My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

From June to December.

Unknowingly, the foggy weather has lasted for more than five months, covering every part of the New World.

Under extremely high humidity, the wasteland can change at any time.

The sky, which was still slightly bright in the early morning, suddenly became darker and thicker as it approached eleven o'clock.

boom!

In an instant, it was as if the floodgates had been opened.

Big raindrops began to fall from the cloudy sky, hitting the land hard.

The thick fog began to be diluted, dissipating and dissolving into the air like threads.

Going northeast along the Tianyuan territory, in a mountain col in the dense woods, the raincloth covering it was slightly opened.

From the gap, a tired face stretched out, looking helplessly into the distance.

"Hey, Dadong, you brought all the rain in!"

"Oh, sorry"

Pulling the raincloth forward, Tian Dadong apologized repeatedly, but his eyes were still focused on the few remaining footprints on the ground.

That's the direction the migration team left.

Before leaving, Qi Jie had promised to come back to them as soon as he found a suitable gathering place.

However, less than 48 hours had passed, and the traces of the footprints had almost disappeared under the wash of rain.

Can they still find their way back?

"Don't look, they will definitely not come back."

At the entrance of the cave, another face poked out.

The twisted sores spread from his neck to his chin.

The knotted patterns form groups of frightening flowers, blooming one after another on the surface of the skin.

"Brother Wei, but Chief Qi didn't promise us"

"Don't be naive, Dadong." Wei Xiancao shook his head gently, his eyes full of death: "Qi Jie is a good leader, but he is not a philanthropist. Even if he can really find a gathering place for human beings in this deserted place, where It’s also impossible to take in a group of patients like us who are infected with hell flowers.”

"But"

"No but, come back, don't catch a cold." Seeing the hesitation on Dadong's face, Wei Xianchao didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly laughed softly: "I was just like you when I was infected, but these days you are also We see, none of the published treatments are useful. Instead of expecting others to help us, we should think about how we ourselves should work hard to survive."

"It's only one day that I can last. Damn wasteland, damn game. I don't have the strength to resist anymore anyway."

After saying that, his face retracted.

Dadong opened his mouth, obviously unwilling.

However, after seeing that all the footprints had disappeared, he finally lowered his head.

The raincloth was covered again, and darkness returned to the small space in the col.

Here, twenty-six humans infected with the Hell Flower Virus are huddled in their respective corners and shivering.

The mildest infection is like that of Dadong. In addition to feeling abnormally tired physically, there are no flowers taking root in the exposed skin.

But the most severely infected people had flowers all over their bodies, and even the skin on their faces was wrinkled.

In the corner of the small space, there was a lot of food and drinking water, as well as an unextinguished fire.

The aura of decadence and despair spread inside, and the sounds of moans caused by pain filled his ears.

Because I was sick and exhausted, I went back to my corner to sit for a while and ate two pickled dried fish.

Dadong felt dazed for a while, couldn't help but closed his eyes and fell into sleep.

In his dream, he imagined that he was back on the small island in the sea again, and would go fishing with the large army every day at dawn.

There's plenty of food, and there's no need to worry about what the next disaster will be.

However, as he was running barefoot on the beach, the sea in the distance suddenly undulated with waves hundreds of feet high.

Tian Dadong ran as fast as he could, calling for others to follow him.

But the speed of the wave was so fast that a group of people rushed out for several hundred meters and were eventually overtaken, and were photographed high in the air.

"ah"

With a subconscious exclamation, Tian Dadong was startled and opened his eyes tiredly.

Beside him, Wei Xianchao came over at some point and was gently patting his arm.

"Dadong Lao Liu, Lao Liu should be dying."

"Old Liu?"

Looking in the direction of Wei Xianchao's finger, Old Liu, whose last piece of skin was taken over by the Hell Flower yesterday, was already leaning against the entrance of the mountain col.

At this time, although Lao Liu was still conscious, it was obvious that his body could no longer bear it.

