Boundary Convention

"It's okay...he can't see us."

The wasteland said softly again.

The voice was so soft that even the heartbeats of the two of them in the quiet darkness overwhelmed the voice, making it impossible to tell whether he was comforting the child beside him or comforting himself.

Perhaps Huang himself didn't notice, unconsciously, he tightly covered George's mouth, and because George, like him, was so nervous that he didn't dare to take a breath, he didn't react redundantly to it.

What exactly is that?

Through a thin layer of glass, the wilderness looked nervously at this dark figure bathed in the light of the fluorescent lamp.

Due to the backlight, what he can see is very limited, only the guy's polished chain armor, the nose helmet with horns, and... pupils that are darker than the darkness itself.

When a person is alive, the size of the pupil is about 2mm~4mm. This is because it is controlled by the pupillary sphincter to adjust the light received by the lens.

And this guy's pupil is about 5mm above, obviously, it has already diffused. The pupils are more than 5mm, and they are dilated, fixed, and lose their light reflection... This is a unique state of the dead.

It can be seen that this guy in front of him is a dead man.

So at this moment, what is this figure looking at the wasteland through the thin glass window?

Evil spirit?

Zombies?

The wasteland does not believe in such illusory things, but the black silhouette in front of him has the habits and states of these fantasy creations—it is like a marionette with a broken string, its limbs are weak and weak when it moves. Coordinated, his whole body was limp, and he tensed and twitched from time to time.

Suddenly, this guy's body began to shake, driving the chain armor all over his body to rub against each other, making an uncomfortable rustling sound, just like the sound of a snake spitting out a letter, especially after confirming that the godless eyes belonged to a dead person, this The uncomfortable rubbing sound is even more uncomfortable.

Huang Yuan felt that this thing made him feel similar to the robot he met in Dyson Bay.

Before he knew it, Huang Yuan and the pupils that had lost their light had been staring at each other for ten or twenty seconds. The other party seemed to be finally convinced that there was no movement outside the room, and finally staggered away from the window of the infirmary.

The breath stuck in Moorland and George's throats was finally relieved.

Hiding in the darkness just now, they even suppressed their breathing as low as possible, so that now they are a little hypoxic, and have to inhale the turbid air into their lungs with the darkness.

"Hey, tell me, what exactly is that?"

As George said, he leaned towards the infirmary, as if he wanted to take another look at the tall guy, so that he could see him clearly under the fluorescent light.

But even though he leaned out, his neck was still fixed in place by the wilderness, so he couldn't see much through the window.

"I don't know...but..."

Desolate hesitated to speak, he wanted to tell George the conclusion he had just reached that it was a dead person, but he was afraid that George would become more confused, or there would be a lot of irrelevant questions like "how can a dead person move?" question.

"But what? You mean it?"

"However, his attire is a bit like a Viking."

The wilderness changed the subject and replied.

In fact, in the era when the Vikings were active, the armor was actually similar. In addition to the cultural integration of the Vikings and other ethnic groups, such as the Normans, it is actually not very accurate to judge who they are based on the style of the armor. of.

But this guy, should be a Viking. Or rather, he was dressed like this to make him look like a Viking.

The clue was the nose helmet with the horns on it.

Perhaps in the impression of many people, the Vikings will wear helmets decorated with majestic horns. This kind of attire is also very popular in some comics or movies, and is usually used to ration the nation based on the Vikings.

But in fact, the Vikings never decorated their helmets with horns. The reason for this misunderstanding seems to be that when the earliest scholars dug up the Vikings' cemetery, they found scattered horns in the grave. So I preconceived that the horn might be part of the helmet, but it might actually be just a horn cup.

As soon as Huang Yuan finished speaking, suddenly, there was a faint voice from the entrance of the infirmary.

It was as if the door was gently pushed open.

The wilderness hurriedly looked towards the exit, but due to the darkness, he couldn't see anything. He could only hear the rustling sound of the snake's chain armor and the sound of thick-soled shoes hitting the ground.

The guy ran out.

For a moment, the wilderness and George, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, had to hold their breath again, trying their best to suppress any possible sounds.

limp.

The footsteps moved forward with an uncomfortable rhythm, and became louder and clearer. It was approaching, and coming toward the Moor and George.

Did you find them?

No, it shouldn't be like this.

If the other party had discovered them, they would have taken action a long time ago. Walking out unhurriedly like this obviously didn't mean to come for them, Huang Yuan thought quickly in his mind.

"what to do?"

George asked, leaning into the moor's ear.

"Don't move, don't make a sound, wait for the time to run."

Wasteland replied.

He hoped that his speculation was right, the Vikings should just leave here, so that they could enter the infirmary without taking any risks...

Getting closer, the sound of footsteps getting closer. As the Viking slowly approached, Wasteland and George could gradually see the slight cold light on the polished chain armor. At this time, besides the set of chain armor, what was shining on his body was the terrifying weapon it held in his hand.

Hiding in the darkness, the two did not dare to move, they could only turn their eyes and look at the Viking's hand.

It was an axe, and the ax was always associated with the Vikings, but in fact, the Vikings, like other peoples, used more spears and swords.

