A huge gray unmanned aerial vehicle passed smoothly over the factory, and six people sat or stood on the broad top of the aircraft, with different expressions on their faces—
Among them, Hua Zelei and Milk Tea who have been disappearing from everyone's sight.
From arriving at the meeting point until now, except for Hua Zelei asking about the doctor's condition and glancing at the big guy and the little guy vaguely, they haven't said a word to anyone else.
Looking at Milk Tea's ashen-like face and Hua Zelei's wounds all over his body, it goes without saying that the two of them experienced all kinds of adventures.
Jiang Yan looked blankly at the group of zombies under his feet, and murmured: "Lu Zhaoyang, tell me, what will we encounter next?"
The broken hair at the corner of Lu Zhaoyang's forehead was blown up by the whistling air, his thin rose-colored lips were tightly pressed, and his beautiful and sharp phoenix eyes quietly looked ahead.
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After a while, his eyes fell on Jiang Yan.
"No matter what happens, we're going to survive... definitely."
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This is a huge tiankeng with a height of more than 1000 feet and a diameter of about 100 feet. At the bottom of the tiankeng, orange-red magma was slowly flowing, and the terrifying high temperature scorched and distorted the surrounding space.
About a few hundred meters above the magma, there is a huge stone platform floating.
The six people carried by the aircraft are standing on it.
Even though the platform was hundreds of meters away from the magma, they still felt the scorching heat, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping from their foreheads.
Jiang Yan kept wiping the sweat off his face, feeling as if his whole body was soaked in water.
He complained softly, his gaze swept over the churning magma under the platform from time to time, and his heart throbbed with horror.
If it falls by accident...
Swallowing his saliva, he moved inside, and moved again.
At this time, the electronic sound rang again.
"Rules of Survival Battle: Only two teams can survive. From now on, if no team has been eliminated within half an hour, then all teams will lose their qualifications for the game."
Hearing this, except for Lu Zhaoyang, the expressions on the faces of the others all became colorful.
What does the disqualification of the game refer to? Although the electronic voice has never said it, they know that it is definitely not a good end.
So, they have to...
Originally, the six people stood in twos, forming a confronting triangle.
At this moment, he looked at the other teams with a vigilant expression, and was thinking about his own small calculations in his heart.
The little guy gave Lu Zhaoyang and Jiang Yan a stern look, then looked at Hua Zelei and Milk Tea.
"Hey, you two, do you want to cooperate with us? Although the big guy is missing an arm now, he is better than that weak kid, right?"
Said, pointed to Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan suddenly felt offended.
Looking quietly at Lu Zhaoyang beside him, he asked, "Do I really look weak?"
Lu Zhaoyang recalled how Jiang Yan was exhausted when he climbed the incinerator, struggled for a while, and decided to save someone's self-esteem.
"It's not very weak."
After thinking about it, I felt that it was too ignorant to say so, and added: "Only a little."
Jiang Yan, who was hit twice: "..."
Damn it, it's better not to answer!
Over there, the little guy continued to persuade Huazelei.
"What's more, you are carrying a bottle of oil around you. Only by cooperating with us can you survive. If you are smart, you will know how to choose."
Hua Zelei comforted the shivering milk tea beside her.
Glancing at the long knife that the doctor gave him in his hand, he looked up at the little guy.
"OK-"