in the forest.

Brother Jue came to the stream, looked around, and after confirming that there were no wild animals or anything like that nearby, he cautiously squatted down, washed his face, and took a few sips of water.

Judging from the dryness in his throat and the significant sense of fatigue, the character he was playing in this script definitely needed to eat, drink, and rest. Only the setting for going to the toilet still didn't exist, because there was no way to take off his pants.

After replenishing his water and resting for a while, Feng Bujue set off again.

Although he hadn't encountered any danger since the car explosion, Feng Bujue's cautious personality and fear of nightmare mode still made him pay attention to everything and proceed step by step. Therefore, he was still careful when wading across the small stream, which was only knee-deep and less than five meters wide.

After arriving at the opposite bank, he dried his feet with the hem of his suit, put on his shoes and socks, and then walked along the path.

"Um... judging from the reflection in the water, my appearance is still my own." While acting, his mind was constantly thinking, "All the pockets on my body are empty, and there are no embroidered badges or marks on any part that can be turned over and looked at. So... what is the name of this great detective..."

While thinking, the path under his feet became clearer, but the surrounding terrain became steeper. Looking back, the forest behind him was already below the height he was at now.

In this way, he walked for nearly half an hour. After passing through a pine forest, the surrounding terrain became flatter, and soon, a highway appeared in front of him.

Feng Bujue walked a few steps quickly, came to the road, and looked at the telephone poles by the roadside, feeling an unspeakable sense of intimacy. It would be even more intimate if there were a few small advertisements on those telephone poles.

In fact, he had gone around in a big circle, just returning from the bottom of the valley to the height of the highway.

Woo—

After walking along the highway for a while, the sound of a car driving came from a distance.

Feng Bujue looked back and saw a rather flamboyant red convertible sports car driving towards him.

Without any hesitation, he stood directly in the middle of the road, opened his feet, raised his hands high, posing in a "big" shape, with an attitude of "just run me over if you don't give me a ride."

"Hey! Help!" After the car got closer, Feng Bujue waved his arms and shouted loudly.

The car was occupied by a middle-aged couple, both white. Both their clothing and the vehicle they were driving were models from the mid-twentieth century.

The other party was naturally worried about someone stopping the car in this desolate place, but upon closer inspection, the person stopping the car was thin, unarmed, and although his clothes were dirty, he was still dressed like a decent person. Moreover, he was shouting "help" loudly, so he must have really encountered some trouble.

So, the sports car slowly decelerated and stopped on the side of the road. The gentleman in the driver's seat said to his wife, "Stay in the car, Carol."

"Be careful, Dennis," his wife urged.

Dennis opened the car door, got out, and walked to a distance of about two meters from Feng Bujue, and said, "Sir, what's the matter?"

Feng Bujue looked at the man in front of him. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and around forty years old. He was burly, with brown hair and blue eyes, and a small mustache. He was wearing a beige short-sleeved t-shirt and white slacks, and his leather shoes were polished brightly. A blue sweater was draped over his shoulders, with the sleeves tied in front of his chest. This way of dressing was already outdated in Feng Bujue's era, so he was even more certain that this script was set in the twentieth century.

"Uh... yes, sir, I had a car accident," Feng Bujue replied.

"What? A car accident?" Dennis looked at Feng Bujue, "What happened? Are you injured?"

"I'm fine," Feng Bujue said, "But my car was wrecked and rolled down the side of the highway. I walked for about an hour to climb up from the bottom of the valley and found this highway." He revealed some information as logically as possible to dispel the other party's doubts in order to gain trust, "Please forgive my abrupt behavior standing in the middle of the road, but I really need someone to give me a ride."

"I see." Dennis seemed to have lowered his guard and took a step closer, "Don't worry, buddy, I'm happy to help."

"That's really great. Thank you so much," Feng Bujue said. His speech was polite and normal at this time.

Dennis led Feng Bujue to the side of the car and pointed to the woman in the car to introduce, "This is my wife, Carol." He turned his face to his wife and gestured towards Feng Bujue with his hand, "This..."

"Feng Bujue." Feng Bujue directly said his real name, wanting to test the NPC's reaction.

"This Mr. Feng had a car accident and wants a ride," Dennis continued naturally. It seemed that the system had corrected the influence of factors such as name and appearance on the NPCs.

"Oh, that's terrible, are you injured?" Carol asked.

The lady sitting in the car was wearing a red woolen coat. She had blue eyes and black hair, and could not be described as beautiful. The contours of her face were slightly strange. Although she was heavily made up, the years didn't seem very kind to this forty-year-old woman, and the thick foundation couldn't cover all the wrinkles in the end.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Madam," Feng Bujue replied, while quickly getting into the back seat. Even if the other party wanted to change their mind at this time, it was too late; there was no way to get this guy out of the car.

"Mr. Feng." Dennis got into the driver's seat and said, turning his head, "My wife and I are going to a family gathering at our villa in the mountains. It's not far from here. If you don't mind, come to the villa with us first. There's a telephone there, and we can notify your family or friends to pick you up."

"I am truly grateful," Feng Bujue said, "I haven't asked for your name yet, Sir..."

"Lovecraft." Dennis replied, starting the engine, "Dennis Lovecraft."