And at this moment, George almost called out. For as the hatchet swayed back and forth along the Viking's swaying, uncontrollable body, the reflection of the metal revealed something creepy about it.

—some kind of liquid.

Red-black, the liquid that stains its blade in a splash.

"Yes... it's blood..."

George's voice was trembling, and the panic made him break the silence he should have kept. Moor hurriedly covered his mouth and looked at the Viking, but he didn't respond to George's voice .

Maybe I didn't notice it.

The wilderness just quietly covered George's mouth, and slowly moved from the corner of the wall where they were curled up to the other side. In order to prevent unnecessary risks, he now needs to take George to change positions.

In this way, even if he had noticed them just now, or noticed them at the beginning, in such darkness, it was impossible for this guy to figure out their location all at once.

With his arms around George, he moved his butt slowly, moving inch by inch against the rock wall behind him. In order not to accidentally touch the stone and make a sound, he walked towards the infirmary as carefully as possible.

Everything is going well, the big guy who has no master is still walking carelessly towards their original position, and they are gradually approaching the infirmary.

Although he was gradually moving away from danger, at this moment, Huang Yuan was still uneasy, and even his heartbeat was a little unbearable for his thin body. It wasn't that his heart beat faster because of the fear of sneaking under the noses of the enemy now. For some reason, he seemed to feel that the darkness was extraordinarily friendly, surrounded by the darkness, and felt as if he was buried in a quilt, extremely at ease.

And what he was worried about was...the blood on the axe.

He hoped it wasn't blood at first, but he couldn't lie to himself. Then he could only pray for the blood of someone who was not acquainted with him, but this made him feel that his thoughts were very selfish.

The footsteps are getting farther and farther away, getting smaller and smaller, almost inaudible.

It seems that the danger has finally gone away, and they can finally breathe a sigh of relief again.

Just in case, before entering the infirmary, Moor cast another glance in the darkness in the direction the Vikings were heading away.

And just at this glance, a trace of unhappiness surged in Huang Yuan's heart.

The sound of footsteps that gradually receded, and the last trace of vibration was about to fail from the eardrum of the wasteland stopped.

That voice is so small, yet so...

Sudden.

Wasteland froze for a moment, then subconsciously pushed George towards the half-closed door of the infirmary.

At the next moment, the sound of the footsteps that seemed to be hundreds of miles away was very close in an instant. Such a long distance seemed to be only two or three steps away.

The wilderness rolled to the side in a panic.

At the same time, there was a terrible howl right beside him, like howling a wolf, like howling a bear, sharp and ear-piercing, spreading with the momentum of trying to crush the soft brain in the wasteland It opened, and was disturbed by the crisp sound of heavy objects chopping on the ground.

Huang Yuan flusteredly touched the strangely shaped stone he had picked up, fumbled around on it randomly, and only then re-activated the magical lighting ability of the stone.

He raised his head, and there was a huge monster nearly two meters in front of him staring at him with fangs and claws, and the pupils that had completely lost their brilliance revealed a bleak color. Under the shroud of light, this giant man in chain armor looked more oppressive than just a silhouette.

And it also convinced Huang Yuan that this is indeed a dead person.

The pale skin, the uncontrollable saliva dripping from the mouth, and the distorted facial features are not what a living person should have anyway.

He subconsciously looked towards where he was just now, and there was already a deep scratch on the hard ground between them...or rather a gully.

This is caused by that ax. There is no doubt that this ax is more advanced than its owner and what it looks like. I have learned in the library that the Mohs hardness of iron is only 4~5, while In this land of Kunlun, the rock formations of basalt may reach a hardness of 5-7 on the Mohs scale.

"Woo—ahhh—"

The Viking groaned in pain, as if his wrist was being grabbed by something, he swung his arm and slammed a blow towards the wilderness. The way it attacked was so reckless and violent. It didn't even consider the center of gravity after the attack, nor did it worry about whether it would be counterattacked later.

Huang Yuan stomped on the ground with his feet, stepped back, and barely escaped the thunderous blow by rolling and crawling.

The Viking rushed to nothing, fell to the ground, froze for a while, then slowly raised himself up, and was about to stand up, when the wilderness jumped up from the ground first.

He kicked hard at the horned helmet that was still half prostrate on the ground, trying to kick it back to the ground, but because of his small and light body, he was pushed out by the reaction, and fell on his back.

"Hey, why are you so stupid!"

Seeing the ugliness of the wasteland, George watched the joke from the sidelines.

"Shut up!"

Wasteland shouted loudly. He leaned on his waist and propped his other hand on the wall before he barely straightened up.

This fall was really beyond his expectation, even the pain was unexpectedly unbearable, the gravel on the ground severely hurt his back when he fell, he even felt a little sharp The stones pierced his thin clothes.

He didn't yell at George because he was angry with him. On the contrary, he was afraid that if George made a noise, he would attract the unexpected monster in front of him.

Fortunately, the Vikings were still trying to get up from the ground in a leisurely manner, as if they didn't hear George's voice at all, and didn't even turn their heads, as if they had no hearing.

