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"As expected, it's such a powerful thing. Why is it only Ding Guan?"

Su Changxing put the totem into his backpack. Although it was broken, it could still be used.

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 it 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 has been angered by us now. If it takes action again, you will probably die. And even if it doesn't take action for the time being, you will die at any time."

Qu Zhaobai sighed and said, "So I am bound to die?"

Su Changxing shook his head and said seriously: "It doesn't count, there is still a glimmer of hope, and I can become an extraordinary person in the process."

Qu Zhaobai showed despair on his face. He did not think that he could become an extraordinary person. The probability of becoming an extraordinary person was even lower than the probability of winning the lottery.

More importantly, he has never even won the lottery.

"Just take it one step at a time. It seems that you are still healthy at the moment."

Su Changxing added, not wanting to attack Qu Zhaobai, but just telling the truth.

According to the city map, there is a small city ahead, which happens to be in no man's land. From their position, they can vaguely see another energy station, which is also a towering iron tower.

Su Changxing didn't stop and kept rushing all night. The blood mist in the air became thicker and thicker than the first day. The visible range of his field of vision was only five or six meters, and further away he could only see blurry shadows.

"Something's wrong, it's too foggy and it's still daytime."

Su Changxing stopped, frowned and said, having a vague premonition, but the timing prediction was not triggered.

The timing prediction seems to have stopped moving from a certain moment before, as if it has disappeared.

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

"Ho~"

Suddenly, there was a dragon roar.

A huge creature 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 dark body and scarlet eyes fell to the ground, roaring at them and struggling, but half of its body had been shattered.

"dragon?"

Qu Zhaoyu's face was full of shock.

Su Changxing thought of the monk's words and said smoothly: "It may be a lizard with wings. Having said that, their combat effectiveness is not particularly strong. At most, it is about the same as a screamer."

After walking forward for a while, there seemed to be a large forest blocking them.

Su Changxing stopped and heard the roars of dragons one after another. He judged that there were a considerable number of swamp dragons and said:

"There should be a swamp ahead. Let's go around it."

He then turned and walked sideways.

By noon, obvious black lines appeared on Qu Zhaobai's face, and his face revealed a strong aura of death.

Su Changxing checked his situation and said:

"Given your current situation, the closer you are to death, the higher the probability of becoming an extraordinary person. Of course, the probability of becoming a monster is also high."

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

"Does this mean I'm going to die?

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

Instant death is not scary. What is scary is the slow, perceptible death, which combined with the body's perception will make people completely collapse.

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

Qu Zhaobai was held up by Su Changxing on his shoulders, his body hung down weakly, and he said softly and slowly:

"Su Changxing, if we want to survive, some of us must survive. We can't all die. That would be a pity... We have a long past, and we should also have a bright future."

Before he reached the next town, Qu Zhaobai completely lost his life. There was no miracle or surprise, and he died plainly.

Su Changxing placed Qu Zhaobai's body on the ground and walked forward silently. Surrounded by a mist of red, he felt that this place was the so-called hell.

As he gradually approaches the town, more and more zombies are coming towards him. As time goes by, the strength of these zombies expands at an exaggerated speed.

He kept moving forward while waving his sickle, and more and more black blood stained his body.

The blood mist covered the sky, but it was also very bright, blurring the time. It was impossible to tell what time it was for the first time.

Too much.

There are too many zombies.

Suddenly, Su Changxing even thought he was dreaming.

A cruel and desperate dream.

A steady stream of swamp dragons and zombies attacked him.

The revolver's magazine kept spinning, shells flew out, and the swamp dragons were shot down one by one.

One, two, three...

He stopped counting later, and it wasn't until the bullets were almost empty that the seemingly endless tide of corpses gradually stopped, and the Swamp Dragon disappeared.

Su Changxing was holding a sickle and wearing a green and transparent cloak. He looked calmly at the corpses that could not be seen around him, thought for a moment and said to himself:

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

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

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

Su Changxing felt a mental shock, closed his eyes, and continued walking forward.

A giant squid-like creature with wings appeared above the town, hovering in mid-air, motionless, but its feathers were floating in the night wind.

When he reached the center of the town and stood at the foot of the giant creature, he was about to take a closer look. As if he noticed something, he suddenly looked back.

Where is the blood-red moon? It is clearly a huge pupil... hunched over, tilting its head through a small hole, looking down at this tiny world.

Su Changxing's face stained with black blood was illuminated by red light, and his expression became surprised and frozen, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

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

It's messy, it's all messy.

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

This world is terrifyingly large, larger than what the natives of this world described, and it is constantly expanding, leading to the appearance of areas outside the map.

The time is very long, or in other words, each day is very long. One day is equivalent to the original two or three days, and it is rapidly extending.

None of them noticed.

It's like it's been distorted by some external force, making time heavier and slower.

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

Su Changxing asked sarcastically in his heart, feeling sad and heavy.

If the time of a day is extended indefinitely, they can only stay on the same day until they all die.

It's like hanging a carrot in front of a donkey's head. It keeps moving forward but never gets to eat it, no matter how hard it runs.

Countless dead trees sprouted from the ground in the town and grew rapidly, destroying the original buildings and ground, as if they were frantically absorbing nutrients from the surface of the world.

Su Changxing remained motionless, surrounded by these dead trees, and his cheeks were closed little by little by the dead branches, closing his vision, closing his perception, closing his consciousness, like death, falling into the boundless darkness.

What is death?

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