Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Meng Chao knew that the building would completely collapse within three minutes.

But he hasn't gathered more than half of his escape power yet.

The deadly "random blade" raised by "Blood Slaughter" must have been refined with special biochemical materials, or it was smeared with toxins prepared by the demon god "vortex", or when it pierced into the heart, it activated the spiritual magnetic force field, destroying the blade. The flesh and blood tissue near the blade was destroyed.

Or, all three.

In short, no matter how Meng Chao used his psionic energy to stimulate the blood cells near the heart, the wound healed very slowly.

Even, the newly regenerated cells withered and decayed in an instant, and instead turned into toxins, further eroding vital organs including the heart and lung lobes.

Meng Chao looked down with difficulty.

Seeing the wound on his chest, there was a faint circle of black mist, like a plague that was about to break out.

The power that had been gathered with great difficulty escaped from this black fog-shrouded hole time and time again.

If he hadn't used spiritual energy to suppress it fiercely, the toxin would have spread out long ago, and even corroded his heart into a puddle of pus.

"It seems that we need to use the "Healing Technique" more than ten or twenty times to solve this problem."

There is definitely no time and resources right now to treat the wound thoroughly and remove the toxin.

Meng Chao pricked a genetic drug and a high-energy nutrient into his chest and thigh respectively.

Then he used a frozen spray seized from the corpse of "Blood Slaughter" Gao Yang, "嗤嗤嗤嗤", and sprayed it around the wound.

One freeze spray is all used up.

A thin layer of frost formed on the wound.

Even the black mist was frozen.

Although it is difficult to breathe, the heart is also affected to a certain extent.

At least it can temporarily block the hole in his heart with ice, and help him accumulate some strength to escape in the last minute.

Meng Chao couldn't do anything now.

I could only lie on the ground with my back stretched out, quietly watching the dozens of floors above my head were burning, exploding and collapsing.

Tens of thousands of tons of reinforced concrete poured down, like thousands of tyrant mammoths trampling in war.

boom!

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

When the floor above his head was completely pierced, and the surrounding space was squeezed and deformed, and was about to be completely turned into ruins, he finally recovered one-tenth of his mobility.

"It's now!"

Meng Chao took a deep breath, used his hands and feet together, and shot towards the escape route in the corner.

The moment he got into the escape passage, he heard a "bang", and the building behind him completely collapsed, completely devouring the corpse of "Blood Slaughter" Gao Yang.

But the smoke and air waves gathered into a surging frenzy, persistently chasing Meng Chao, kicking his ass again and again.

Even the escape routes are collapsing piece by piece.

The burning ruins of tens of millions of tons seemed to turn into a peerless beast dormant in the ground, opening its bloody mouth with intertwined fangs time and time again.

As long as Meng Chao slowed down a little bit, he would be completely swallowed by the ruins and fall into the deepest hell together with "Blood Slaughter" Gao Yang.

And even if he ignored the severe pain all over his body, no matter how fast he accelerated, it seemed that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the destructive tide.

The escape passage in front of him kept making "squeaks", a metal fatigue sound that made the scalp tingle.

Even at a speed visible to the naked eye, there is an extremely exaggerated distortion.

It was as if there was an invisible big hand squeezing and kneading hard outside.

Together with the escape route, compress him into a crystal the size of a can.

He could only disengage his joints again, contract his muscles, and twist himself into all kinds of strange shapes, so that he could barely get through the twisted and deformed gap.

Even so, the poisonous mist, heat wave, and destructive tide billowing behind him quickly overtook him.

What happened next, Meng Chao's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he couldn't remember clearly.

In a daze, he remembered that he was crawling in the highly toxic smoke with a high temperature of hundreds of degrees containing a large amount of inferior spar impurities.

It's like struggling in a dark trench tens of thousands of meters deep under the sea.

Every time he inhaled the poisonous mist, it was like being hit by the heavy artillery of the main battle tank, pressing against the heart and lungs and firing hard.

He even felt that his internal organs had been completely burned, leaving only an empty body, still struggling in vain under the impetus of the shock wave.

Suddenly, he remembered that everything around him collapsed, and tens of millions of tons of reinforced concrete sealed him firmly inside, as if he had fallen into the deepest part of the trench.

Unexpectedly, this feeling is not too uncomfortable, and even a little warm.

There seemed to be a very soft voice whispering in his ear: "Go to sleep, you are too tired, should you have a good sleep?"

However, when he really fell asleep in the deepest part of the dark abyss, he would always see ten thousand suns descending from the top of his head, like a supernova exploding, emitting the most violent and brightest rays of light.

This light destroys everything.

It also deeply hurt his soul.

It made him muster up 120,000 points of courage and strength again, struggling to jump up from the deepest part of the dark abyss, struggling hard to find that ray of light that may not exist.

I do not know how long it has been.

He finally surfaced from the dark abyss.

Seems like drifting in a stinking sewer.

This is the drainage system shared by several surrounding underground shelters.