When it stood still again, as if nothing had happened, it moaned and waved the sharp ax in its hand to launch the next attack. Its attack was still wide-ranging and full of gaps, but the wasteland didn't do anything to him, he tried to lift a big rock to hit the slow-moving guy. But even if it hit the target, the stone hit the helmet heavily, shattered the ground, and made a dent in the helmet that seemed to be attached to the skull. The monster still walked slowly from the ground as if nothing had happened. get up.

In this way, back and forth, the big man and the short man chased the other and hid, I don't know how many back and forth lasted.

The wasteland suddenly began to feel that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to avoid the attack of the Vikings.

No matter how the wasteland attacked him, it would still rise from the ground again like the sunrise of a mountain, but the wasteland avoided the attack repeatedly, and his physical strength and will were losing bit by bit.

Pea-sized beads of sweat flowed down from his forehead, dripping on the scratches on his neck, hands, and knees from countless times of rolling, running and jumping. The salt of sweat made his wounds ache, but exhaustion made the pain seem insignificant.

Even the speed at which this monster got up seemed to be getting faster and faster.

it got faster?

No, it's just that I slowed down.

If it goes on like this, there is no doubt that he will be chopped down and split in two by the terrifying ax from the sky.

Be sure to find a way to reverse the situation!

Huang Yuan thought, and looked down at the strange stone that he had been holding in his hand just now.

This angular stone left many wounds unknowingly when he focused on dodging just now, and the overflowing blood stained this strangely colored stone. It seems to be urging the wilderness to run its fingers across its countless edges.

I remember that when I checked in the library, the director always told him not to touch things that he didn't understand...

But now, he clearly has no choice.

Just as he was panting heavily, and was about to use this unknown stone again, suddenly, he heard the dull sound of something falling to the ground not far from him.

It was as if something had been thrown over.

The wilderness looked around, and saw a dark thing lying at his feet under the incredible illumination of the stone.

And he knew what it was right away, because there was only one thing in the world that had that shape.

It's a pistol.

Not caring so much, Huang Yuan rushed forward to pick up the pistol, threw away the strange-shaped stone in his hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the babbling monster.

He remembered that he had never used a pistol before, and he didn't know what aiming was at all. He just learned from the movies and books he had seen and pretended to aim. But for some reason, it felt so natural to him to hold a gun.

"Kill you--"

he growled, pulled the trigger, and fired several rounds.

Gunshots echoed in the small cave.

In an instant, several sparks flashed from the Viking's chain armor. The bullets that were fired did not hurt the tall dead man. Embedded deeply into the rock wall beside it.

"What... what's going on!"

Faced with what happened before him, Huang Yuan couldn't believe his eyes. And George behind the door couldn't say a word, because he didn't even know what happened.

"Is this monster wearing body armor?".

The wilderness really didn't know what else to do. The Vikings walked forward step by step, forcing the wilderness to retreat again and again until it leaned against the rock wall and had no way to retreat.

The wilderness might still have the strength to dodge one or two more attacks, but now, he is at the end of the road, there is no way to escape, and he can't even dodge, even if he dodges...

Finally, the Vikings came to the front of the wasteland. As if he was completely sure of the victory, he raised his ax high, roared, and raised it above his head, intending to strike the wilderness with a thunderous blow.

George, who was hiding behind the door, shivered and covered his eyes.

The next moment, blood spattered.

Outside the bright infirmary, there was only one standing figure left.

The thin young man fell into a pool of blood, his neck was torn apart by the force, and the wound went straight to the collarbone. Anyone can see that it is hopeless, and it is impossible for a person who has become like that to stand up again.

The blood-splattered Viking tilted his head and looked at the wasteland on the ground, as if he was not sure whether the victim in front of him had stopped breathing.

Then it twitched as usual, almost like laughing.

Just like that, limping, dragging his ax, he left towards the depths of darkness.

At this time, only one person was still there, until the hollow moans and the chilling footsteps completely disappeared, and he slowly poked his head out from the back of the infirmary.

"Waste...wasteland?"

George called cautiously towards the moor.

However, no response.

"Hey...don't scare me...you, wasteland, don't pretend to be dead..."

He came out from behind the door, walked forward unsteadily, and pointed the wilderness on the ground with his index finger.

In fact, even he could tell that the person in front of him might be dead, and the clearly visible wound was simply proof of death.

He froze.

To be so close to death is a shocking event for any child.

He was very scared, and wanted to cry out of fear, but he knew that he had something to do now, he was a boy, so he had to be brave...

"You, you scare me, right?...You wait for me, I..."

With tears in his mouth, he rushed into the infirmary.

In the infirmary, there must be something that can be used, he thought, there must be something in this infirmary that can heal the wilderness, as long as he takes the healing medicine, the wilderness's injury will definitely heal!

He rummaged through boxes and cabinets, opened one cabinet after another, opened one box after another.

I don't know what kind of medicine is written in foreign language, pass.

It smells very pungent medicine, pass.

The color looks bright medicine, pass.