The corrosion caused by the Hell Flower Virus has caused holes and erosions all over his internal organs. Even if he returns to Earth and enters the best hospital, there is no way to save him.

In addition, once a person infected with the Hell Flower dies, the virus in the body will quickly escape to the surroundings like spores.

In order to prevent the symptoms of other infected people from worsening, in the past, if someone was about to die, they would go out and find a place to die.

This is an unwritten rule and the last song of life.

"Lao Liu has only been infected for a few days. I remember it hasn't been more than a week, right?"

Seeing that Lao Liu was already struggling to get up, he wanted to open the raincloth and go out.

Tian Dadong was so confused that he quickly turned his head and asked.

"Yes, today is only the sixth day, but he was infected with wind-chill before, and the hell flower aggravated the symptoms of wind-chill."

"Isn't there any hope?"

"No, the last herbal medicine has been given to him, but the effect is minimal." Wei Xiancao said with pity on his face: "It's a pity that Old Liu is a good man. He shouldn't have to go to the Hell Flower. It's all our fault." There is no response, so let him take care of the patient."

On the World Channel, you can see a lot of chat messages discussing the 'Hell Flower' virus.

But those who can discuss this stuff are almost all players in the New World.

Most of the information in their mouths came from the aboriginal people, including the treatment methods, which they had little understanding of.

This has resulted in humans being extremely blind to the knowledge of hell flowers.

And Lao Liu is one of the victims.

"Forget it, let me help him out."

"Be careful and don't stay near the place he chose."

Seeing Lao Liu fall at the entrance for the third time, the people next to him looked helpless.

Dadong coughed lightly, stood up and walked over.

"Thank you."

Supported by a pair of big hands, Liu, who was over fifty years old, struggled to turn his head, and a smile appeared on his terrifying face.

After lifting the raincloth, under everyone's gaze, the two of them stooped and walked out.

The rain stopped slightly.

Tian Dadong took a first look at the traces on the ground. What was disappointing was that all the footprints had disappeared.

A sheet of mud covered all the ground, mixed with leaves that had been knocked down by the rain.

He began to no longer expect Qi Jie to bring people back. After all, the terrain of the jungle was too complicated, and it was impossible for people who went out to return the same way.

Noticing Tian Dadong's expression, Lao Liu didn't understand.

But at this time, he could hardly think of any words of comfort in his mind.

The fear of imminent death has started to get the adrenaline pumping.

The shaky steps also began to become steady.

The two walked aimlessly, and after about ten minutes, they stopped.

Judging from the surrounding scenery, there is almost no difference between this place and the mountain col just now. It is still a maze-like forest.

"Child, just let me stay here alone. It's time for you to go back."

He casually found a tree root to support himself and sat down. Old Liu looked ashen and obviously had no desire to talk.

It is said that fallen leaves return to their roots, but in this strange world, it is difficult to find even a burial place.

After taking a deep look at this scene, Dadong sighed.

He wanted to stay with Lao Liu for a while longer, but the footprints he had just walked on the ground had begun to be washed away by the rain.

After a long delay, even he was not sure that he would be able to find his way back.

"I'm leaving, you take care of yourself."

The area of ​​​​this forest is ridiculously large, and everyone has been walking straight through it for several days since entering, but they have not been able to reach the end.

On the way back, Dadong lowered his head and habitually scrolled through the game panel to relieve the fear of being in a strange place.

Recently, there has been more and more information discussing the best landing spots in the New World, and everyone is asking where there are strong human gathering places where they can gather together.

Among them, there are also many people who rely on the aboriginal human forces to raise their banners and recruit people without restrictions.

But just like before, no one knows whether this is fishing enforcement, and there is still too little information to believe!

"Damn nickname, it makes it easier for those with ulterior motives to hide."

Seeing a message that people with the Hell Flower Virus don't need to be quarantined, they just need to drink more hot liquid food and rely on their immunity to get through it easily, Dadong said bitterly.

However, at this moment, his forward steps suddenly stopped, and his foot stepped into a small pit, causing a splash of muddy water.

