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"As expected, it's such a powerful thing. Why is it only Ding Guan?"

Su Changxing put the totem into his backpack. Although it was broken, it could still be used.

Walk back.

Qu Zhaobai was still lying on the ground, looked at him, and asked, "Are they all dead?"

Su Changxing grabbed him and said calmly: "Yes, congratulations, you guessed it right. You are the only one who survived besides me. I hope you can continue to live."

Qu Zhaobai lowered his head and asked, "Shall we continue walking inside now?"

Su Changxing nodded and said:

"Of course, you can only go inside. That thing is now enraged by us. If it takes action again, you will probably die. And even if it doesn't take action for the time being, you will die at any time."

Qu Zhaobai sighed and said, "So I am bound to die?"

Su Changxing shook his head and said seriously: "It doesn't count, there is still a glimmer of hope, and I can become an extraordinary person in the process."

Qu Zhaobai showed despair on his face. He did not think that he could become an extraordinary person. The probability of becoming an extraordinary person was even lower than the probability of winning the lottery.

What's more, he never even won the lottery.

"Just take it one step at a time. It seems you are still healthy at the moment."

Su Changxing added, not wanting to attack Qu Zhaobai, but just telling the truth.

According to the city map, there is a small city ahead, which happens to be in no man's land. From their position, they can vaguely see another energy station, which is also a towering iron tower.

Su Changxing didn't stop and kept rushing all night. The blood mist in the air became thicker and thicker than on the first day. The visible range of his field of vision was only five or six meters, and further away he could only see blurry shadows.

"Something's wrong, it's too foggy and it's still daytime."

Su Changxing stopped, frowned and said, with a vague premonition, but the timing prediction was not triggered.

The timing prediction seems to have stopped moving from a certain moment before, as if it has disappeared.

Qu Zhaobai looked at the red mist around him and said, "It's a bit big. Tomorrow is the blood moon."

"Roar~"

Suddenly, there was a dragon roar.

A huge creature rushed out of the red mist and flew towards them.

"Boom~"

Su Changxing reacted, drew his gun and shot, knocking him down with one shot.

A swamp dragon with a dark body and scarlet eyes fell to the ground, roaring at them and struggling, but half of its body had been shattered.

"dragon?"

Qu Zhaoyu's face was full of shock.

Su Changxing thought of the monk's words and said smoothly: "It may be a lizard with wings. Having said that, their combat effectiveness is not particularly strong. At most, it is about the same as a screamer."

After walking forward for a while, there seemed to be a large forest blocking them.

Su Changxing stopped and heard the roars of dragons one after another. He judged that there were a considerable number of swamp dragons and said:

"There should be a swamp ahead. Let's go around it."

He then turned and walked sideways.

By noon, obvious black lines appeared on Qu Zhaobai's face, and his face revealed a strong aura of death.

Su Changxing checked his situation and said:

"Given your current situation, the closer you are to death, the higher the probability of becoming an extraordinary person. Of course, the probability of becoming a monster is also high."

Qu Zhaobai's body deteriorated faster than he imagined, which was related to the increasing influence of the giant hand.

“Does this mean I’m going to die?

Qu Zhaobai looked at Su Changxing with gloomy eyes, full of despair.

Death in an instant is not scary. What is scary is the slow and perceptible death. Combined with the body's perception, it will make people completely collapse.

Su Changxing nodded and said bluntly: "Yes, it could be now, or it could be tomorrow."

Qu Zhaobai was held on Su Changxing's shoulders, his body hung down weakly, and he said softly and slowly:

"Su Changxing, if we want to survive, some of us must survive. We can't all die. That would be a pity... We have a long past, and we should also have a bright future."

Before reaching the next town, Qu Zhaobai completely lost his life. There was no miracle or surprise, and he died plainly.

Su Changxing placed Qu Zhaobai's body on the ground and walked forward silently. He was surrounded by red and felt that this place was the so-called hell.

As he gradually approaches the town, more and more zombies are coming towards him. As time goes by, the strength of these zombies expands at an exaggerated speed.

He kept moving forward while wielding the scythe, and more and more black blood stained his body.

The blood mist covered the sky, but it was also very bright, blurring the time. It was impossible to tell what time it was for the first time.

Too much.

There are too many of these zombies.

Suddenly, Su Changxing even thought he was dreaming.

A cruel and desperate dream.

A steady stream of swamp dragons and zombies attacked him.

The magazine of the revolver continued to rotate, shells flew out, and the swamp dragons were shot down one by one.

One, two, three...

He stopped counting later, and it wasn't until the bullets were almost empty that the seemingly endless tide of corpses gradually stopped, and the Swamp Dragon disappeared.

Su Changxing held a sickle in his hand and wore a green and transparent cloak. He looked calmly at the corpses that could not be seen around him, thought for a moment and said to himself:

"It should be almost midnight now, will there be any changes?"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

A blood-red, bright full moon hangs in the sky next to the dead branches, full of misty smell, making people want to fall asleep deeply and beautifully.

Su Changxing felt a mental shock, closed his eyes, and continued walking forward.

A huge creature with wings like a squid appeared above the town, hovering in mid-air, still, its feathers floating in the night wind.

When he reached the center of the town and stood at the foot of the behemoth, he was about to take a closer look. As if he noticed something, he suddenly looked back.

Where is the blood-red moon? It is clearly a huge pupil... bent at the waist, tilting its head from a small hole, looking down at this tiny world.

Su Changxing's face stained with black blood was illuminated by red light, and his expression became surprised and froze, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

At this moment, his mind was running at an unusually high speed, retracing the events of the past ten or twenty days over and over again.

It's messy, it's all messy.

Both time and space are chaotic, but they are completely unaware of it like goldfish in a tank.

This world is terrifyingly big, bigger than what the natives of this world described, and it is constantly expanding, leading to the appearance of areas outside the map.

The time is very long, or each day is very long. One day is equivalent to the original two or three days, and it is rapidly extending.

All of them were unaware.

It's like it's been distorted by some external force, making time heavier and slower.

"So, isn't the so-called thirty days a completely false proposition?"

Su Changxing asked sarcastically in his heart, feeling sad and heavy.

If the time of a day is extended indefinitely, they can only stay on the same day until they all die.

It's like hanging a carrot in front of a donkey's head. It keeps going but never gets to eat it, no matter how hard it runs.

Countless dead trees broke through the ground in the town and grew rapidly, destroying the original buildings and the ground, as if they were frantically absorbing nutrients from the surface of the world.

Su Changxing remained motionless, surrounded by these dead trees, and his cheeks were closed little by little by the dead branches, closing his vision, closing his perception, closing his consciousness, like death, falling into the boundless darkness.

What is death?

Death is boundless wandering, wandering without purpose, and endless thinking.