In the evening, the remaining half of the pale golden sun was hanging in the sky, and the light that it cast was only a little bit warm.
A small country region between Kuwait and Tannit.
Two clouds of black mist flew across the plain, crossed the grassland, and entered a sparse khaki mountain.
The soil of this mountain is bright yellow, and from time to time, dry and leafless black and thin trees can be seen crookedly distributed on the mountain.
In some places, white bones and undecomposed corpses can be vaguely seen. Most of them are from mutant animals, and some are from humans.
Small flocks of black scavengers gather to peck.
Garen looked down, and could still see some black-skinned people who were all black and thin, with only a few rags hanging on their bodies, squatting beside the corpses, grabbing and chewing carrion.
As if aware of his gaze, the person below raised his head, revealing a rotten black face.
There is an empty black hole in the eye socket, some tiny black bugs crawl in and out of the nose, the mouth is no longer human-shaped, the entire chin and lips are gone, and the white gums are directly exposed to the air.
There wasn't much flesh left on this man's body, and the bones inside could be faintly seen. There are still many wounds on the body that have not healed, and the dark inside of the body can be seen from the outside.
"That man is still alive?" Garen was a little stunned.
"What?" Feng Ling looked at it suspiciously, followed Garen's line of sight, and was a little stunned for a moment. "It seems to be a person, you fly lower."
Two clouds of black mist descended slowly, hovering over ten meters above the pile of scavengers.
At this time, Feng Ling also saw clearly the appearance of the person below. Suddenly he took a breath of cold air.
"What is this?! A new mutant creature?!"
"I'm afraid not." Garen's expression became a little heavy. "Let's move on."
The two were wrapped in black mist and continued to fly forward.
Soon a small human village appeared on the ground in front of it. Some of the khaki earth houses collapsed, and some were dilapidated and barely supported. It was empty and silent, and there was no one in sight.
Looking down from the sky, the whole village looks like a khaki round cake, but it is full of holes and gaps.
Soon, the two found a thin black man on the right side of the village, who was also squatting in front of a pile of carrion, greedily eating.
This pile of carrion was actually a human corpse, a human man. The entire abdominal cavity was hollowed out, and the internal organs were covered with bluish-white mold hairs. Buzzing flies kept flying around the corpse.
"Go down and have a look." Garen said in a deep voice.
Feng Ling also nodded, both of them felt a little heavy at this moment, and the situation was faintly out of control. Both of them thought of a terrible possibility.
Two clouds of black mist descended slowly and landed on the ground behind the thin black man. The mist dispersed and quickly returned to the pocket watch in Garen's hand.
The two quietly looked at the figure more than ten meters away.
This person seemed to be severely dehydrated all over his body, his skin was like dry and wrinkled rags, some fell off a large piece, and only a thread was connected to his body, and some were full of holes, like torn sackcloth, through which holes could be penetrated See the dry black musculature underneath.
As if smelling something, the man suddenly stopped eating and turned around slowly. A pair of dull black eyeballs fixed on the two behind them.
Hiss.
He made a weird gasping sound, as if he was sniffing something hard.
"Are you still alive?" Feng Ling shouted loudly. He quickly asked again and again in languages of multiple countries.
Ow! !
Suddenly, the other party opened his arms, waving, and rushed towards the wind chime. The speed was unusually fast, as if a bullet was shot from a spring under his feet. He opened his mouth wide to reveal sharp white teeth, and his eyes were greedy and naked. It seemed that the wind chime was an extremely delicious meal in his eyes.
Seeing the other party's irrational behavior, Feng Ling frowned slightly, and raised her hand to point.
The yellow roots of the tree suddenly drilled out of the ground, entangled the man and tripped him to the ground.
With a puff, the man was still struggling violently on the ground, clawing and crawling frantically on the ground with his hands, staring at the wind chime, almost going crazy.
But the roots of his legs continued to spread, and soon wrapped around his waist, holding him firmly in place.
"Forget it, let's go, this person is no longer a human being." Garen whispered behind him.
Feng Ling glanced at the figure on the ground.
"I have a bad feeling."
"Same." Garen turned around and let out the black mist, "The capital of this country will be ahead soon. What happened here? The capital should be able to find some survivors, maybe they will find out."
The two rolled up the black mist again and moved forward at a fast speed.
Above and below the ground, more and more human figures of that kind appeared from time to time, some were completely black, and some were completely red. Some of these people were chasing wildly, some were lying on the ground eating carrion, and some were doing certain actions repeatedly.
There are more and more people like this, and they are getting denser and denser.
The two passed by in mid-air, feeling more and more heavy.
Soon, in less than an hour, the destination of this time, Vival, appeared in front of him. The capital city of this small country.
