Chapter 670

At the virtual strategic base in Antarctica, the person in charge is lying on a stretcher bed and receiving anesthesia. At this time, there are pleasantly surprised calls coming from outside, wave after wave. It seems that something great has happened. Generally, the person in charge feels the cold flow of anesthetic into his spinal cord, and the interruption of his nerves brings a series of lightning like stings, but his consciousness is still awake for the time being.

"Go and ask what's going on out there!"

"Report chief, major Lu's signs are back. He's not dead!"

"What! Good, great Good... " The person in charge stares at me, then slowly lies down for a while and mumbles unconsciously: "I, take, take me, antidote, I go out..."

Half an hour later, the anesthetics in charge of the human body had been removed by the antagonists. He covered his head and put on his operating clothes, and felt that in the main control room, a group of people surrounded Lu Zhengkang's life support cabin, tut tut.

"This life is really big, brain activity stopped nearly half an hour, actually can still live."

"Major Lu is a man who can create miracles. Such a fighter will not fall down easily before finishing his task."

The person in charge covered his waist with one hand and his head with the other hand, and came over with a big step, "ask red city if major Lu has arrived at the fifth floor."

"Here, red city has sensed him."

"That's good, that's good."

Everyone is staring at the boy in the cabin. I wish you all the best.

An invisible ghost flies out of Lu Zhengkang's body and floats away. Finally, when I look back, my eyes are as gentle as water. Good luck, my love.

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The muffled sound of the sea waves reverberates in the ear canal, like the low sound of a drum slowly rubbing against it. It's very soothing, but it's mixed with the disturbing rhythm. After listening to it more, I feel that someone is talking in the waves, whispering, burying so many lives and stories in the sea. There must be some unfinished words left behind, whispering in the sea, or in the conch shell Hearing the whisper, it's all the missing of the dead.

Lu Zhengkang's consciousness came back a little bit. He felt that he was sticking to the gravel and his cheek was oppressed.

He slowly stood up and clenched his fist. The vitality of the Divine Body disappeared. The original hyperactivity was only dry, astringent and a little sore.

The body becomes the polymerization of salt. He has entered the nameless island and is bound by another layer. What layer is this? There is a layer of reality and illusion, a layer of time and space, a layer of evil spirits, a layer of the sea, a layer of the body, and five layers. How many norths does it take to get rid of them and go back to the other side?

Lu Zhengkang doesn't have many thoughts. He only knows that he had a nightmare. Now he wakes up, but he doesn't even remember the scene in his dream.

Looking around, a gray beach, deep cold, waves is a kind of color similar to ground glass, rolling, the horizon is not clear, covered with deep, gray fog, blending with the sky, the sea sky line is blurred here, there is only one illusion, the sky tilts into the sea.

The coastline is fragmented. There is a rising hillside in front of him, leading to the deep of the island. Lu Zhengkang searched for his belongings. He still clung to the hammer in his hand, but the surface was pitted, like a piece of soft boiled beef bone.

In addition, he also took out a bright yellow pearl as big as a fist from the girdle of the Pope's robe. This is the egg of the silent abyss. It seems that he killed the monster in the end.

Lu Zhengkang can feel the salt on his back. Now he is like a stone covered with moss. At the core is the bright soul of human beings. This soul is wrapped with a solid layer of living salt, which is his body, and outside the body is wrapped with a layer of dead salt, which is the body of the silent abyss that he killed.

Salt race is such a person, born of salt, and players like him are different. They degenerate from light to salt, which may be a special group of salt race. In a word, he can collect the salt of these creatures on the island, salt descendants, or monsters. He will collect the salt, and then dedicate to the faith, let the dead salt go deep into his body, and increase his strength.

Lu Zhengkang is now more and more sure that he is in the world of salt and shelter.

He trotted along the pale yellow gravel hillside to the depth of the island. Along the way, the air was dead, and there was light fog blocking his sight. Lu Zhengkang arrived at the middle of the hillside, which was higher than the cliff of the coast. His vision became wider. On one side of the cliff stood a figure who was bent and on crutches. In the game, he was a guide and would give players corresponding worship Lu Zhengkang walked there. As the distance drew closer, he saw the man's face clearly.

White hair, white beard, like a KFC grandfather, is the father of bionic human Elijah Kamsky Carnegie.

"Another fool who was brought to the island," Carnegie sneered. It wasn't a mockery of Lu Zhengkang, but he didn't feel happy at all. On the contrary, he was familiar with the plot when watching the innumerable silent dramas. "This island welcomes anyone, but it's not so easy to leave."

Lu Zhengkang asked, "are you the father of bionics?"

"I can be, but I'm not. What you see is just a shadow left here, just like the picture played by the projector. To be honest, I pity you, young people. Tell me, do you have faith? Without faith, you can't survive here. ""I can have it." Lu Zhengkang replied like this.

"That's good. Do you believe in the original He took out a Klein bottle from the inside of his old gray wool cloak.

Lu Zhengkang frowned. He had never heard of anything. Originally, this thing did not appear in salt and shelter. It should be the God in the third world. "Is there any other choice?"

"It's rude and cruel to regard faith as a bargain." Kamsky quietly took back the Klein bottle.

When a big scientist of his said such words, it was rather awkward for Lu Zhengkang to listen to them.

"Then, do you believe in the most holy?" Kamsky slowly felt out a black and red slender abstract figure sculpture from his arms.

Lu Zhengkang frowned, "what is this?"

The father of bionic man was very angry, but he was very dedicated. He angrily took back the most holy God and muttered: "the most holy God is the only real God in the world. He once controlled the space-time twin trees together with the original, but now he is still believed by countless creatures in the ruins of the universe outside the island. It's very common, you don't believe it."

"What else is there?" Lu Zhengkang is now curious about Kamsky's cloak. He is like a man who steals and sells pirated CDs. He is afraid that when he lifts his shirt, he will show a full bag of idols, and then he shouts, "do you want a dish from a friend?"

Kamsky was not so tasteless. He took out a piece of skin from his pocket and spread it on the ground. Then he took out the statues one by one. In a moment, there were sixty or seventy statues, full of them. It didn't look like a seller, like a peddler selling vegetables.

"Here, choose for yourself."