He rummaged through the piles of medicine like a headless chicken. He took out the medicine bottle and the medicine bottle one by one, and threw them out again. The sound of bottles and cans colliding echoed in the infirmary.

The irritating smell of some medicines was mixed together, making him cough non-stop, but he didn't care, and now there was only one thought in his mind: he should find a bandage now to stop the bleeding. Although he doesn't know how to use it, but...

"What are you doing……"

Just as he was searching for medicine in the cabinet with bottles and jars, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

He saw a person he was very familiar with sitting under the window beside him.

"Bei, Miss Beibei!"

All of a sudden, George seemed to have found a savior, and the tears that he had been holding back were now about to flow out because of being moved. He ran up suddenly, just about to throw himself into Belita's arms, but was stunned.

Because, the bandage on Belita's body was covered with blood.

"Sister Beibei, you, are you injured too?"

"It's okay, nothing serious."

Belleta said calmly.

Although it hurts to get hit by an ax firmly, it is not fatal. In other words, it was not fatal to her. As a doctor, she can probably tell that the ax of the primitive man who attacked her just now is very blunt every time, as if it was programmed, but every time it is really aimed at the vital point. over here. If Belita hadn't been a severe decomposition patient, there was no doubt that Belita was dead.

The disintegration had taken away so much of her flesh and viscera that the blow of the ax to her vitals did only minimal damage, shattering and shattering what little of her remaining ribs.

And just now, she had reached into her body to take out those fragments.

What an irony that the disease that was supposed to kill her now saved her life.

"But you shed a lot of blood..."

"Don't worry about it, I'm fine. By the way, you said 'also', do you mean that other people were also chopped off?"

"Yes! Yes! The wasteland was cut by that big man, and a lot of blood was shed!"

"wilderness…!"

Hearing this, Beretta's expression suddenly panicked. She, who had remained calm all this time, showed a rare worried expression.

"Where is he hurt!? Is it serious!?"

Worried, she grabbed George by the shoulders and shook him as if trying to make him spit the words out.

"Didn't I just throw a gun from the outside?! Why is he still injured!"

"I... I can't tell. Anyway, he bled a lot and had a big gash on his neck! Go and have a look, Miss Beibei!"

"Hey! I can't even speak clearly when I grow up so big!"

Saying that, Beretta let go of George, and exhausted all her strength to support her knees and stood up from the ground.

George hurried forward to help her, but she waved his hand.

She hurried to the outside of the infirmary, looked outside, but was stunned.

First doubt, then joy.

"Hurry up, Sister Beibei, the wasteland is... huh?"

Then George froze too.

Under the bright light, Huang Yuan was sitting on the ground. He didn't have any obvious serious injuries on his body, but there were some scratches on his legs, face, and neck.

He sat on the ground like this, staring at his hands with a dazed expression on his face.

Seeing that the moor was safe and sound, George finally burst into tears.

"You, you bastard are really cheating!"

He cursed, and rushed towards the wasteland, as if he wanted to beat the wasteland to death with a set of fists.

But before he ran a few steps, Belita grabbed his ears and carried him back.

"You little rascal, you even lied to your sister Beibei, you really scared me to death."

"No, Sister Beibei, I really saw... It was Huang Yuan who lied to me first!"

Looking at the noisy two people, he smiled in relief, but his heart was still extremely heavy.

"Yo... I, I'm back."

He was indeed cut just now, and he clearly remembers the feeling when he was cut, the severe pain, the suffocation caused by the torn trachea, at that moment, he felt that he clearly felt 'death' the concept of.

Memories of the past spread out in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern.

Mo Xiao, Mo You, the professor, Tang Ren, George, Belita, everyone he knew lined up in front of him one by one. Those familiar pictures flashed before his eyes. Then……

Pull out something unsightly.

It's blood, it's the expression of a person before death, and the sound of wailing, all kinds of uncomfortable things.

He instinctively didn't want to look at those things.

Then, he was pulled back.

At the moment when it was about to cross the dead line, the revolving lantern went back like a rewind.

Something pulled him back abruptly.

When he woke up, he saw a large pool of blood on the ground, fused with the sand on the ground, and then peeled off by an unknown force and the sand, and slowly returned to his wound.

Then his wound began to heal, bit by bit, the process was a little itchy, but he didn't dare to scratch it.

He didn't know what it was that made his mortal wound heal, and he didn't actually care now, he was just thinking about the horrible things that the carousel had shown him.

What are those?

Is it his memory?

He was so obsessed with this problem that he didn't even notice that the last drop of blood returned to the wound on his hand from the strange stone thrown aside...

A person dies only once.

Huang Yuan was convinced that he already owed his death.

It's not about coming back from the brink, surviving a near-death experience.

He was literally dead just now, but something pulled him back.

While he was still staring blankly at his coat, which had been ripped open, Beretta came limping in small steps, holding George's ear in her hand.

She walked to the front of the wasteland, carefully looked at the injury of the wasteland, and then let go of her hand.

Maybe George wasn't lying. Although there were only a few scratches and bruises on the wasteland's body, there was an obvious huge crack on his coat.

