"Operator, hello. If you are hearing this broadcast, it means the erosion has already begun, and we have started to be forgotten by the world."
"If the erosion goes too deep and c...
Rodents squeaked, and insects crawled on the bark, making rustling sounds. These sounds were amplified several times over, like demonic noises.
To distract himself, Bai Liang started singing, but after only a few lines, he realized he had done something incredibly stupid.
What if—and he meant what if—He Yu died at the hands of other test subjects, and then that group of desperados tracked him down? What would he do then?
With this tormenting thought in mind, Bai Liang hid inside for about ten more minutes. Just as he was about to come out and find out what was going on, footsteps sounded outside.
Damn, I'm finally back.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief; the space inside the tree hollow was too cramped, stuffy, smelly, and dusty.
Bai Liang was about to reach out to greet He Yu and ask for a hand when he suddenly felt a warmth in his chest.
A skill card has been activated.
Before the oblivious host could detect the crisis, the only skill card with its own consciousness sensed that something was wrong and immediately made the right decision.
Bai Liang immediately shrank back, hiding in the tree hole and covering his mouth, not daring to make a sound.
He clearly remembered the functions of the four skill cards He Yu had given him, and the one he was currently activating was called [Emergency Evasion].
[Emergency Evacuation]
[Number of uses: 1]
[Source: 252 I forgot again, anyway, it used to be a conscious heroic spirit, and an assassin, so I mercifully gave it a bit as a skill for your survival.]
[Note: When you are being targeted by a hostile individual, it will protect you for a very short time, just a very short time.]
The newcomer didn't say anything, just stood there quietly. Bai Liang could hear something dripping, like a liquid, falling to the ground, sounding very viscous.
A minute later, footsteps sounded outside again. He didn't dare to look, and prayed with his head down that the charlatan would leave quickly.
But the footsteps had no intention of letting him go. They slowly approached, step by step, crunching and crushing the withered leaves.
Finally, a bloodied and mangled smiling face appeared outside the tree hole.