“If only I could fly like Neo…” As he fell, Feng Bujue looked up at the night sky with a languid gaze and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

With the increase of his Soul Power, perhaps one day he could really fly, but certainly not now.

“Oh well… this is definitely going to hurt.” Feng Bujue stopped daydreaming. He slowly rotated his body in mid-air, bent his legs slightly, and prepared to land.

As a result, the impact of landing was not as severe as he imagined, and his Survival Points decreased less than expected. Even Feng Bujue himself did not know why.

In fact, this was a sign that his Fighting Specialization was approaching B-rank…

Whoosh—

The giant monster in the distance was already closing in on Feng Bujue. Accompanied by a low growl, its giant claw pressed down.

At this moment, it was obviously too late to take out [Miss Moxxi’s Bad Touch] from his knapsack. Due to the distance and angle, it was also not suitable to attack with [Death Poker].

So, Feng Bujue steeled his heart and burned another 800 Stamina Points, unleashing [Nanto Flying Dragon Fist].

From the time he left Stan’s house, escorting Randy, Sharon, and Shelly to the shopping mall, exactly half an hour had passed, and the cooldown of [Nanto Flying Dragon Fist] was complete.

This time, he used the skill while in the Ling Shi Ju Shen Shu state, so the destructive power of the move was naturally even more astonishing. He saw his fist bloom, his Battle Aura fully revealed, and he forced the giant monster back five or six steps.

The guinea pig was huge and walked on all fours. These five or six steps were equivalent to a distance of dozens of meters.

High cost, naturally high profit. With these dozens of meters of strategic space, Feng Bujue was basically safe. He quickly used Death Poker to strike the guinea pig’s eyes, forcing it back further.

As the playing cards flew out, Feng Bujue canceled Ling Shi Ju Shen Shu, turned around, sprinted, and ran up the wall.

Now that he didn’t have a large backpack on his back, nor was he carrying anyone, climbing this building was easy for him.

Without the aid of any skills or tools, Feng Bujue relied solely on his own physical qualities, plus Soul Power to clear the way. He performed various extreme parkour moves with ease.

In less than ten seconds, he climbed onto the rooftop, out of the giant monster’s sight.

…………

Peruvian jungle, underground ruins.

Here, there was a rectangular tunnel. From the inside, the walls, ceiling, and ground were all yellow rock and soil. Broken logs and large pieces of gravel could be seen everywhere in the tunnel, but these things did not seem to have any impact on the structure of the passage.

Suddenly, from a certain corner, a figure holding a torch emerged.

It was Stan. As he walked past the corner, he waited slightly for his little partners behind him, “This way, guys.”

The other four children followed closely behind, walking out of the corner. At this time, Kyle seemed to have made another discovery. He said, “Do you hear that? It sounds like the sound of water flowing.”

“That’s right, it’s coming from over there,” Cartman added, pointing forward.

Not far ahead, there was a rectangular exit, and a rather bright light could be seen from outside the exit.

As they spoke, the group reached the end of the tunnel.

Stepping out of that opening, their vision suddenly opened up. Before their eyes, a magnificent underground temple appeared.

This space was very open, with an overall downward trend. Several huge braziers were embedded in the gray stone walls all around. For some reason, these braziers were all burning at the moment. Many waterfalls hung high, and the water flowed down from the gaps in the stone cave. There was also a suspension bridge with a huge drop and winding left and right running through the temple, connecting to several stone cliffs; and under the stone cliffs, there was a circular waterfall that plunged straight into the abyss.

Looking around, two giant humanoid statues were built in front of the walls on either side of the temple, and they sat facing each other in kneeling positions. The facial designs of the statues had obvious imprints of ancient Incan civilization, and from their huge “mouths,” a waterfall also hung down, plunging straight into the waterfall below.

“Guys, this is incredible,” Cartman said, marveling at the spectacle before him.

The four protagonists exchanged glances, and Stan said, “Let’s go, let’s go in and take a look.”

Before he finished speaking, the four of them walked forward side by side.

“No,” Craig’s voice sounded from behind, “I’m not going.”

The other four were stunned. They all stopped, and Stan, who was holding the torch in the front, turned his head and said, “Huh? What are you talking about?”

Craig calmly replied, “I don’t want to follow you guys anymore.”

“Dude, we have to go take a look,” Stan persuaded.

“Why?” Craig asked.

The four of them looked at each other. Stan was the first to reply, “Because… uh… that’s just how things are.”

“Every time we encounter a similar bad situation, you guys have to get involved, just because ‘that’s just how things are’,” Craig complained.

Stan said unhappily, “Hey! We’re not the ones painted on the temple’s prophecy wall! Coward!”

“Whatever,” Craig replied, “Say whatever you want, my mind is made up. I’ve decided not to mess with you guys anymore.”

