Ni Ji caught the handkerchief, pinched it with his fingers, and it felt cold, revealing the golden bones.
It's the key.
For hundreds of years, no one has ever safely obtained the key to Contaminated Area 77.
She took it and put it in her hands, and let me go first.
The guide who had given him the key had already run away, running so fast that he didn't even look back at him.
The tentacles that usually stuck to him dropped the keys and ran after him, without even hooking the back of his hand as usual.
Ni Ji stared at the figure running away and clenched the cold key in his hand.
He wanted to follow, but he was undoubtedly a mature soldier and knew what he should do at a moment like this.
In the past, he often did this kind of thing. He let Tazi and the others lead the team to go first, while he led away the mutants. He let Lin Yuan take the key and go first, while he stayed where he was.
Every time he made such a decision, he never accepted the doubts of his teammates, nor did he care about the feelings of those who were left behind.
This time, he was the one being taken care of, and he realized how sad the person who left first was.
Ni Ji gritted his teeth and clenched the key in his hand. A huge killer whale appeared under his feet.
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The sentries who sneaked into the Rose Camp collected a large amount of gunpowder and set fire to the golden tree all night.
In the end, the huge golden trees finally collapsed in the flames that lit up the sky red, but they did not get the spoils they wanted.
Amid the flying sparks, there was only an empty crack on the ground. The scarlet crack was like a laughing bloody mouth, gaping at the earth, mocking everyone on it.
As the golden tree disappeared, the camp began to collapse and shrink, and countless crazy screams rang out from all directions.
Golden tree roots crawled out from all over the camp, wrapping up the sentinels who were unable to escape and dragging them into the scarlet underground abyss.
The golden tree disappeared, and this place became more twisted and dangerous, with golden tree roots and countless monsters emerging from the ground with twisted grins.
Everyone fled in the dark night filled with sparks.
Many people saw Ni Ji.
Those who can come here are all sentinels. They have seen people who are good at speed.
But the killer whale was too fast. A huge whale shadow flashed across the sky, and a sentinel in black stood firmly on the killer whale's back.
He squatted in a half-crouching position, his black hair fluttering in the wind, the whale's cry was long and loud, and the whale's belly with black stripes on a white background passed over everyone's head, like a passing meteor, like chasing the wind and lightning.
The sentinel stepped on the killer whale and rushed all the way to the most conspicuous high ground in the entire polluted area. The sentinel on the back of the black whale stood up, waved his long arms, and threw something into the air.
A touch of golden light dotted the picturesque and silent night sky, as if a gap was slowly dissolving there, and the gap with a golden edge spread and grew larger.
A door opened in the night sky.
Escape door.
In the utility room of the farm, the crippled sentry stood up from behind the haystack. He covered his broken arm, staggered forward two steps, and stared blankly at the door that opened in the sky.
On the dim street, the sentry, half of his body covered in mycelium, opened his eyes and saw the escape door slowly opening in the sky.
He supported himself on the ground with the tip of his knife, barely stood up, and slashed the mushrooms that used his body as a bed. Half of his body was stained with blood, and the severed mycelium was growing again. The sentinel gritted his teeth, dragged his broken body, and walked towards the door.
There was a small piece missing from the waning moon in the night sky, leaving a door with a gold edge.
For hundreds of years, the Golden Tree contaminated area, which had never allowed anyone to escape safely, opened an escape door for the first time.
The door will be open for a day and a night, leaving a glimmer of hope for escape to all those who are still stubbornly living in this dangerous situation and to those who are struggling and unwilling to die.
One after another, the sentries climbed up from various corners and ran towards the escape door.
The faint glow of various spiritual forms converged in the same direction like fireflies in the dark night.
Fly to the gate that will lead you out of this hell.
Everyone was running outside.
Only one person was going the opposite way. Lin Yuan ran all the way towards the house she had just left.
There is a huge vortex there.
Streets, barracks, long corridors, colorful lights, and countless people were pulled into the vortex, converging into a dreamlike stream, swirling towards the bottomless cave.
Lin Yuan was carried by the colorful torrent and ran all the way towards the abyss.
Countless chaotic voices rang in her ears. Those sorrows, pains, madness, roars and groans filled her mind.
Confusion and madness engulfed her, and her body continued to fall.
If she was not a guide, if she was not such a creature without any feelings of sadness or joy, Lin Yuan felt that he might go crazy.
This doesn't feel like the real world at all, but rather like being in a sea of spiritual thought.
It's like there is an incredibly powerful will controlling this world.
"It" interfered with her subconscious, making the ground seem empty and floating, so that her feet could not touch the ground, her body kept falling, and such a mentally devastating noise rang in her ears. Seeing those messed up memories.
That's right.
Lin Yuan blinked in the constantly spinning turbulence and took a deep breath.
Yes, just like she had done countless times before, a creature had invaded her brain.
Invaded everyone's consciousness.
So silent, so powerful and terrifying.
Realizing this, Lin Yuan's feet suddenly touched the ground. His body was no longer out of control.
The tentacles rushed out, unwillingly guarding the forest garden. From birth to now, this was probably the first time they felt the feeling of losing. It was really humiliating.
In the sight, the chaotic vortex is still there, and the frightened and miserable consciousness of countless people are gathered in it, rolling towards the center of the vortex.
Only Lin Yuan was there, as if she was detached from this world, walking alone in the rolling torrent. Her feet were firmly planted, her body and will belonged to her, and she walked step by step in a world of intertwined golden threads.
Lin Yuan saw many people's faces. Countless golden threads like tree roots intertwined and flowed. Those faces were wrapped in the golden torrent and moved forward involuntarily.
Most of them have gone crazy, with dull faces, screaming, or mumbling incoherently.
"Hey, a guide has come."
Amid the noise, Lin Yuan suddenly heard a clear voice.
The sound seemed to come from deep underground, with a hint of surprise and joy, coming along the strands of golden roots. It suddenly sounded for a moment and then disappeared immediately.
Lin Yuan heard a sense of joy and desire in that voice.
This caused goose bumps on Lin Yuan's back.
This was the first time she experienced this thrilling feeling.
She sensed a powerful, giant, ancient creature in the dark depths.
“It” discovered itself.
In the center of the vortex, deep underground, it is quietly watching itself.
Do you still dare to move forward
Lin Yuan raised his foot in the air, paused slightly, and stepped forward.
Click.
She heard the distinct sound of her boots hitting the bricks.
The colorful turbulence and noisy sounds dissipated, and the vision became clear as if the fog had been cleared. Lin Yuan found himself still standing on that street.
Dirty and narrow alleys, scattered swaying lanterns, tall walls, and shaky iron signs.
The area is not particularly large, and there are not that many people. It is an old but authentic Rose Camp.
It doesn't feel like being in a weird and twisted polluted area, but like being in the real world, in that real dirty place.
Lin Yuan walked forward a few steps on the muddy floor tiles and saw a house with lights on.
Familiar wooden door, familiar lights.
She walked up the creaking stairs and opened the lighted door.
The door was pushed open, and the room was still the same room, with an unpleasant smell, a rotten wooden bed, and a whip dropped on the ground.
There was a person lying on the bed, but it was not Xunhua.
The man's slender limbs were tightly bound, his hands were fixed above his head, he had black hair and wore a pair of black gloves.
(End of this chapter)