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Shen Liang nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Su knows the no man's land very well. Have you been here before?"

Su Changxing heard Shen Liang's temptation, but he said without hesitation: "Yes, I stayed there for a while."

Wu Qingsheng asked thoughtfully: "So you were injured in no man's land before."

Su Changxing nodded calmly and said, "Yes, I almost died in it, but I'm still lucky."

Wu Qingsheng sat upright, leaning on his side with one hand on the ground, staring at Su Changxing, smiling, and said:

"Brother Su, no matter what happens in the end, you must survive. The more the world becomes like this, the more powerful people are needed to survive."

"It doesn't matter if I have one more or one less. I am originally a poor person. I might have died a long time ago. I am still alive today."

Su Changxing wiped his face and said with a chuckle: "Those who can live to this day have a bad life, and isn't there a saying that the more miserable the life, the harder it is."

The air was mixed with the residual smell of gasoline, which was unpleasant, but it covered up the rancid smell and made people feel comfortable.

At this point, everyone can only hold on with their last breath. Without this breath, they will probably be in complete despair.

Someone on the forum posted a post before his death. The post contained only one photo. This photo was very ordinary. There was only a table that was about to fall apart, and there was nothing around it.

"Did he see something else?"

The monk was a little confused and felt that it was not that simple.

Su Changxing leaned against the wall, thought for a moment and said, "He saw a different influence than what was reflected in the photo. He must have been affected by the dead tree and his spirit was distorted."

He thought of the scenes he had encountered at the gathering place before, the white porcelain dolls that appeared out of thin air, and the weird laughter, which made people shudder.

Even though he had strong mental resistance, it seemed to be of no use. It was the monk who exerted his strength at the critical moment that saved him.

It was not until noon that they saw the shadow of the dead tree again, which made everyone feel frightened.

"Logically speaking, even if it can grow very tall, we may not be able to see it." Aaron stared at the sky, his face kept twitching, and he said incoherently.

Before he could finish speaking, he fell to his knees, twitching, and collapsed emotionally.

Wu Qingsheng kicked him on the butt and said sternly: "There are so many people here, don't embarrass me. Like a man, you will die when you die, so what? You were almost hacked to death, and I didn't either." Watch you cry."

Aaron slowly stood up from the ground, his expression returned to calm, and he said silently: "Boss, I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

They had no choice but to wait, waiting for death to come, as if they were on the guillotine, looking at the executioner holding a big knife, and seeing the big knife already raised high.

Su Changxing lay on the top of the gas station, staring at the gray sky in a daze, listening to the monks silently reciting scriptures, and felt quite comfortable.

"Wei Huo, before, that old man surrounded you and killed you, which shows that you monks did pose a certain threat to him, but it is a pity that you missed that opportunity."

He thought about what happened before and thought about it.

The monk opened his eyes, thought for a while and said, "I don't know, but my senior brother is very powerful. Even if I become an extraordinary person, I should still be inferior to him."

"We have been cleaning up those dolls under his leadership before. Maybe we really shouldn't enter no man's land."

"Actually, at that time, he didn't agree to go in, but he was persuaded by me..."

"So I'm wondering if I've been doing the wrong thing."

Su Changxing turned his head and saw the serious look on his face, and chuckled: "It doesn't matter who is right or wrong. As long as the purpose is correct, it is correct. Many things cannot be controlled or predicted by humans."

"Ha, if I can go back alive, I will definitely go to your temple to burn a stick of incense and give you some money for incense."

The monk took off his hat, exposed his bald head, winked and said, "Then just give me the money. Anyway, I won't get the incense money."

Su Changxing laughed loudly and said: "Wei Huo, do you think this is breaking the precepts and being greedy?"

The monk shook his head and said: "I'm not much of a monk. I was punished many times by my master before. My senior brothers are the real monks."

As time goes by, the temperature gradually decreases, and the dead trees become larger and larger in the field of vision, as if blocking the sun, the sky is dark, the light is blocked from the clouds, and scatters downward in a curve.

Everything seems unreal.

"Did you hear something talking in your ears?"

Qu Zhaoyu stood on the edge of the road, looked around and said.

"Oh, I heard it too, but I couldn't understand what you were saying?"

"I heard it too."

Several people nearby also said.

Su Changxing also heard it, as if someone was whispering and singing in the wind. It was not a mental disturbance, but a real presence.

"It's coming."

He looked up again and saw that the sky had turned scarlet at some point, and the clouds and mist also had a faint reddish hue.

There was nothing in front of him, but he could feel the presence of the other party.

"Why don't you run away? You can't run away. Death is your final destination."

The old man's voice suddenly appeared, erratically, from left to right, then to the left.

It's like teasing them.

Su Changxing could feel the old man's state of mind watching the show. He knew that they had been running away, but he did not rush to catch up.

Not far away, a dead tree in the desert gradually changed into shape, and the old man's slightly rickety figure appeared there, looking at them with a smile on his face, full of pride and aloofness.

The monk opened his eyes wide and said angrily: "What have you gained, dragging so many people to die with you?"

The old man waved his hand and said slowly:

"I will not die with you. From now on, I will be an immortal existence. The so-called gods are nothing more than that."

[Withered tree stand-in: a fake body with ninth-level strength. 】

"Really?"

Su Changxing chuckled, raised his pistol, pointed it at the old man's head, and pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated the old man's head, blasting a hole the size of a fist and leaving behind a pile of dead branches.

"The most despairing thing about people is that no matter how hard they try, they cannot succeed. There is only meaningless struggle and meaningless expectation."

The old man's voice still echoed in everyone's ears, like a nightmare.

Some people couldn't bear it and sat down on the ground and cried loudly, with dark circles under their eyes and despair on their faces.

Sudden.

Huang Longhu picked up the ax in his hand, rushed towards Wu Qingsheng, and struck his vest with the axe.

Wu Qingsheng reacted, ducked sideways, kicked Huang Longhu to the ground, and cursed: "Ahu, what the hell are you doing!"

Huang Longhu sat on the ground, looking at Wu Qingsheng blankly, with a blank look on his face, and said: "No, boss, that's not what I meant."