Planet of Terror

(Second update, Xiaobai continues to explode, it would be a bit unreasonable for you not to collect it...)

The body keeps rolling with the direction of the wind, gradually breaking away from the gravity of the earth, losing control and being manipulated by the wind at will. There is nothing in Zhang Wei's whole world except the sound of the wind. I am the pretty young man of the Dragon Clan.

The violent rolling, the world was spinning, the stomach was twitching continuously, and the sour and hot feeling surged out of the esophagus, pushing the remaining food into the throat. After being unable to bear it any longer, vomit sprayed out from his mouth. Zhang Wei was like a

The out-of-control jet pushed the sour, rotten, and dried filth out of the mouth, scattering it in all directions in the wind.

At this time, Zhang Wei couldn't care less, and he couldn't stop them from sticking to his face and clothes, making him reborn invulnerable.

The big black pot above his head dropped to nowhere when it was blown up. Zhang Wei felt that the grains of sand were like knives, constantly piercing his cheeks and cutting the skin on them bit by bit.

When everything in his stomach was vomited up, Zhang Wei couldn't help but retched, but with his mouth open, the wind poured it back in. In a short period of time, before Zhang Wei felt any discomfort, his stomach had been filled up and suddenly bulged.

The feeling made Zhang Wei shut up quickly, but even so, he was still upset.

Zhang Wei's figure flying in the air was so small. At this moment, the wind column of the tornado was already a hundred meters thick. Everything in its path was flattened. A towering sand dune was swallowed up by the wind column in an instant. After the tornado stopped for a few seconds and left, it would be gone again.

Go see it has turned into a low lying sand pit.

Wherever the tornado passes, the power of destruction destroys everything. A huge desert mutant beast wants to resist this force and buries its strong and powerful tentacles deeply under the sand, as if fighting a tornado, but it instantly

It was crushed into pieces, and those tentacles kept shaking in the depths of the desert, as if they were unwilling to let the body disappear.

From this point of view, Zhang Wei was lucky. He was involved in the tornado at the early stage of its formation. His body continued to rise and was taken into the high air. At this moment, most of the things sucked in by the tornado were crushed and scattered.

With a body as small as Zhang Wei's, he probably wouldn't even be left in pieces.

A huge boulder hidden in the sea of ​​sand was unearthed by strong winds. It relied on its hard body to withstand the initial stranglehold, but when it was blown dozens of meters into the air, it was suddenly thrown out of the wind column and fell heavily to the ground.

On the sand surface, it was then sucked into the tornado. After repeated several times, the boulder was broken into countless small pieces, which were quickly broken down into smaller volumes and entered into the wind column.

Zhang Wei, who was rolling in the sky, was dizzy for a long time. His brain was shaken and he couldn't think of anything. The whole body's skeleton began to loosen. The wind seemed to have blown through his body. It was better to have a leather jacket to protect him. Others

The area had long been scratched and scarred by slightly larger sand and stones.

The boulders shattered into small stones in the wind, like flying stone formations, quickly approaching Zhang Wei.

Just when he was feeling extremely uncomfortable, Zhang Wei suddenly felt heavy objects hitting his body continuously, and then his head was hit hard by an external force. He tilted his neck and fainted...

The scorching sun is still baking the earth fiercely, and the desert has returned to tranquility after the roughness just now.

The magical transformation of the natural environment.

In order to celebrate those survivors, the sky is colorful and infinitely beautiful, but only those who survive can appreciate it.

Zhang Wei lay quietly on the ground, his lower body had been submerged in the sand, his clothes were covered with dried blood, the lace on the chest of the wolfskin coat had been broken, and his chest muscles were exposed to the sun. Zhang Wei's eyes widened, a look on his face

There were stains, blood, dirt, and sand. The hair was like hay, stuck together in clumps. The diamond-shaped wound on the head had no blood left, and a thin layer of dead skin appeared on it.

Zhang Wei's eyes were wide and lifeless, and the black eyes were motionless under the burning light, as if they were not afraid of the dazzling light. However, when you look closely, you will find that the pupils of the eyes have become dilated.

The originally pitch-black eyes of Easterners have turned into gray-brown.

The upper lip was dry and cracked, and a large piece of dead skin stood up, shaking slightly and rhythmically in the air.

It was a weak breath exhaled from the nostrils. When the dead skin of the lips was blown, it lost its kinetic energy. The weak beating in the chest proved that Zhang Wei was not dead yet, but if he did not wake up, he was not far away from death.

, because a carrion eagle kept circling in the sky.

Scavengers generally have an ominous meaning, because they are messengers of death, waiting for the moment when food dies, and their appearance is usually accompanied by lifeless corpses.

Where the tornado passed, there was a lot of minced meat left on the sand, but Zhang Wei's piece was obviously more attractive, both in terms of size and taste, making it irresistible for the goshawk to wait patiently.

Under the sunlight in the desert, this is the best environment to accelerate death. An eagle eye can clearly see Zhang Wei's breath from a thousand meters altitude. The goshawk's hovering height is getting lower and lower. As Zhang Wei dies,

The pace quickens, and the scavengers become bolder and bolder.

The goshawk on the ground blocked the light, and the shadow it left kept getting smaller and heavier. When the shadow passed over the ground and went straight to Zhang Wei, the moment it reached Zhang Wei's face and blocked the sun, it was originally

Zhang Wei, who was about to become a corpse, suddenly exhaled heavily, spitting out the sand in his mouth, and turned over to sit up.

The goshawk, which originally descended dozens of meters, was startled by the sudden change, screamed and flapped its wings wildly, and rushed into the towering sky again.

"Ahem..." After waking up, Zhang Wei kept coughing. His smoky throat was red, swollen, dry and itchy under the scorching sun.

"Am I not dead?" Zhang Wei asked himself this question countless times during these days in the desert. His despair brought him to the edge of collapse.

After sitting up, Zhang Wei didn't have the strength to push away the sand that buried him, and quickly rummaged through the storage space, looking for any leftover drinking water. At this time, lightly polluted rainwater had become a luxury.

Checking the containers one by one, the more eager Zhang Wei became, the more disappointed he became. He regretted why he didn't restrain himself at the beginning, even if there was only a sip of water left! As a result, at this moment, the sound of rushing seemed to be transmitted to his mind, but in the storage space

Of course, no sound will be made. This is entirely Zhang Wei's psychological effect.

Half a bottle of water and wine! Zhang Wei still remembers that when he first entered the game, he shared the leftover with Li Jun. Since he didn’t know how to drink, he kept it buried deep in the storage space. The other full bottle of wine at the same time was

I don’t know who the bottle of wine was given to anymore.

He took out the water and wine and drank it in one gulp. The pungency extended from his mouth to his stomach. The hot burning sensation exceeded the redness and inflammation. His empty stomach became particularly sensitive. Zhang Wei almost spit out the water and wine he had just drank.

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This is the last liquid. Apart from drinking your own blood, water and wine become the last dinner. It would not be as simple as shameful to waste it. You quickly cover your mouth to suppress the urge to vomit.

The alcohol quickly came on. Although Zhang Wei felt hot and dry, it was not that strong anymore. While his throat and mouth were moist, Zhang Wei stuffed a piece of dried meat into his mouth, as if fighting a battle, and continued to drink.

Chewing, chewing up the dry and hard meat, and swallowing it.