"You, is there any pain in your body?"

Saying this, Belita bent down, touched the wasteland's forehead, opened his eyelids, and touched the skin where the wasteland tore the clothes.

"Don't touch me, I feel something is wrong with my body..."

Huang Yuan said so, but his body didn't show itching. Still sitting on the ground, motionless.

"Something wrong? But, don't move, let me check carefully."

As Belita said, she slid her finger poking on the wasteland's collarbone, until it reached his chest.

He nodded meaningfully.

"Also, the chest muscles are very good"

"Sister Beibei, are you checking your body? Don't touch it. It's not good for her to see it. Besides, I don't have any pectoral muscles."

Wasteland smiled bitterly, he felt that it was the right time for Belita to make this joke, even though he was making fun of him. But at least adjusted the atmosphere a bit.

"No, I'm serious, your pectoral muscles have obviously been trained, can't I see it as a medical student?"

"Hey, I just climbed out from the edge of death, so don't hurt me."

"If you don't believe it, forget it."

Bellita shrugged and crouched down again.

"Go and get the bottles with red and green labels from my infirmary."

She turned her head and said to George.

These labels were all posted by herself. Now that she thinks about it, she feels that she is really prescient.

In the entire Eternal Undead, she seemed to be the only person with formal medical knowledge, so once she collapsed due to some accident, she was afraid that the undead would not even know how to take cold medicine. So for this reason, she deliberately used colors to locate the medicines in a simple and easy-to-understand way, so that even if the undead could not read English, they could take the medicines when she was inconvenient. On the wall of the infirmary, there is also a large poster, which records the reference medicines for some symptoms, with extremely loose words such as 'red bottle', 'blue bottle', 'half red and half green'. written. This is also helpless.

"Oh! Guaranteed to complete the task!"

George stomped his feet, gave an exaggerated military salute, and then trotted into the infirmary. I only heard a frightening voice coming from the infirmary. After a while, George came back, still holding two bottles in his hand.

Just a moment ago, there were still tears on his face, but now they have been covered by the innocent energy in his expression, leaving no trace. He respectfully put the bottle in front of Beretta, standing straight. It seems like I still want to see if there is anything that needs help.

But Belita took the bottle and ignored him. Instead, she took out an unopened bag of sterilized cotton from her white coat, dipped some liquid in the bottle, and applied medicine to the wounds of the wasteland alternately.

It hurts a bit when rubbed on the wound, but compared with the wound I received just now, this pain is not even as painful as a mosquito bite. It wasn't until Beretta said, "Don't you feel pain?", that he twisted a little to reassure Beretta.

After about two or three minutes, Belita treated the wound for Wasteland.

"What do we do next?"

Beretta packed up her tools, and stuffed the iodine and alcohol directly into the bottomless coat pocket.

"Would you like to rest for a while?"

"no."

The wilderness responded immediately.

"Staying here is too dangerous. We need to find a shelter and then contact the director to find out what happened. Although there are some dangers in this way, it is better than sitting here and making me feel uneasy."

Precisely because not knowing exactly what happened is actually as dangerous as where. But going out to investigate the situation is better than sitting still.

"We should go up to the garrison to have a look."

"That's fine, I have no objection."

The doctor nodded.

Although she actually wanted to take a break, the fact that she wasn't seriously injured didn't mean she wasn't injured. In places that have not been eroded by catabolic disease, blood scabs have just formed on the wounds, and if you don't pay attention, the wounds may still open.

She turned her head and glanced at George who was standing as straight as a street sign.

"And you?"

"I follow orders!"

"That's a unanimous vote."

Saying that, Belita stretched out her hand and pulled the wasteland up.

Huang Yuan stood up and stretched his body, and there seemed to be a wound where he had been cut before. When he twisted his neck, there was a faint phantom pain from the collarbone. But for some reason, he feels that he is not very sensitive to pain now. If it was in the past, he would definitely yell "Ouch".

While he was moving his neck, Belita suddenly squatted down next to her, and the wilderness subconsciously followed Belita's gaze, and saw his strangely shaped stone not far away. He originally thought that Beretta had become interested in that stone, but Beretta picked up other things as if she hadn't seen the stone.

It was a pistol. When he was knocked down by the wasteland just now, this gun also slipped from his hand.

Belita looked at the gun, and suddenly looked at the wasteland.

"You can shoot?"

"The director taught me how to self-defense in an emergency before..." Huang Yuan lied subconsciously, because Mo Xiao never taught him.

"That's it."

Bellita weighed the pistol twice more, and put it in the pocket on the other side, which was different from the medicine.

This gun is actually an antique. It seems to be called the May 4th or something. Although Belita herself is not very knowledgeable about guns, she knows her antique gun and the gun used by the eternal undead. The insurance of the gun is not the same. Generally, people who have not been specially instructed will not know how to open the insurance of this gun.

Maybe, that girl Mo Xiao also got a handful of antiques.

When she was thinking about it, she suddenly noticed that Huang Yuan also bent down and picked up something.

It seems to be a stone, strangely shaped.

