Wasteland.
A very peaceful looking village.
It's just that the village has long been deserted, and the surroundings look very dark. Occasionally, a ghost will walk through the village.
The ground was covered with debris, and the walls were stained with dried blood.
Looking at this picture, it is not difficult to guess what happened here at that time.
In an ordinary residence.
The yard is full of flowers, plants, fruits and vegetables.
A chubby bald monk with a smile on his face held a showerhead and watered the yard from time to time.
But all the water sprayed out from the shower was scarlet blood.
What's even weirder is that his eyes are very empty, his pupils are dilated, and he looks like he is unconscious.
The ghosts that occasionally pass by will subconsciously stay away from this residential house, as if there is something in it that makes ghosts afraid.
Sudden.
The fat monk's body stiffened and his expression became distorted, as if he was in some pain.
Soon, his left eyeball exploded, and blood kept dripping down the eye socket, which was very hideous.
He covered his eyes in pain, and there seemed to be a flash of wisdom in the intact right eye.
The fat monk was breathing heavily, his forehead covered with sweat.
But in just over ten seconds, he calmed down again. At this time, the look of wisdom in his right eye returned, and the previous hollowness was completely gone.
"what happened?"
"Why was my clone destroyed? Did I provoke some scary guy?"
"But, my personality doesn't seem like someone who likes to seek death..."
"Or...Lingshan encountered some trouble, so my clone used death to remind me."
He frowned slightly, just wiped the blood on his face casually, and kept thinking.
"But...it's not the time for recovery yet. It seems that the process will be accelerated."
The fat monk murmured to himself, then dug out his right eyeball: "This is my last clone. I hope it won't be a big trouble..."
"Otherwise it will affect the plan..."
As he said that, the eyeball rolled a few times on the ground and turned into an existence exactly like himself.
"Go and see what's going on..."
"If it's a small thing, or just a coincidence, just figure it out yourself."
"But when faced with a big crisis, he will blow himself up..."
"I will feel it, and when the time comes I will risk my life to get out..."
He instructed his clone.
"good!"
The clone clasped his hands together and said softly, then opened the courtyard door and left.
After the clone left, an eyeball strangely reappeared in the fat monk's right eye socket, looking just like normal.
"Wang Ye..."
"Who is Wang Ye? Why did my clone send me only two words in the message?"
With a hint of doubt, the fat monk's eyes were empty again, and he held the showerhead blankly, watering the seeds in the soil.
It seems that he noticed that the blood in his shower was insufficient.
He stiffly walked out of the house and wandered around the village. Then he grabbed a ghost soldier in his hand and tore off its arm.
Blood continued to flow from the wound.
He poured the blood into the showerhead, and then returned to the courtyard until the showerhead was full.
…
Wang Ye found that he was lost again.
This damn wasteland is indeed too big.
I just remembered a few landmark buildings, or used navigation to drive normally when there was a mail truck.
Who knows where the random teleportation location of this bronze door is? It is completely an environment that I have never been to.
How to go...
Do you really want to force yourself to use your ultimate move?
That legacy from ancient times...
Some hesitation.
Injure the enemy a thousand, and injure yourself eight hundred!
Not worth it.
After another hour of running around, looking at the still unfamiliar environment, Wang Ye finally surrendered.
His eyes flashed, he gritted his teeth, took off one of his shoes and threw it in the air.
The shoe spun around in the air and hit the ground.
Where is the toe of the shoe?
Wang Ye looked at it subconsciously, and his face darkened instantly.
The toe of the shoe was pointing down and got stuck directly in the gap between the stones.
Depend on!
Is it so miserable?
Considering his luck, this shouldn't be the case.
Thinking about it, he threw up his shoes again.
Right!
trust yourself!
With his amazing luck, this must be the way to leave safely!
Wang Ye became excited.
Stop thinking about those messy things and run all the way in this direction. Even if the surrounding cities and village ruins become fewer and fewer, you will never look back.
Be firm in your heart!
He firmly believed that his luck would not be too bad.
At best, it's a waste of time.
but...
A full six hours.
The sky has even returned to dawn from night.
Wang Ye then slowly stopped and looked at the scene not far away, as if he was petrified and froze in place.
That shiny bald head shines in the early morning sun...
It looks so bright.
Just like his wise mind.
ocean...
The endless sea.
To be honest, Wang Ye has never seen the sea in his life. Before Yongye, he had been living in the mainland and had no impression of the sea.
After the eternal night...
The outside world has been reduced to a paradise for ghosts, with wasteland everywhere.
It is not easy for the human race to develop a residential area.
So don’t mention going to the beach.
so...
When Wang Ye saw the sea for the first time, he was shocked.
But soon...
He became desperate.
How far did he run?
However, if humans find an island in the sea, I wonder if it will become safer...
At this time...
A soaked and swollen corpse suddenly floated on the sea. His eyes suddenly opened, and after a faint glance at Wang Ye, he drifted away with the waves.
All right...
The sea doesn't look safe either.
But is my luck really that bad?
Fortunately, the sea also gave me a coordinate, which proved that the road on the right was wrong.
The method of elimination at least proves...
Among those three directions, there will definitely be a correct path.
Just when Wang Ye was about to leave, the sun rose completely.
The faint mist on the sea dissipated, revealing a scene further away.
An island.
Not far from the shore.
Moreover, Wang Ye's heartbeat accelerated instantly.
This feeling is all too familiar.
Every time my heart suddenly throbs, it means...something good!
There is definitely good stuff!
Luck may be wrong, but this terrifying intuition has never been wrong.
Sure enough, my luck is no problem!
Thinking...
Wang Ye rubbed his hands, took off a plaque on his back, and threw it on the sea.