The waste water, which was originally filthy, was mixed with countless suspicious substances including blood after the big explosion. It was even more viscous like a swamp, hot like magma, and eroded his flesh and blood like strong acid.

There are also countless deformed and mutated snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Shiny, hideous and ugly, scrambling to crawl towards him.

And he also held his breath and waited for the snakes, rats, rats and ants to throw themselves into the trap.

It is good to stuff them all into the mouth to replenish precious protein and energy.

It's a pity that these snakes, insects, rats and ants living in the underground of the leprosy village are very alert and extremely alert.

At the last moment, sensing his uncontrollable murderous aura, they all ran away screaming.

He muttered in disappointment, and passed out again.

This time he seemed to have been drifting in the underground waterway for a longer period of time, being carried away by the viscous sewage away from the collapsed building.

When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had stabilized, and he could no longer feel the shaking of the ground and the scorching poisonous fog.

Except for the penetrating wound lingering in the black air around his chest, the rest of the wounds all over his body have initially healed on their own, forming a thin layer of scab, which helped him barely retain some vitality.

Here is the bend in the underground waterway.

There is an incomplete iron fence in front of it, which blocks a lot of garbage flowing downstream, causing the garbage to pile up in front of the iron fence to form a slowly rotating mountain of garbage.

And he was half lying on top of the garbage mountain.

There was also a sound of "Xixisuosuo" from his body, as if a bold mouse was groping around him.

No, not a mouse, but a person.

Meng Chao reacted instinctively, and the killing intent condensed into a substantial sharp blade, piercing the opponent's eyeball.

The other party was startled, stopped groping, looked around for a moment, and then glanced at Meng Chao in confusion.

This is a child.

Seven or eight years old, eleven or twelve years old at the most, Meng Chao was not sure because he was so thin that he was out of shape.

He has unkempt hair like a bird's nest, and scabies on his scalp. He looks like a monkey with a sharp beak, and he is more embarrassed than a mouse.

The right eye is normal black, but the left eye is light gold with a slightly crystal clear texture, and the light that blooms inside is too bright to be real.

If such an eyeball is inlaid on a heroic face, it may add a bit of color to the owner.

But inlaid on such a pair of sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, it forms a sharp contrast, which makes people pay more attention to the child's ugliness, and even gives birth to the absurd idea that "he stole other people's eyeballs and put them on his own face".

This is of course not true.

This child should be a descendant of an infected person in the leprosy village. The crystal clear pale gold eyeballs, like the protruding fangs from the left corner of his mouth, are the result of deformities.

He also probably knew that his left eye and the fangs at the left corner of his mouth were very conspicuous.

So I prepared a pair of black goggles, a black turban with a skull pattern as a mask, and a large cloak to cover my face.

It's just that, deep underground, on the small garbage mountain in the sewer, he was the only one who lifted up the goggles and took off the mask for the convenience of work.

That's right, "work".

Meng Chao secretly ran "The Walking Dead", keeping his body cold, his breathing and heartbeat approaching zero, squinting his eyes, and observing what the child was doing coldly.

I saw that his waist was bulging, and there was a gap in the cloak.

Through the gap, Meng Chao saw three wide monster belts tied around his waist, which were full of jingling "trophies", synthetic food cans wrapped in net bags, several daggers without their scabbards, and two A blood-stained pistol, a crossbow, and a power fist inlaid with crystals.

The size of this power fist is too large, obviously not this kid's thing.

And after looking around for a while, he couldn't find the source of the murderous intent. After thinking it was his own illusion, he muttered a few words, and then continued to use a dagger to painstakingly cut the tactical bag strapped to Meng Chao's body.

Got it, this is a little thief.

It's taking advantage of the fire to rob and make money from dead people.

A huge building collapsed, and countless leprosy villagers were buried underneath. Although they were all poor and poor, they still had a few nutritional supplements, canned food, and weapons on their bodies.

This kid, it was their idea to fight.

After figuring out the other party's identity, Meng Chao originally wanted to put this kid down directly.

With a move in my heart, I suddenly thought:

"In order to kill 'Blood Slaughter' Gao Yang, I also paid a high price. Now that I am seriously injured, my combat power has plummeted, and even the power of magnetic levitation can't work, so it is difficult to evacuate the nest city directly.

"Besides, I can't evacuate the Nest City, I have to stay here and deal with the demon god 'Whirlpool'.

"That requires resources and support.

"Also, I just woke up, my eyes are darkened, I don't know anything about the outside world, I don't even know how long it has been since the big bang, I always have to find my eyes and ears to help me find out the situation.

"And if you want to maintain the order of Leprosy Village and the entire Chaocheng, you need to find a leader who can take care of things. Chaocheng is easy to say, go directly to Jinya for help, but in Leprosy Village, who is the leader and how to find him? Go, has the other party been bewitched by the demon god 'Whirlpool'... The situation is very complicated!

"This little thief is a native leprosy villager, so he has some uses."