And as soon as she saw that stone, she felt inexplicable palpitations and panic. Those muscles that have been differentiated by decomposition and then lost their sensation, the organs suddenly burst out with uncomfortable pain, and they began to feel nauseous.

This made her subconsciously look away, but she couldn't tell whether it was a psychological factor or the physical burden caused by previous injuries.

"What is that stone?" She turned to the side and asked, clutching her chest.

"I picked it up before."

Huang Yuan said, wanting to show the ability of this stone, he touched one side of it with his hand, but there was no response, and the surrounding area was still dark. He hesitated, and touched a few other edges, but it didn't work yet.

So he could only smile wryly at the doctor and cover up.

"The shape is very strange, I quite like it."

"Throw away that kind of stone earlier. There are some strange things in this mountain. Master Mo You told us not to touch them."

"Um."

The wilderness agreed, but put the stone in his pocket. Belita saw it, but didn't say much.

"Then let's go."

The higher you go, the thicker the air outside becomes.

It was a bloody wind, with a heavy smell of blood rushing towards his face.

The wilderness is at the forefront, and he feels that he should be at the forefront now. At least not allowing myself to hide behind women and children.

As soon as he walked out of the narrow corridor of the underground farm, the first sentence of the wasteland was.

"Cover George's eyes."

The scene in front of me is not enough even if it is described as hell.

In the long corridor, there are countless corpses, the number of which is beyond count, because they are scattered, some seem to be scattered with blood scattered around due to violent tearing, and some seem to be wounded. He died from a mortal wound, and then shattered due to the disappearance of the decomposition disease. No matter what kind it is, they are all soaked in the thick blood accumulated in the crevices of the stone, and the death is so terrible that people can't bear to look directly at it.

Wasteland felt a little nauseous at such a stimulating scene, but the corresponding organs did not actually respond.

It was as if his body had gotten used to what was happening here, and what was going to happen.

"what happened?"

Belita stepped forward, stood behind the wilderness and looked at the scene, smacked her mouth, and looked at George again.

"But I can't possibly hold him."

Just when Beretta was still in a dilemma about how to solve George's problem, George squeezed through the gap between the two, and then saw everything in front of him, only to see that his body went limp, his head fainted, and his throat swelled. There was a sour smell, and I almost spit it out.

But he still held back abruptly, and in the sound of panting, he could feel how much he was stimulated.

"Are you okay?

"It's fine……"

George leaned on the wall and said.

"I can... let's go."

Said, took a step forward.

And after taking this step, he finally couldn't bear the huge nausea, and vomited it out on the carpet he just stepped on.

The stimulus that gave him the final blow was the sense of touch.

The tactile sensation of stepping on the hallway carpet.

It was like stepping on a cake, the blood-fed carpet had become sticky and scabbed like the blood itself. Stepping on it is like walking on some unbearable filth, and this tactile sensation penetrates the thick sole directly to the brain.

Bellita sighed, took a roll of veil from her pocket, covered George's eyes, then picked George up and patted him on the back.

"Put me down, I, I'm not a baby..."

George protested feebly against the overprotection, but listening to his voice, he probably wasn't convinced even himself.

"Don't worry, if something happens later, I will throw you away and run for your life."

Belletta said.

"Remember, if I put you on the ground, you just take off the blindfold and run away, understand?"

"Um……"

George nodded.

Then, Wasteland and Beretta bypassed George's vomit, but they also inevitably stepped on the uncomfortable carpet, but they suddenly felt their scalps tingling, their hair standing on end, and they couldn't move an inch.

So they had to walk side by side, on the stone floor that wasn't covered with blankets, taking care not to step on the horrible scattered pieces of flesh.

Gradually, the further you go, the more and more the scene around you is not like reality, but the product of some kind of decadent art.

The climate outside didn't get any better because of the unrestricted pouring of blood here. The north wind was still whistling outside, blowing in from the hollow of the destroyed wall, forming a creepy sound. Even though the people lying down here are all dead, but bathed in this sound, they seem to be struggling on the ground, making uncomfortable groans.

The wilderness leads the way and moves forward.

At the same time, he pricked up his ears as much as possible, paying attention to the surrounding noises.

"It's so quiet..."

he said to himself.

He couldn't forget the big, primitive monsters, and he couldn't believe they wouldn't run into that guy again on their way. And judging from the number of victims, there may be more than one such thing.

But after continuing to walk carefully for a long time, the suffocating dull footsteps did not appear in the ears of the wasteland. He gradually began to feel relieved.

Perhaps it was because the massacre here was over, so all the monsters who attacked here withdrew from this place and went to attack other places.

But who would be the attacker?

Wasteland thought about it, and as far as he knew, the only organizations that had trouble with the eternal undead were the professor's library and the coalition government. Although the professor likes flashy things, she despises primitive things. It is hard for the wasteland to imagine that the professor will use the Vikings as a template to create an army.

Then, it should be a coalition government.

This is a conclusion drawn from the method of exclusion, and Huang Yuan dare not guarantee it, not to mention that he knows very little about the coalition government. Because I stayed in the hospital in the library for too long, maybe I don't know more than the common people on the street.

