Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Wet poison, Uttar Pradesh.

Most of the administrative divisions in the world named simply by location have a relatively astonishing land area, and the damp and poisonous Uttar Pradesh not only has an area half the size of the country, but also has an exaggerated population of 200 million.

However, the vast majority of the 200 million people are engaged in agricultural production, which is enough to support their families. As for making a fortune, there is no need to count on it.

"Beep beep!!!"

Four-wheeled, three-wheeled, two-wheeled, intact, damaged, doorless, all kinds of vehicles are shuttling through the wet streets, and the piercing horns are resounding non-stop. If you live on both sides of the road, Being able to sleep soundly is definitely a skill.

San Zan originally thought that he would appear abrupt when he was in Shidu, but the situation was exactly the opposite.

His whole body was tightly wrapped in old clothes, and his half-exposed face was covered with black dust. Fortunately, there was no hair after the fire, otherwise it would have solidified into disgusting strands after driving for days.

But there is no shortage of figures like him on the streets of the damp and poisonous town, especially in the slums. Some are forced by life, some are mentally abnormal, and some are practitioners of unknown sects.

Under the background of colleagues, the three burials are at most non-mainstream among the crowd, and have not attracted too many people's attention.

"We can't continue running when we get here." San Zan sighed.

Getting from Lucia to Shidu was more troublesome than he had imagined. The crowds along the way became more and more dense, and his speed had to be reduced.

Moreover, the path that he waded out was very obvious. San Zan estimated that most of them had already been discovered by now. I don’t know how many people would be frightened by this path that suddenly appeared. This is really a crime.

"Want to drink sugarcane juice?" Seeing him standing here for a long time, a street vendor tentatively asked.

While speaking, the peddler shook the juicer in his hand.

He first puts the peeled sugarcane into the drum at one end of the machine, then shakes the mechanical arm to squeeze out the sugarcane juice, and finally puts it in a disposable plastic cup on the chopping board, which is an authentic wet poison Flavored sugar cane juice.

"No, thank you."

The hawker speaks curry-flavored English, while Sanburi is sushi-flavored.

If it is up to Britons to distinguish which English is more understandable, curry-flavored English will be even better.

Listening to the English spoken by San Zan, the peddler was slightly taken aback.

This accent doesn't sound like a local, but judging by his attire, he should be an ascetic wandering from other places.

"It's free, here you are." The peddler smiled and handed over the sugarcane juice on the chopping board, "I admire ascetics like you the most."

"This, thank you, thank you." San Zan took the sugarcane juice in surprise, clasped his hands together and showed a sincere smile on his face.

Although most Shidu people believe in Shidu religion, Buddhists are almost extinct, but the etiquette of putting hands together has long been deeply rooted in the customs of Shidu people, or the etiquette of putting hands together may be the etiquette of the ancestors of Shidu at the earliest, and it was later developed. into Buddhism.

After drinking this cup of sweet sugarcane juice, San Zan only felt extremely comfortable. It doesn't matter to him whether the roadside stall is clean or not, and whether it is clear or not. Anyway, with a non-human extraordinary body, there is no way for him to eat ordinary things.

Although most of the peddler believed in the Shishi religion, San Zan still sincerely prayed and blessed him.

But it should not be too late, now that he has arrived in the damp and poisonous Uttar Pradesh, not far from the Land of Water and Water, if it is too late, things will change, and if something irreversible happens because of a little delay, it will be all in vain.

After a short rest, the Three Burials disappeared in the vast crowd.

Many things become easier after arriving at Shidu, not only the clothes on the body and the incomprehensible temperament, but also it is very convenient to go out and talk and identify landmarks when you have mastered English, but if you meet a villager in the country and say Indy In the native language, San Zan would be caught blind with a wry smile.

He quickly shuttled through the city, looking for his target.

"Woooo!!" The whistle of the train sounded not far away, and San Zan showed joy on his face.

This is what he was looking for!

There are trains moving slowly on the train track ahead, and there are no guardrails or gullies outside the track.

The track is laid on the vast land, from the plains to the mountains, connecting the human community together economically and militarily. Although the speed of less than 100 kilometers per hour is not enough in front of other modern means of transportation, taking a train in wet poison The 'advantage' is that the brave don't have to buy a ticket.

The speed of the train just started is slow, and it needs to travel a certain distance before it can be accelerated to a speed of 70 to 80 kilometers per hour.

I saw a few young men with nimble hands and feet grabbing the protrusion outside the carriage like a poisonous wild monkey, and then climbing up effortlessly, turning over and climbing to the top of the carriage.

From this point of view, he is a veteran who is proficient in this way, and he can't reach such a level of smoothness without hard work.

Some people hang on the train to evade fares, while others think that the inside of the train is too crowded, so they choose this kind of "open-air" carriage.

San Zan looked at the train number and found a train heading east. This train should be able to reach the Shidu State mentioned by the tall figure in the underground world.

"Amitabha, sin, really sin."

This is the first time for Sanbuan to do fare evasion, but he acted urgently. I believe the Buddha would not blame him for the little mistakes he made in order to save the common people.

The train bound for the east has been gradually speeding up, and some wet and poisonous people who didn't have time to catch the train also stopped and gave up their bold ideas.

But Sanbu did not give up, he took two long legs, and his speed increased even more than that of the train.

"Is that man chasing the train?"

"If you can't catch up, even if you catch up, you can't catch it at such a fast speed."

"This guy runs so fast, is he an athlete?"

This wet and poisonous person remembered that when those Olympic sprint champions talked about their childhood in interviews, they would say that they liked to race cars. Could it be that the ascetic-looking man not far away was some kind of track and field athlete?

After keeping parallel with the train for a second or two, Sanbu suddenly leaped towards the train with one side of his body, and the height he brought up in one jump was comparable to that of a high jumper.

This is the result of his deliberate suppression of strength, otherwise he would be able to jump to the top of the carriage in a blink of an eye.

With the blessing of his strong physique, he can complete jaw-dropping moves without any profound skills.

"Okay, so strong."

The young people on the top of the carriage looked at the three-buried monk who seemed to be flying, and gave a thumbs up in admiration.

The whining train was heading forward, and with a wry smile, San Zan had no choice but to do this kind of prostitution for nothing.