When consciousness first appears, you can be vaguely aware of the world around you. Every inch of texture in this world is crimson, with orange spots and white spots emitting twisted light, constantly shifting in the crimson world. Except for the flowing crimson everywhere, there is nothing else, lasting for a long time. A disorderly and meaningless movement.
This world lasted for a long time. Suddenly, the originally red world began to gain warmth and puffed out air waves. The temperature of the air waves is very high, much more scalding than 100-degree water vapor. Every puff and puff brings endless burning pain. Pain hit the confused consciousness, and finally, the confused consciousness began to regain some clarity.
A mess, countless fragments of memories are in front of me, like pieces of white diamond-shaped paper, connected by countless almost transparent network cables. The edges of these pieces of paper fit together just enough to form a complete white paper, but the pieces of paper need to be moved and sorted in an orderly manner according to the network lines. This is too difficult for the owner of consciousness.
At the same time, the pain continued and continued to increase, piling up like a vast ocean. The pressure seems to crush the paper of memory and the network of logic alive, causing the owner of the consciousness to fall back into the boundless black prison.
When the owner of consciousness reached the edge of collapse, a piece of pure white light appeared out of thin air in this crimson world. The moment it appeared, it was like a bright sun, pushing away the hot air waves. In the white light, there is a wisp of long chestnut hair dancing lightly, and there is a quiet and refreshing smile, but the complete face behind these two things cannot be seen clearly. Even so, the owner of the consciousness still gained great strength from the face of this woman who could not see clearly. He struggled against the vast pain that never stopped, and then had the strength to piece together the pieces of memory bit by bit and logically combine them bit by bit. Braided completely.
Wow - after the pieces of memory were completely spliced together, the owner of the consciousness suddenly broke out of the water like a person who had been held in water to the limit. Dreamy water droplets stained the blurred vision, flowing slowly from top to bottom. The owner of the consciousness took his first breath, and the first thing he understood after putting the pieces of memory together was who he was.
I am Wu Qi, and I am still alive.
The pieces of memory disappeared, the network cables of logic disappeared, the red world and the scorching air waves all disappeared. Real vision emerged from the blur of white, light and color vision recovered, and what finally came into view was a gray-white ceiling.
Only the pain remained. As soon as Wu Qi felt it, he got moaning feedback from every muscle and bone in his body. He remembered. In the plague tunnel, when the Colossus of Destruction was about to emit a high-heat ray that was 90% likely to wipe out the Black Gun mercenary group, he jumped up and broke into the furnace-like world, inserting the deadly long knife into the Colossus' bed. Gao Yuan's two sniper shots hit the vital point, but he had no idea what happened next.
Survival is the first rule of action, and all actions must be carried out around the ultimate goal of survival. This is what Sister Ruorong has repeatedly told him, and it has been deeply rooted in Wu Qi's bones to this day. But at that time, he still rushed out resolutely and rushed into the melting pot world where human life was forbidden.
As for the reason, it was probably because he didn't want to see the Black Gun mercenaries being wiped out, he didn't want the entire mercenary team to be wiped out, and he didn't want to run away alone.
As far as Wu Qi was concerned, even if he abandoned his teammates and turned around and ran away, he still had a good chance of surviving. Anyone present might have escaped from the tunnel and gotten lost in the mountains, and then died from the mouths of mutated animals. But for him, entering another mountainous area does not mean that a sheep has fallen into a tiger's mouth, but that it is like a fish in water.
Wu Qi calculated that his probability of death was 101% after hitting the body of the giant elephant of destruction. He was going to turn into charcoal and die, that's how it should be. But now that he is alive, this can only be said to be a miracle, or he has received help beyond common sense.
Wu Qi groaned silently and found that his whole body was covered with white bandages. There was soft and cool medicine under the bandages, which must have been used to treat burns. The body could still move and was not completely disabled, so Wu Qi mobilized the remaining strength in his body and sat up from the bed.
Only then did Wu Qi see the whole room clearly. This is a very ordinary residential bedroom in civilized times. Where furniture should be placed, there are ordinary furniture that cannot be more ordinary. There are only cracks on the yellowed walls and a potted plant by the window that has dried up for an unknown number of years. A clear indication of the age of this room.
This is not a room you rent in a safe zone.
The white and yellowish old wooden door suddenly opened, and the figure who came out from behind the door made Wu Qi slightly reassured. It was Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing did not wear a mercenary uniform, but a change of ordinary clothes. His face was thinner than before he set off, and traces of dark circles could be seen around his eye sockets. In fact, he spent half of his time in recent days worrying about Wu Qi. He mainly changed Wu Qi's bandages and medicine.
"How long have I slept?" Wu Qi asked. Miraculously coming back to life, Wu Qi didn't think he just took a nap.
"Four days and three nights, but it would be great if I can wake up." The corners of Zhou Qing's mouth slightly raised, but his whole face was still depressed overall. It was obvious that he was suppressed by the pressure of something, and it was difficult to be happy easily. .
Wu Qi didn't notice anything strange about Zhou Qing. He could detect the strange movements of wild beasts, but he couldn't see through human emotions keenly. He glanced to the left and right of the bed and said, "Where is my knife and Qiyue?"
Zhou Qing said: "Wait a moment."
Two minutes later, Zhou Qing walked into the room carrying Wu Qi's three-foot-long knife. A familiar fiery red shadow rushed in from Zhou Qing's feet, jumped up and drew an arc in the air, and then landed. On Wu Qi's belly.
Wu Qi received a solid blow, but he could still bear the pain. He smiled and took the long knife handed over by Zhou Qing. The long knife was not melted by the lava. It was still the same as before, iron-blooded and cold, and even the sunlight shining on the knife was a bit chilly.
Wu Qi raised his hand to touch Qi Qi again, rubbing its plush and warm back through the gauze wrapping his palm. Qiyue also squinted her eyes and stretched her neck, catering to her master's caressingly. The long and narrow mouth shows a hearty smile like a human.
Zhou Qing sent a tray with two large bowls and a spoon on it. One bowl was vegetable porridge, the other a steaming broth that looked like it had been boiled with water from meat cans. Wu Qi was hungry at the moment. When he saw the two pieces of food in front of him, all the cells in his body seemed to stretch out his little hands, trying to snatch them up and devour them.