Kyle asked, “Then what do you want to do?”

“It’s simple,” Craig spread his hands and said, “Watch.”

With that, he turned around and started walking back…

The four protagonists looked at him with shocked expressions, as if they were saying: Did this kid not read the script?

Craig was like a rare character in a horror movie who had the IQ of a normal person. He actually turned back.

He returned along the same route and walked out of the ruins. The quartet followed behind him, shouting somewhat at a loss, “Wait! Craig!”

In this way, Craig walked in front, and the four followed him at a distance.

Unknowingly, they walked out of the dense forest and crossed a wasteland, a meadow, and a lake under the moonlight…

Along the way, those four bastards would occasionally blurt out a few sentences: “Dude, Craig, we should go back to the temple!” “Look, it looks like there’s something over there!”

But Craig always responded very firmly and calmly: “No, don’t look, stop dreaming.”

Several hours passed, and Cartman finally couldn’t help but say, “Dude, this is so boring, we’re just wandering aimlessly!”

Craig remained unmoved, replying, “That’s right, what precious ‘boredom,’ I just like it this way.”

…………

Two hours ago, the shopping mall rooftop.

“Okay, now, Sharon, Shelly, and Mr. [bleep] are on the roof of the shopping mall,” Randy explained, pointing the portable video camera at his wife and daughters. “We escaped here from the street, and we met the Stotch family here.” He turned the camera to the other three refugees hiding on the roof.

The Stotch family consisted of three people: the father, Chris, was a closeted homosexual (he never admitted it, but had been caught soliciting male prostitutes), the mother, Linda, was a crying woman who was extremely prone to mental breakdown (she had been crazy several times), and the son, Butters, was a potentially bisexual, extremely innocent, silly, and cute child.

Butters was the most important of the child characters in *South Park*, second only to the four protagonists. He had many scenes and his character gradually became complete over the seasons, and he had considerable popularity.

“This is Chris and Linda, and their son Butters,” Randy said, moving the camera as he explained.

Butters fidgeted uncomfortably, waved at the camera with a nervous expression, and said, “Hello, everyone.”

At this time, Feng Bujue was leaning alone against a wall, re-suturing his torn wound…

Earlier, when he carried an adult and a child, forcibly leaping to a height of more than ten meters and making a throwing motion, his wound had already burst open. Now, thinking back, when he fell from the air, that moment of loss must have been caused by a large amount of blood loss causing mental trance.

“What should we do next? Mr. [bleep],” Randy ran up to Feng Bujue after filming a set of shots.

Feng Bujue really didn’t want to pay attention to this idiot, and even had the idea of killing him. Anyway, the side quest was already completed, and the system didn’t stipulate that he couldn’t kill characters in the show.

But thinking calmly, indiscriminately killing the main characters of this world was not a good idea, and the chain reaction it would cause would be immeasurable. Therefore, Brother Jue still chose a plan to cooperate with the NPCs.

“I remember… you can play the guitar?” Feng Bujue suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

“Ah? Yes… yes, I can play,” Randy replied. “Why do you ask?”

“Very good,” Feng Bujue replied, but did not answer the other party’s question.

In fact, Brother Jue was just confirming. He still had a relatively deep impression of the character of Randy. He remembered that this guy had participated in a choir when he was young, and was even pulled by a record company to become a member of a male idol group (the group was called “The Ghetto Jew Boys”. Randy joined at eighteen, and a year later the record company said they were nineteen, too old, so the group was disbanded); he had played “Carry On My Wayward Son” on an electric guitar in the Guitar Hero episode; and had also performed in a bar.

In short, Randy could at least play one instrument, had good singing skills, and could dance. Don’t look at him as an unprincipled middle-aged uncle, but he was much stronger than those birdmen who had studied guitar for a few months, only had karaoke singing skills, and couldn’t even read sheet music but dared to go to talent shows.

“Does anyone here know how to play the pan flute?” Feng Bujue asked again.

“Uh… I can play the harmonica,” Chris responded. “Why are you asking this? Mr. [bleep]?”

“Alright, I think you can handle it…” Feng Bujue responded, then turned to Butters and said, “Butters, you can play the drums, right?”

Butters was an honest child. He nodded and said, “Yes, sir, but I don’t play very well.”

“It’s okay, as long as you can play,” Feng Bujue pondered. “Well… I myself can play the maracas (a shaken idiophone, also known as sand balls. It originated as a rhythmic percussion instrument of the South American Indians), so…” He thought for a moment and said, “That’s great, the four of us guys can form a pan flute band.”

“A pan flute band?” Randy asked, “Do you mean those Peruvian pan flute bands that are detained by the government?”

