Chapter 358

Ning Chen saw Zhang Xiao Nian sit up, walked over immediately, and asked, "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Zhang Xiao Nian held his head, nodded, and said, "Much better than before, just a little bit of swelling in the head."

Ning Chen nodded.

Then he took Zhang Xiao Nian out of that shop.

The environment inside the motorhome is far better than here.

Resting inside the bedroom will be enough.

Before leaving.

That shopkeeper looked at Ning Chen's back and suddenly said, "We believe in the religion of the gods; that Mangshan is a holy mountain in our eyes, with gods dwelling within it. Many people also say they encountered strange things up there."

"If you encounter them too, do not pay any attention; just do your own thing."

After hearing this, Ning Chen's figure paused, then he said without turning his head, "I know, thank you."

Then.

The two left the shop door.

That shopkeeper sighed, then showed a smile.

Made another profit today!

243. (3/5) In an instant, the Shark Platform was exploded!

Ning Chen took Zhang Xiao Nian back to the motorhome.

Then he put the things he had just bought aside.

He let Zhang Xiao Nian lie on the bed to rest.

At the same time.

Ning Chen very considerately placed a portable oxygen respirator beside Zhang Xiao Nian.

To prevent her from experiencing altitude sickness again.

Ning Chen returned to the driver's seat.

He took a deep breath.

Then.

The motorhome started.

And began to move slowly onto the road.

Ning Chen's eyes looked at the road ahead.

But his mind was thinking of something else.

To be precise.

He was thinking of a person,

More precisely.

He was recalling.

Those gilded years.

Once lost, they cannot be regained.

He had thought countless times about doing something.

But it seemed.

No matter what he did, it was of no use.

If one always thinks about the beginning, that person will fall into idleness.

Always indulging in the past is not good.

Everyone knows this truth.

How many vagrants became vagrants because of some past changes?

Do they really like wandering?

It is nothing more than living painfully in the past.

The sky gradually grew dark.

Ning Chen turned on the lights inside the car.

The warm-colored lights instantly pierced through the dark film.

Driving them out of the car.

However.

These lights seemed unable to reach Ning Chen.

He drove the motorhome slowly.

His eyes were deep and dim.

It seemed.

He was not driving.

But had fallen into his own spiritual world.

Scenes from the past.

Like the waves of the sea, crashed against Ning Chen's heart.

That was an abyss of pain.

It was endless torment.

These did not come from some hell or a tragic past.

But.

Former memories.

Whether arguments or certain things.

In fact.

Those beautiful things.

Are what exists now.

The most tormenting.

Memories are like waves.

A person is within them.

Swallowed by them.

At their mercy.

Helpless.

Didn't know how long it had been driving.

Ning Chen looked toward that mountain.

Once.

There was a person.

Who wanted to come up this mountain to take a look.

Now.

The mountain remains.

The person is gone.

Past thoughts and hopes.

Until now.

Only a lone, solitary person remains.

Mangshan is covered by a layer of clouds.

Its peak cannot be seen clearly.

For no reason.

A feeling beyond description rose in his heart.

Perhaps it was loneliness.

Perhaps it was desolation.

Ning Chen now remained silent, saying nothing.