Click, extremely slightly, the sound of the hour hand moving sounded in Wu Chan's mind.
That is the time bomb countdown to death, which must sound once every day at 0:00.
A few hours ago, everyone who had eaten grilled eel chatted for a while and then went back to their cars to rest. With the lessons learned from last night, everyone in the Iron War Horse restrained themselves from thinking about the tragic death of their teammate, lest their emotional fluctuations would attract bad guys. This place is several kilometers closer to the city center than the hypermarket last night, and no one can predict what terrifying monster will follow behind the white-faced guest.
Before going to bed, Wu Chan changed his bandage. The scab on the surface of the wound was hard, like a layer of rust. Wu Chan felt itchy and wanted to pick it off, but he still held back.
If nothing else goes wrong, the wound will be completely healed by around six o'clock in the morning, and it will not affect the climb of Poison Mountain. Hopefully there is a hell mandala hidden on the roof of the building opposite.
Every tide of corpses is a challenge to humans and a bloodletting to the old city. After the corpse tide, the old city that had "lost too much blood" needed to speed up the creation of more evil spirits and replenish its troops. Therefore, in the middle of the month when the zombie tide occurred, the Hell Mandala would bloom.
Hell Mandala is a name given by humans. In fact, it is not a real flower, but a giant red fungus. The job of the giant fungus that covers the roof facade like a malignant tumor is to hatch zombies. The job of the hell mandala, which blooms like a giant flower, is to release growth agents, which greatly improves the hatching efficiency of zombies.
The growth effect of a Hell Mandala can cover five to ten tall buildings. On the other hand, the tallest building among five to ten tall buildings is the hiding place of the Hell Mandala. The difficulty faced by treasure hunters is that due to the visual effects caused by angles and distances, these buildings are of similar height. It is impossible to tell which one is the real tallest with the naked eye, so they have to climb the mountain several times.
I chose the right building and climbed the mountain. The real challenge has just begun.
The growth agent released by Hell Mandala is a very fine red pollen, which floats in the air to form a thick red mist, called the "Scarlet Phantom Sea". The red pollen does not need to be inhaled by humans. Just a tiny bit of it on the skin can cause people to hallucinate, distort their emotions, lose their minds, and kill each other.
Wu Zen once picked a hell mandala. If someone hadn't planted a spiritual time bomb in his head, he would never touch a hell mandala again in his life.
As I thought about it, my brain turned over memories involuntarily.
puff.
The blood flowers raised by the blade almost blended into the scarlet world.
Someone fell down…
Another person fell...
The man with the knife came over and he was laughing.
No!
Wu Chan suddenly woke up.
He sat on the car seat and gasped for air, quickly calming down so as not to attract white-faced tourists.
His back was instantly soaked, and the air in the cab was heavy. He opened the door and jumped out of the car to get some air.
He lifted up the fireproof cloth and walked out, but did not leave the ruins of the Internet cafe. He did not want to cause unnecessary fighting because of his willfulness on the street. The three iron warriors endured the blows of their teammates dying one after another, and their spirits were almost broken. On the edge, they need a good rest.
Wu Chan sat on a broken cement slab and looked up at the roof of the building diagonally ahead. Under the endless dusk of the old city, the giant fungus on the outer wall rises and falls like a beating heart. A flock of birds passed by and were captured by the tentacles protruding from them.
This is a phenomenon that Wu Chan still cannot figure out.
All the wild animals in the old city have adapted to the existence of evil spirits. Although evil spirits will not actively attack animals, animals will avoid them one after another when they see evil spirits, creating a peaceful state where water in the well does not offend the river. The only exception is the flock of birds, which often launch suicidal attacks on the giant fungus on the roof of the building.
The most reasonable explanation is that the giant fungi emit something in order to hunt for food, which confuses the consciousness of the birds.
Wu Chan turned his head and suddenly noticed an extremely unnatural reflection in the distance.
After being discovered by him, the reflection disappeared immediately.
It seemed that someone was using a telescope to spy on himself and the Iron War Horse.
Wu Chan has no sense of crisis at all. This is a very common behavior. If they encounter another resource recovery team, they will use binoculars to investigate first. Snooping meant there would be no fighting, at least not for the time being.
"Discovered."
Three streets away, Cao Yin put down his binoculars.
"What did he do?" Jiang Zheng asked.
"Sit where you are and don't move." Cao Yin said.
"Maybe he just turned his head casually and didn't see anything. Don't be overly sensitive." Han Qing said.
"No. I can clearly feel that he is looking at me." Cao Yin said.
Han Qing was stunned for a moment and looked at Jiang Zheng.
"Don't worry." Jiang Zheng, who always looked unhappy, said. The Gravedigger can survive to this day and climb to the position of the third resource recovery team in the city, all because of stability. No matter how dangerous the mission is, if only one of his subordinates can die, the lives of two of his subordinates will never be in vain. If you can live without death, then you must live without death.
In his mind, Wu Chan's combat effectiveness has surpassed that of a five-cell evil demon. If you fight hard, at least five lives will be lost.
So unless absolutely necessary, he must wait until everything is completely silent.
The chain of souls has happened before, and the cry of thousands of souls has also happened. Although the vision that occurs every time is random, Jiang Zheng not only has a premonition that the next vision will be completely silent, but also that it will be refreshed soon. He has always believed in his "luck" and the hints behind his premonitions.
If the next vision is not complete silence, then he is likely to give up the mission temporarily.
If there is total silence, it means that the goddess of luck is on his side again, and the man named Wu Chan will definitely die, because no one can compete with luck!
The premonition became stronger and stronger, as strong as an invisible hand strangling Jiang Zheng's throat.
He suddenly raised an arm so that all his men could see it.
Click, click, click, click. Repeating crossbows are all loaded.
Wu Chan sat on the concrete floor for a while longer. After he had finished sitting, he returned to the cab and closed the door. He felt that he should inform Iron War Horse.
He picked up the car intercom.
Someone is spying on us.
Um
He didn't hear his own voice. The sound in the headphones also disappeared.
Is everything completely silent? !
A string of electricity seemed to flash across Wu Chan's back. In an instant, he understood what the person behind the telescope was waiting for!
He jumped out of the cab with the long fang knife in his hand and slapped the door of the pickup truck, but the silence was so complete that Ma Mang couldn't hear the sound.
Wu Chan took a deep breath and clapped his hands hard. The front of the car suddenly swayed and Ma Sang woke up.
What's wrong
He got the answer as soon as he opened his mouth.
Wu Chan used the same method to wake up Tu Shuang and Chu Kuang.
Without sign language, they could tell from Wu Chan's expression that something bad had happened.
Everyone immediately took up arms.
Chu Kuang's calf was touched by something. He looked down and saw a grenade quietly bouncing twice on the ground.
Flashbang explosion.
Silent white light fills the silent world.
Steel nails, steel nails, steel nails!
Steel nails, steel nails, steel nails!
The silent rainstorm of steel nails shot the fireproof cloth into a sieve!