“Yes, hiss—ah.” Feng Bujue accidentally pricked his wound with the needle because he wasn’t concentrating. He withdrew the needle and explained, “Those guinea pigs’ weakness is pan flute music. As long as we find instruments, we can use pan flute music to drive them away.”

“What? How is that possible?” Chris asked in confusion.

“Ha… I never thought I would hear the word ‘impossible’ from you guys,” Feng Bujue sneered. “The last time you were trapped here by a large group of hobos (South Park had a ‘Hobo Night’ crisis, the situation was similar to the movie *Night of the Living Dead*, except the zombies were replaced by hobos), why didn’t you consider so-called rationality?”

“That situation was different,” Chris shrugged.

“Hobos, hippies, lobster people, future immigrants… I thought you guys should have gotten used to being invaded by strange creatures,” Feng Bujue said.

“Uh… Mr. [bleep], you seem to know a lot about our town. Are you a local?” Sharon asked.

“I’m a superhero, of course I know these things,” Feng Bujue casually perfunctorily said, “Jesus and Santa Claus are my good bros, their news is very well-informed, so I know more about your town.”

Everyone showed a “that’s how it is” expression.

While speaking, Feng Bujue had finished treating the torn wound and released the bleeding state again.

He glanced at the game menu. Currently, his Survival Value was 24%, and his Stamina Value was only 5632900. Considering that he had just drunk a supplement not long ago, drinking another one in a short period of time would be very uneconomical, so he planned to stretch it out as long as possible, and not drink the second bottle unless absolutely necessary.

“Well… every step of the next action has to be cautious. Even if the Flying Dragon Fist cools down again, I won’t have the Stamina to release it a third time,” Feng Bujue calculated in his mind.

He took a breath, packed up the medical supplies, and stood up, “So… does anyone know where the music department of the shopping mall is?”

“In the northwest corner of the fourth floor, next to the book area,” Linda replied.

“Okay, let me tell you about the current situation,” Feng Bujue said, “Ladies, gentlemen, and… children. As you can see, these giant monsters that are rampant everywhere are very powerful, and conventional weapons are ineffective.” He raised a finger, “As far as I know, they are only afraid of one thing, and that is pan flute music.” He sighed, “Given that pan flute music CDs on the market have all been classified as dangerous goods by the military and confiscated… if we want to drive these monsters away now, we have to play ourselves.”

“But I have to hold this video camera, so I can’t play the guitar,” Randy said again with a justified expression, showing his lack of limits.

“Randy!” Sharon shouted at her husband, “What time is it!”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Marsh,” Feng Bujue said in a relaxed tone, and turned to look at Randy, “You can get a special headband and tie the portable video camera to your head, so that it won’t affect filming or playing.”

This shows Feng Bujue’s dark side. He had no intention of reminding Randy… that there was no tape in that video camera at all.

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Randy replied happily.

“Then, everyone, follow me,” Feng Bujue said as he walked towards the door leading downstairs, “As long as we get the instruments, we’ll be safe. Let’s act quickly before those monsters attack.”

…………

Peru, Machu Picchu ruins.

This place is known as the “Lost City of the Inca Empire”, located between the Old Man Peak and the Young Man Peak, the most inaccessible parts of the Andes Mountains, and built on steep and narrow mountain ridges.

By the way, this is a place that produces alpacas, and I don’t know why I specifically said this…

It was night, thunderclouds were dense, and a Chinook helicopter landed on this ancient mountaintop.

Two fully armed U.S. soldiers and three men in black suits stepped out of the helicopter.

The five quickly walked to the edge of the ruins. The Minister of National Security, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped and turned back, “You wait here.”

With that, he walked forward alone without waiting for his subordinates to respond.

Ahead, among the walls of the ancient city, there was a relatively wide square. In the center of the square, there was an area that seemed to be an altar, where a tall golden statue stood.

This statue was about three people tall, and was entirely made of gold from head to toe, including the base (the ancient Incas’ metal processing industry was quite developed, and they theoretically had the ability to make such a golden statue. However, this statue here is fictionalized in the South Park plot and has a certain spoof nature). The statue’s appearance looked like an elderly Native American, his right hand holding a wooden stick, and his left hand… holding a pan flute.

The Minister of National Security walked step by step to the statue, and finally stopped about two meters in front of it.

Suddenly, he opened his arms and shouted at the statue, “Look! I am standing on your land!” As he spoke, he moved closer, “I have waited too long for this moment.”

After speaking, this guy unzipped his pants and began to pee on the statue…

As he peed, he laughed wildly, “Ha… hahahaha… hahahahaha!”

The colleagues standing behind him were dumbfounded, thinking: Is the commander crazy?

“Hahaha… what about your bullshit prophecy! Huh?” After the Minister of National Security finished peeing, he shouted arrogantly at the statue, “No one can stop me! No one!”

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, five elementary school students walked out from behind a broken wall next to the square…