End of the World: Start by controlling a god's altar

Eating tree bark and grass roots, how can a novel written by such a sloppy person be worth reading?

It would be more interesting to watch porn movies like the fat man.

Su Yuan patted the black-eyed writer on the shoulder and said seriously: "I'm sorry to bother you. When we eat hot pot, you can eat your tree bark. When the spring comes next year, I will find bamboo for you to chew, which is more suitable for you."

The black-eyed writer's face froze, and he wanted to say that if there was really hot pot to eat, then of course he would rather eat hot pot.

However, at this time, Su Yuan had already started climbing the mountain on his own. Dugu Pang, Lao Caibanzi, Xiao Keba and other people who had been with Su Yuan for a long time followed Su Yuan closely.

The rest of the people did not need to be urged. Su Yuan was like a brothel owner leading a group of chicks, with a long line of people following closely behind him.

The reason why these people followed so closely was mainly because they were afraid.

They were afraid that some deadly creatures like mutated wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards would suddenly rush out of the mountain. None of them were extraordinary people, so it was safer to follow Su Yuan.

As Su Yuan walked, he listened carefully to all the sounds around him and observed the traces left on the snow on the ground.

Perhaps because the world's industries have stopped and there are no more greenhouse gas emissions, this winter is particularly cold.

Stepping on the snow, it was like walking on a thick layer of potato chips, "crackling" sounded non-stop, which greatly affected his auditory judgment.

Su Yuan climbed more than a hundred meters up the hillside, suddenly stopped, stood there and slowly closed his eyes.

Everyone looked at each other, thinking that they had encountered some danger.

Suddenly, those who climbed trees climbed trees, and those who drilled snow shells drilled snow shells. In the blink of an eye, they hid completely, leaving only Dugu Pang and Su Yuan standing there.

Dugu Pang was stunned. Is this the old soldier?

Sure enough, he is a professional runner and a master of slicking his feet.

Su Yuan closed his eyes and slowly released his mental power in a certain direction. At this time, the mental power ring on his left hand also emitted a faint light.

With the blessing of this ring, Su Yuan can control his mental power meticulously without missing any details.

He condensed his mental power into a vertical line, and slowly swept it from left to right in a fan shape with himself as the center.

In the world of mental power, all entities seem to have become illusory existences.

Su Yuan can "see" the land covered with ice and snow through the thick snow, and can "see" the soil and gravel under the fallen leaves through the thick fallen leaves on the ground.

At this time, the old, weak, sick and disabled people hiding behind Su Yuan have been stretched to the limit.

They don't know what kind of danger and how terrifying the mutant is that can scare Su Yuan, who defeated Master Guangming and Tang Zhen, so much that he dare not move.

The atmosphere in the air is deathly heavy. While paying attention to the movements around Su Yuan, they kept looking at their companions, trying to find people who shared the same ideas from their companions' eyes and expressions.

Lao Cai Banzi winked at Xiao Keba, who pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

Xiao Keba raised his chin towards the direction of the mountain, meaning, what are you waiting for? Run, run!

Lao Cai Banzi showed hesitation and struggle, frowned and shook his head, and pursed his lips towards Su Yuan, meaning, wait a little longer and see what Su Yuan would do.

Xiao Keba saw that Lao Cai Banzi was still unwilling to leave, so he said "Ah" in his heart and turned to look at others.

It happened that the writer with dark circles was not far from him. The two blinked at each other and began to exchange opinions again.

This time, Xiao Keba's proposal was approved by Dark Circle. The two nodded vigorously at the same time.

They were seen quietly moving their bodies, stretching their arms and legs, and winking their eyes to attract the attention of others. Then they communicated silently with the tacit understanding cultivated from countless times of escaping together.

In the end, Xiao Keba and the writer with dark circles had gathered six or seven people nearby and were ready to run away. Xiao Keba bared his teeth and hissed twice softly.

Lao Caibanzi turned his head and saw that Xiao Keba's expression was particularly serious, and he blinked and nodded with unusual strength, so he knew that this was the last moment.

He knew that Xiao Keba was asking him if he would leave? If not, they would leave.

Lao Caibanzi cursed in his heart. If this boss who had just surrendered just ran away like this, it would be a bit unrighteous.

But he thought again, can righteousness be eaten as food and life? No!

So Lao Caibanzi grabbed his rusty kitchen knife and let righteousness go. In the face of crisis, nothing is more important than life.

Several people winked at each other, slowly retreated from their hiding place, and then retreated stealthily.

Running away is a disease, an infectious disease. As long as one person runs away first, the rest of the people will start to move without even asking why they are running away.

At this moment!

Su Yuan suddenly looked back, and then he suddenly ran up the hillside!

Everyone was shocked and thought to themselves that it was not good, the direction of escape was wrong!

They judged others by themselves and naturally thought that Su Yuan was also running away, so they immediately cursed and ran after Su Yuan.

The cold wind was howling and the snow was continuous. If you step down, your entire ankle will be buried in the snow.

When they lifted their feet, a handful of broken snow would be blown up by the cold wind, and it would hit the faces of the people running behind them like ice knives.

These people had not even seen where the danger came from, and they had already thrown away their armor.

They threw the heavy metal knives aside, panting with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and took out the strength that was pressed in their bones, trying to leave others behind.

Before they could run out of the distance of an arrow, Su Yuan suddenly pounced like a tiger, and half of his body was under the snow shell.

Like copying and pasting, Lao Caibanzi and others immediately followed suit and found a place with thick snow to drill in.

Not long after the head was inserted into the snow, the whole world was quiet. The hot sweat on his head also quickly cooled down in the cold snowflakes. He only heard his heart beating "thump thump".

The writer with dark circles under his eyes was praying in his heart, and heard a "rustling" sound coming from far and near under the snow cover!

From the sound, it seemed that a ferocious beast was rushing towards him!

The little heart with dark circles under his eyes skipped a beat in fear, and he thought to himself, what a sin! If I stayed at the foot of the mountain and ate tree bark, how could I encounter such a thing?

Before he could pull his head out of the snow pile, something suddenly hit his head with a "bang", and the hair on his body stood up.

What's more terrifying is that the thing that hit his head actually rolled over and hugged his face tightly!