When Tang Ling left the mysterious store, Safety Zone 17 was still in the evening.
The dark sky in the alley and the wind blowing seemed to be no different from before he arrived.
Looking back, the out-of-place wooden house had disappeared. To outsiders, Tang Ling was just a confused boy standing at the end of the alley.
"In a true dream, life and death are only on a thin line. I hope to see you again."
These were the last words Kun said to Tang Ling. After saying this, he did not allow Tang Ling to resist and used a gentle force to push him out of the mysterious store.
So, what is the real dream? How cruel
Tang Ling took steps towards his temporary room, but his eyes were empty.
He couldn't digest so much information very quickly, let alone care about the cruelty of his next dream.
There were only two words swirling around in his mind - era.
Yes, what kind of era is this
The roughest and crudest in the settlement, a life that is only slightly better than that of wild beasts.
The bomb in the hands of Quark, the Desert Eagle, reveals a pre-civilization.
Everything exaggerated in the mysterious store far exceeds the power of civilization controlled by Quark.
It's obviously just a small wooden house? How much space does it have? Those fifteen seconds of movement and the endless wooden cabinets gave people the illusion of subversion.
How did it appear? How could it not be noticed by others
There were many issues that he couldn't think about. When he thought deeply about it, Tang Ling felt a strong sense of being torn apart. The feeling of being torn apart by the times was like a person standing at the bottom and a person standing at the top. The difference was not the distance, but the thousands. Ten thousand years of time cannot break through.
So, what kind of era is this
Somewhat numbly, he entered the house. The evening sky gradually dimmed, and a purple moon appeared outside the window. The faint moonlight shone down, covering Tang Ling's figure sitting in front of the window, reflecting a heavy black silhouette.
Like a huge question mark.
Loneliness will make people feel more helpless and confused, and longing will creep into their minds again at this time.
When he thought of his mother-in-law and sister again, Tang Ling recovered from the torn thoughts, barely suppressed the pain, and stood up.
In fact, since the tragedy that night, Tang Ling has been constantly subverted. Just when he thought he could accept everything and was no longer shocked, something even more shocking would happen again.
"So, we still need to know more." Tang Ling stood up. The more he realized that he was insignificant, the more powerless he felt in the face of the times.
And is revenge as easy as one imagines
After washing his face, Tang Ling's eyes finally fell on the piece of Level 3 ferocious beast meat that he placed on the bedside.
This was his reward, the reward he earned after enduring tremendous mental pressure and scars in the dream.
It is precious, but only by turning it into strength can you grow.
Tang Ling couldn't forget Su Yao's pot of broth and the feeling after drinking it!
Let the weak self become full, strength flows through, and then the body is burning.
The rapid recovery has even surpassed the previous peak.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to survive the dream smoothly.
If dreams reflect reality, then reality will truly reflect in dreams.
Tang Ling was extremely certain of this understanding. Only people who have had dreams would know this subtlety.
Thinking of this, Tang Ling calmly picked up the piece of meat and tore off a very small strip of meat from it.
But after thinking about the stinging pain when drinking the broth, Tang Ling carefully tore off another thin shred of meat from the meat strip, then put it in his mouth, and swallowed it without even tasting the taste. .
Almost negligible portion size.
But as soon as it entered his abdomen, Tang Ling felt a ball of heat quickly forming in his lower abdomen, and it exploded in an instant. It was like burning flames that filled his body at an extremely fast speed, and began to flow violently through his limbs.
"Ugh!" A huge wave of pain enveloped Tang Ling with a burning and tearing aura.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Tang Ling couldn't help but let out a low breath. He curled up on the ground, his skin red, like a ripe shrimp.
You know, even if you eat a large pot of broth that Su Yao brought, the intensity of the pain will be far less than one-tenth of what it was at this time.
Tang Ling could only grit his teeth and endure it.
Are you still a little too abrupt
The temperature was still rising rapidly, and the energy was flowing faster and faster. It felt like a hot knife was cutting through the muscles bit by bit, and then desperately drilling into the bone marrow. The pain was so painful that Tang Ling almost fainted.
But Tang Ling relied on his precise instincts to feel that his strength was improving amidst this inhuman pain.
The bones become tougher, the muscles become stronger and more elastic, and even the blood becomes thicker, and the sound of the gurgling flow is like metallic liquid.
"Then bear with it!" Tang Ling punched the ground.
"Ah" he clenched his fists and punched again: "Then just hold it back."
Tang Ling roared, his sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and his eyes were as vicious as a wolf's.
He wants power, he wants revenge! !
Time passed slowly and rapidly at this moment. I don't know how long it took, but the high temperature finally began to slowly subside, and the rapid flow of power began to calm down.
Tang Ling breathed a long sigh of relief and still lay on the ground. The confrontation just now made him so tired that he didn't want to move a finger.
And in his heart, he didn't feel any joy at all: "Why can I only absorb a small part of that energy?"
His precise instinct made him clearly feel that most of the energy was actually discharged from the body through the pores and dissipated in the air.
"There must be some way to avoid wasting it at all, right? What is that way?" Tang Ling was lost in thought, and his lost physical strength began to recover little by little.
At this moment, the sound of the door opening and undisguised footsteps could be heard in the room where Tang Ling was located.
With a "squeak", the door was pushed open, and the person who came was Su Yao holding a cigarette in his mouth.
He glanced at Tang Ling who was lying on the ground and didn't care, but Tang Ling got up from the ground with a little difficulty. He had many questions in his heart, and he wanted to tell Su Yao, even though this man was still a stranger.
But every little bit of gratitude gave Tang Ling some trust in Su Yao.
Besides, Tang Ling had no one to talk to, but Su Yao seemed to know a lot.
Su Yao ignored Tang Ling and picked up the Level 3 ferocious beast meat on the table, weighed it and put it down.
"Level 3 ferocious beast meat, boy, the harvest is good, I can only get so few pieces a year." Su Yao said this casually, without even looking back at Tang Ling, he just leaned back on the sofa and remained silent. Breathing smoke.
The night was dark, and there was no light source in the room. In the silence, the figures of the two men seemed to be swallowed up by the purple-black night.
(End of chapter)