Thinking of this, he became a little worried again, not knowing what Mo Xiao's situation was like now.

When he walked the road in front of him just now, he kept a high level of nervousness, and he didn't pay attention to the corpse on the ground, maybe there was a part of Mo Xiao lying there.

But...he shook his head, dismissing the idea.

The director is a lucky and hard-fated guy, and he will not end up like this.

"Next... where shall we go?"

After walking for such a long distance, Huangyuan finally began to express the question that should have been decided from the beginning.

Maybe when he first walked out of the underground farm, he still had some ideas in his mind, but after seeing such a shocking scene, his motivation simply became 'get out of here'. It doesn't matter where you go.

But now, he has a new motive, he wants to find Mo Xiao.

"I thought you knew that in your head,"

Belletta frowned.

"Could it be that you were taking us around before?"

"No...actually...yes, sorry."

"Forget it, think about it now."

Belita said so, but still did not stop.

"You said, where is the safest place in a castle?"

"The safest place...? I haven't studied this yet."

Wilderness scratched his head.

"It's a secret room or something."

"Oh, you're right."

Belletta turned her head and gave him a white look.

"Then in the castle, where is there a secret room?"

"Hmm... the dungeon? Or the castle master's room?"

"Yeah, that's where we're going."

"Is there a dungeon? Is there a dungeon here?"

"Of course it's the castle owner's room, go to Moyou's."

"Don't worry about it..."

Huang Yuan thought about it, the director was called away by someone in a hurry in the infirmary before, maybe it was Mo You who called her, and she was the only one who could do this in the eternal dead.

So he nodded, turned at the next corner, and set off towards Mo You's room.

The rest of the way was still relatively calm. Although the wind was louder and sharper because of the upward movement, there was still no dull footsteps and creepy rustling of the Vikings.

Moreover, the pungent bloody smell has also subsided. Although the corpses of the undead can still be seen on the corners of the walls from time to time, for some reason, even though the corpses are so badly damaged, the walls and floors here are full of blood. There wasn't much blood left, but there were more traces of fighting and a little smell of gunpowder.

Suddenly, Huang Yuan felt as if he had stepped on something.

There was only a crunch, and there was a crispy touch from the soles of the feet.

Huangyuan hurriedly retracted his feet, lost his center of gravity, and fell backwards. He bumped into Belita who was hugging George, which shocked Belita too, almost three of them fell to the ground at the same time.

Fortunately, Belita quickly lifted Huangyuan's head with her chest and pushed him back, otherwise Huangyuan's head would inevitably have a big bump.

"what are you doing?"

Beretta said while putting George on the ground.

George pulled up the blindfold and looked around, then simply tore off the blindfold. Now that the smell of blood and novelty are lessened, George still seems to be able to accept it.

"What's the matter, what happened?"

"I...I stepped on something."

Huang Yuan said, pointing to the place where he stepped on just now.

There, there are some black crystal fragments that look like obsidian, but the broken form is close to quartz.

George carefully picked up the stone that had been crushed by him, and looked around, but didn't see why.

"Why do you pick up this kind of thing, throw it away."

Hearing Belita's words, Huang Yuan turned to look at Belita.

"What is this kind of thing?"

"It's a corpse, throw it away."

"Alas!"

Although no matter where you look at it, there is nothing about this thing that can be connected with a bloody corpse, and it is even a little bit nice. But since Sister Beibei said it, it must be right.

George hurriedly shook off the crystal in hand. The crystal fell to the ground, cracked and shattered again, and could no longer be picked up.

"Beretta, this thing is..."

The wilderness looked at the crystals that had broken into pieces on the ground, doubts written all over his face.

And Belita also saw Huang Yuan's doubts at a glance, and answered his question.

"That's the corpse of a man with decomposition disease."

Beretta squatted down, picked up a little crystal powder with her fingers, and then put it down again.

Under the call sign of the north wind, those tiny bits of powder instantly disappeared.

"If a patient with decomposition disease dies from the onset of decomposition disease, they will be completely decomposed and disappear, but if they die from other external forces before the onset of the disease, then this kind of crystallization will form in the affected area, and the whole body will be destroyed. Like a sculpture."

In fact, these crystalline wastelands had been noticed early on, but he didn't pay much attention at first, he thought it was frozen blood.

No wonder the smell of blood here is much lighter. Most of the fighters of the eternal dead are severely ill patients with decomposition disease.

And since the corpses of the combatants appeared concentratedly in one place, it meant that the undead had organized resistance. Then they are heading here, maybe they are going to the front line.

"Either disappear without a trace, or become something like this, we really have no hope."

Belita looked at the fleeting crumbs and said to herself.

"There is hope."

"Where is it? You who are not a decomposition patient, what do you know?"

Belita asked back, listening to that voice, she was rarely angry with the wasteland.

"I don't really understand so many reasons, but..."

Wasteland paused.

"People who have no hope don't even think about escaping."

Hearing what the wasteland said, Belita paused this time, her expression was a little subtle.

But she didn't show this expression too much in front of the wasteland and George, she shook her robe and moved on.

