Chapter 408： die?

"As expected, it's a very powerful thing, why is it only Ding Guan?"

Su Changxing put the totem into his backpack. Although it was broken, it was still usable.

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 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 angered by us now. If it makes a move again, you will probably die. And even if it doesn't make a move for a while, you will die at any time."

Qu Zhaobai sighed, and said, "So I must die?"

Su Changxing shook his head and said seriously: "It doesn't count, there is still a chance to become a Extraordinary in this process."

Qu Zhaobai showed despair on his face, he didn't think he could become an Extraordinary, the probability of becoming an Extraordinary was even lower than the probability of winning the lottery.

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

"Let's take one step at a time. It seems that you are still healthy."

Su Changxing said again that he didn't want to hurt Qu Zhaobai, but just told the truth.

According to the city map, there is a small city in front of them, which happens to be in the no-man's land, and they can vaguely see another energy station at this location, which is still a towering iron tower.

Su Changxing didn't stop. He was on the road all night. The blood fog in the air was getting thicker and thicker than the first day. The range of his vision was only five or six meters, and he could only see blurred shadows any further.

"It's not right, the fog is too thick, it's still daytime."

Su Changxing stopped, frowned and said, he had a bad premonition, but the timing foresight did not trigger.

The timing prediction seems to have been silent since a certain moment before, as if it disappeared

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

"Roar~"

Suddenly, there was a dragon roar.

A huge monster 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 black body and scarlet eyes fell to the ground, roaring at them continuously, struggling, but half of its body had been blasted to pieces.

"dragon?"

Qu Zhaoyu was shocked.

Su Changxing thought of the monk's words, and said casually, "It may also be a lizard with wings. After all, their combat effectiveness is not particularly strong, at most it is about the same as the screecher."

After walking a certain distance, there seemed to be a large forest blocking them.

Su Changxing stopped and heard the howling of dragons one after another, judged that there were quite a number of swamp dragons, and said:

"There should be a swamp ahead, let's go around."

He then turned and walked sideways.

At noon, obvious black lines appeared on Qu Zhaobai's face, and his face revealed a strong dead air.

Su Changxing checked his situation and said:

"Based on your current situation, the closer you are to death, the higher the probability of becoming an Extraordinary, and of course the probability of becoming a monster is not small."

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

"Does that mean I'm dying?

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

Instant death is not terrible, what is terrible is the kind of slow, perceivable death, combined with the body's perception, it will completely collapse people.

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

Qu Zhaobai was supported by Su Changxing on his shoulders, his body hung down weakly, and he said in a low voice and slowly:

"Su Changxing, to live, we have to have someone to live, and we can't die, that would be a pity... We have a long past, and we should have a bright future."

Before reaching the next town, Qu Zhaobai died completely without any miracles or surprises, and died in a flat manner.

Su Changxing put Qu Zhaobai's body on the ground, and walked forward silently, surrounded by red mist, feeling that this is the so-called hell.

Gradually approaching the town, more and more zombies rushed towards him. As time went by, the strength of these zombies expanded rapidly at an exaggerated speed.

He kept moving forward wielding his sickle, and more and more black blood was stained on his body.

The blood mist covered the sky, but it was also very bright, blurring the time, and it was impossible to tell when it appeared at the first time.

Too much.

There are too many zombies.

Suddenly, Su Changxing even thought he was dreaming.

A cruel and hopeless dream.

A steady stream of swamp dragons and corpses attacked him.

The magazine of the revolver kept turning, and the bullets flew out, and the swamp dragons were knocked down one by one.

One, two, three...

He didn't count anymore, until the bullet was about to run out, 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 all around, thought for a while and said to himself:

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

He suddenly looked up to the sky.

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

Su Changxing felt the shock coming from his spirit, closed his eyes, and continued to walk forward.

A gigantic monster with wings like a squid appeared above the town, hovering in mid-air, still, but its feathers floated in the night wind.

Walking to the center of the town, at the foot of the behemoth, he was about to take a closer look, as if he had noticed something, he looked back suddenly.

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

Su Changxing's blood-stained face was illuminated by the red light, his expression became surprised and froze, as if he saw something extraordinary.

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

Chaos, all chaos.

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

This world is terribly big, bigger than the natives of this world described, and it is constantly expanding, which also leads to the emergence of areas outside the map~www.novelhall.com~ The time is very long, or the time of each day is very long Long, one day is equivalent to the original two days, three days, and it is continuously extending rapidly.

None of them noticed.

It's like being distorted by some external force, making time heavy and slow.

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

Su Changxing asked a mocking question in his heart, feeling sad and heavy.

If the day is extended indefinitely, they can only stay in the same day until they all die.

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

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

Su Changxing remained motionless, surrounded by these dead trees, his cheeks were gradually closed by the dead branches, his vision, perception, and consciousness were blocked, like death, he fell into the boundless darkness.

What is death?

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

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