Thinking stopped abruptly.

Under a small tree not far away, a vague but still visible footprint appeared in the field of vision.

The footprints went north, just opposite to the direction of the mountain col.

But that was the place Lao Liu chose for himself.

"Great, are there other strangers in the woods?!"

The excitement of meeting a stranger surged into his heart, and after only thinking for a few seconds, Dadong resolutely chased in the direction of his footsteps.

In fact, there is nothing to hesitate about.

Humans infected with hell flowers are basically sentenced to death.

Especially after seeing the tragic situation of Lao Liu just now, Dadong was even more unwilling to give up the hope of surviving.

During the crazy chase, his physical strength began to drain away rapidly.

But looking at the increasingly clear marks under his feet, Dadong was unwilling to give up even if his chest started to hurt even when he was breathing hard.

Finally, after turning two trees, the footprints disappeared.

But at the same time, a cold object was pressed against his back.

"Are you looking for me?"

Tian Dadong's whole body tensed up as he was being held back, and he subconsciously glanced at his back from the corner of his eye.

It was indeed a gun, a shiny black rifle.

"I saw the footprints. I am a human being, and I am also a human being from the earth."

"Are you infected with the hell flower?"

"Yes" Dadong smiled bitterly and was about to explain something.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party took away the cold object.

"You're not the one Qi Jie left behind, are you?"

"Qi Jie? Did he find the gathering place and come back to save us?"

Dadong was startled and subconsciously turned his head to look at the other party.

But at this time, the man with the gun lowered his head, picked up the communicator on his waist and started talking.

After a few words, he raised his masked head and nodded lightly.

"You're lucky, boy."

"The Tianyuan Territory will protect any human being from the earth."

"Remember this land, it will be your new home!"

The refugees infected with the cold were not immediately taken to live in the village.

The temporary camps previously built where the Red Spider Caravan camped out were cleared and became their temporary residence.

As a temporary residence, there is not much decoration here, it is still Datongpu.

But for people who have been wandering for more than a month and living in the wild every day.

It was so comfortable here. The dry ground felt like it had been exposed to the sun for many days, and the bedding also had the scent of sunshine.

Raging fires were lit in the four corners of the room, quickly reducing the humidity to only 70%.

"Isn't this really a dream? We found the gathering place of humans so easily?"

"Oh my god, if this is a dream, I hope this dream doesn't wake me up."

"This place is so luxurious. Come and touch it, these beddings are all new!"

"It's unbelievable that they have such an exaggerated assault truck. I feel like we have traveled through time again."

"Damn it, if I had known better, I would have skipped the deep sea and come directly to the New World."

Qi Jie led a few people to follow the team to find the abandoned infected people, and the remaining refugees were all taken to Ji Zhen?

The discussion has not stopped since entering.

A group of people carefully touched here and looked there, with curiosity and excitement on their faces.

Compared with those rumors on the World Channel, it is an extremely advanced aboriginal city and gathering place.

They prefer to believe everything they see with their eyes.

Here, they saw not only solid concrete walls, but well-trained soldiers.

We also saw standard fire weapons and powerful assault trucks.

Compared with the so-called "advanced", this place is not lagging behind at all, and it is also filled with a strong atmosphere of civilization.

"Friends from afar."

"Please take a rest first. Our chef is already on the way. Hot free meals will be delivered soon. This benefit will last until you get a formal job."

The door opened, and a young guard soldier walked in with a smile.

Looking at the confused refugees, he waved the cardboard in his hand with thick white paper sandwiched on it.

"My name is Yang Feng. You can call me Xiao Yang, or you can call me by my nickname: Go to the dock and order French fries."

"Next, please line up and come forward in an orderly manner to register your identity information."

"Remember, don't try to hide it, otherwise if we find out, you will be directly expelled from the territory. This will not do you any good."

A table and two chairs were brought in by the soldiers behind and placed just at the door.

For homeless refugees, obeying local rules is the first rule of thumb for survival.

But what surprised them even more was that

Free food?

A formal job?