George opened his mouth as if to say something, but was covered by the wasteland.

"The silence speaks."

"What are you doing, my name is Miss Beibei, wait for me."

"Oh fine."

After speaking, Moorland let go of George, and then shrugged at George's call.

Soon, the three gradually approached a place they were all familiar with.

canteen. Pushing open the door of the cafeteria, there was a mess inside.

The undead have a deep affection for these long tables in the cafeteria, and almost every table has its own name.

Next to the wreckage of the dining table, there were scattered corpses from the Undead Gate, as well as shattered black crystals.

Although this scene is not, it is also sad, especially when eating is always associated with joy and excitement.

The three originally planned to cross the cafeteria directly like this, but just when the wasteland was about to open the door on the opposite side. George stopped, and he turned his head. One glance at the cooking table.

I don't know what his psychology is, whether he just vomited and was hungry, or there was something pulling him in the dark.

He walked over, tiptoed and stretched his head, only to see an acquaintance there crouching under the table with his head covered.

"Isn't this Miss Meiyu!"

This sudden discovery attracts both Wasteland and Belita.

Anyone who is an eternal undead must know Miu Ito, the behest of the undead.

She was obviously in a state of extreme fear, no matter how the wasteland and Belita greeted her, she buried her head between her knees, remained motionless, and muttered in her mouth.

"I won't look at you, I won't look at you."

Helpless, Belita had no choice but to move her fingers.

Then he put his hand into her armpit through the gap and used some tricks to free her from the closed state.

And when she finally raised her head and saw the wasteland and them, she finally recovered from the uncontrollable fear.

"Sorry... because I've been hiding for so long and I'm scared."

"Your life is quite big."

Belletta said.

"Hiding in such a place has not been discovered."

"Actually, Miss Mo Xiao asked me to hide here."

"Mo Xiao let you hide here?"

Hearing the word Mo Xiao, Huangyuan immediately became excited.

"How is Mo Xiao now? Where is she?"

"I... I don't know, Miss Mo Xiao made a bait for me to hide..."

"That's it..."

Hearing this, Huang Yuan's heart went cold.

This is indeed Mo Xiao's style, and doing this kind of thing also shows that Mo Xiao should have full confidence in escaping.

"However, there should be no need to worry, because Miss Mo Xiao said that she has already found the pattern of those guys wearing armor."

Guys in armor, apparently Vikings.

"She told me not to look those guys in the eyes so they wouldn't attack me."

"Eyes...reliable?"

Belleta asked.

"It should be true. I have been hiding in this place before, and I felt that those people came very close to me a few times, but they didn't attack me."

"This is not convincing."

"But it can also be used as a reference."

Wasteland said.

He expected very much that what Miu Ito told him now was true.

Because in this case, the chance of Mo Xiao surviving seems to be much higher.

Mo Xiao, where are you now?

There is no way out.

This room is a dead end.

There are chasing soldiers in the front and tigers in the back, which is to say the current situation.

Dozens of armored corpses surrounded her like hunters surround a wild boar.

These hunters are not in a hurry to kill the prey, but wait for their king to finish the prey.

Judging from the technologies involved in these guys, as well as their flamboyant interests and designs, Mo Xiao probably also knows who the king of these guys is.

No, in fact, she already knew it when she played chess in Dyson Bay.

That being the case, she should have been more cautious. The current situation is completely caused by negligence and carelessness.

"Long time no see, dear Mo Xiao."

Behind the densely packed armor, such words came.

Even if these dead people are crowded together, staggering, armor rubbing makes uncomfortable noises.

Mo Xiao was still sure, because the man's Nordic accent was really impressive.

"It really is your kid."

"'Boy'? Hmph...an impolite address."

"Then what can you do with me?"

Mo Xiao shrugged and continued.

"Your self-righteous toy is useless to me, but I think you are the only one who can come up with such an inefficient way to identify friend or foe."

"You said it was inefficient!?"

The voice behind the Viking was slightly annoyed.

"Of course it is inefficient. Using thermal recognition or mobile recognition, voiceprint recognition is much more efficient. If it weren't for your inefficient design, do you think I can still stand here?"

"Oh, I thought you had some great ideas, but that's all."

"How do you say it? Isn't it stupid to rely on iris reflection for recognition? As long as you don't deliberately look at your sensor... Ah, yes, you are stupid to set the sensor in such a small part of the eye. When you are afraid, you will not dare to look into the enemy's eyes."

"Iris reflection recognition has high accuracy. Compared with thermal recognition, which is indistinguishable from friend or foe, and voiceprint recognition, which has a high error rate, this is already the most cost-effective. In fact, I still don't like accidentally hurting others. You are still the same as before. An unrealistic ideal... no, utopian."

"Then what about you? If you abandon your ideals, your ancestors will cry. Even the Normans who recognized the French as their leaders established their own kingdoms, but what about you? You are just a dog , the dog of the supervisory committee. And I really want to ask you a question, have you obtained permission from Captain Zwingli for such an action?"

Mo Xiao smacked his lips mockingly, and spoke again.

"My honorable Sir Ingolf."