Today was the most unlucky day for Richard.
He had hoped that the others would not find the hole on the side wall of the pyramid. However, he had clearly failed. Now he had to roll down the slope of the airway. The journey made him lose his sense of direction, and he could not tell what he was looking at. His head hit the wall countless times, and he was worried that the impact would turn him stupid…
He decided to use his two wings to protect his head. Anything would be better than being a fool—after all, he depended on his wits, not his wings, to find food to eat. Unlike what Zhang Zian had said, that he used his mouth to eat, he felt he relied entirely on his own skills.
He was grateful to this slope because it extended downward at a 45-degree angle. If it was any steeper, he would've simply been freefalling.
At the same time, Richard hated the slope. Why was it so long? It felt like a neverending tumble.