The city is not big, like a big yellow round cake spread out on the ground.
Surrounded by a circle of high earthy walls, but the inside is empty and quiet. Looking from above, there are scattered tall and short buildings of khaki color, which are still in good condition. The street was abnormally deserted, and there was no one in sight.
The two slowly lowered the altitude, and the city below became bigger and wider.
The whole city is extremely huge. It can be seen from a high altitude that the whole is divided into four blocks, and each block is further divided into four blocks. There are a total of sixteen areas. Each area is densely distributed with hundreds of buildings, some big and some small. tall and short.
The two landed in a small area next to the city wall, and directly landed on the top of a building.
Compared to the entire small area, the two of them are like two little ants in the bathtub, inconspicuous.
Garen and the two stood firmly on the edge of the roof. Looking down, the street below was full of abandoned garbage dumps, some of which had turned black, and it was hard to tell what they were. Some appeared to be piles of clothing and grocery bag trash.
But this is not the most conspicuous, the most conspicuous, is the blood-red handwriting written all over the walls of the building, I don't know what it means.
Garen looked at Feng Ling, who frowned and shook his head.
"It's not the language here, and it doesn't even look like the language of any country. I prefer to believe that it's a kind of unconscious graffiti."
Garen also frowned slightly.
This kind of blood-red graffiti is everywhere, on the walls, on the street floor, on some carriages lying on the side of the road, and on street lamps. Almost everywhere.
These are scribbled and chaotic, very similar to some kind of text, occasionally mixed with some graphics such as arcs and circles.
Garen tugged on his collar and pressed the small box on the collar.
"Is there anyone from the secret agency here? Some will answer right away."
Feng Ling over there also looked over to see if there were other people here.
Soon, there was a crackling sound from the black box. Then a suppressed surprised male voice came from inside.
"Hoohoo. I'm Chavana who leads the team here. Excuse me. Is it Mr. Eight Mist Crows?!" His voice was very small and hurried, as if he was deliberately guarding against something.
"I'm Mistcrow. How is the situation now? How did this city become like this? Where are you now?" Garen asked directly.
"You'd better come over here, we will explain the situation to you face to face." There was a wry smile from the other side of the box. "Our position is... ah!!!"
Suddenly there was a scream from the opposite side of the box, which seemed to be from a woman.
"Damn it!" "Kill him! Use a spell!!"
"Leo!!" "Chavana! Help me!"
Then there was a loud noise, and the box slammed, as if it had fallen to the ground.
"Hello?!" Garen shouted hastily.
No more sound came from the box. There was only silence.
Garen patted the box with an ugly expression.
"All public channels, is anyone still there? All members of the agency will answer the inquiry immediately! Immediately!!"
After the box was switched to a public channel, it was still silent.
The sky has gradually darkened. A gust of cold wind blew over, causing some thin wooden boards on the roof and floor to flip slightly.
The crackling sound came from the box again, and it seemed that there was some kind of noisy noise faintly.
Zi.
The noise became louder and louder, and even a little harsh.
Snapped!
Garen turned off the black box and looked at the wind chimes beside him. The latter also had an unprecedentedly dignified expression.
"It seems that the situation is not good." Feng Ling whispered, "Something seems to be wrong in this country. It's not like we guessed that the simple population was infected and mutated."
Garen nodded.
"The current situation is to find those who came here first, where are they?"
"I was in Dahetian before, and I have come into contact with a phenomenon. Although I saw it from the data, it is very similar to our current situation. I will check it. This is a self-made pointing disk. First, make sure we The location and the geomagnetic strength here." Feng Ling took out a small white disc from the pocket, with a silver circle inlaid in the middle.
He squatted down and knocked the small disc upside down on the ground.
Then wait a few seconds before picking up the small disc.
A clear white circle was immediately printed on the ground, and some fine dust in the circle was quickly arranged to form a dust pointer, and there seemed to be these fine scales on it.
Feng Ling carefully checked the pointer on the ground. "No, the geomagnetism here should not be like this. We should have traveled thousands of kilometers all the way, this point."
Suddenly, a new pointer was formed in the circle on the ground.
Feng Ling was slightly taken aback.
Soon, the third pointer also appeared, the fourth, fifth, and sixth!
A gust of wind blew by, and all the pointers scattered and disappeared.
Feng Ling was dumbfounded.
"What's going on?" Garen couldn't understand his method at all.
"I took the place where we started as the pole and set the starting point. After that, we should be able to see how far we have traveled and what direction we are referring to the original pole. But now, it shows on the top." Fengling swallowed her saliva, and said I can't speak.
"Show what?" Garen frowned.
"It shows that we are only less than a thousand kilometers away from our original position." Feng Ling said with some guilt.
(end of this chapter)