Chapter 74

The mine was deep and dark, with oil lamps lit on the stone walls. The dim orange-red light was only enough to illuminate a small area.

Countless rails were welded side by side on the ground. The wheels and rails rubbed against each other violently, making a crackling sound and sending sparks.

The minecart moves very fast.

The cold wind blew in from the deepest part of the cave, turning into piercing blades that cut into Wen Xin's cheeks.

He had to hold on to the edge of the mine cart and squint his eyes to barely see the front through the blurry shadows.

After traveling along a long railway track, a dazzling white light finally appeared before Wen Xin's eyes.

And as he went forward, it became brighter and brighter.

Swoosh

The mine cart rushed out of the mine quickly.

Wen Xin squatted down subconsciously and held the two dumplings tightly in his arms.

There was a loud bang, and the wheel just barely touched the rail on the ground, causing a violent and unstable jolt from underneath.

The whole world shook as if it was torn to pieces.

Wen Xin held the joystick in his hand, not daring to pull it, for fear that if he pulled it down, the three of them would be blown away.

Just when he felt his brain was almost shaken evenly, the minecart finally slowed down slowly due to the resistance of friction.

Click.

Wen Xin pulled the rocker down.

He held onto the mine cart and slowly stood up. He felt dizzy and couldn't help shaking twice.

Before he finished swinging, Wen Xin suddenly heard a deafening noise coming from behind him.

Boom!

The several-ton iron gate suddenly fell down, and the almost overwhelming impact force caused a cloud of dust to fly from the edge of the cave entrance.

This huge movement seemed to wake up the others in the mine cart.

"Hmm..."

Hearing those faint moans, Wen Xin turned his gaze and first locked onto a mine cart in front of him.

Tang Qi was lying in that mine cart.

During the bumpy ride, the opponent was accidentally shaken out, with his entire upper body hanging outside the minecart.

As his consciousness was awakened, he slid down a little distance.

Wen Xin quickly turned over and got out of the car.

But before he stepped out, he took a keen look at the others.

There were more than a dozen people, and they were completely naked except for the clothes they were wearing, with nothing else on them.

Wen Xin quickly took off his military backpack and covered it with the ore piled nearby.

"You two hide for a moment." He whispered quickly to the two dumplings.

The two dumplings looked at each other.

Where are you hiding?

A gust of wind blew from overhead, and they all looked up at the same time and saw a ventilation hole about the size of a volleyball on the stone wall.

It seems to be able to drill.

Wen Xin ran over just when Tang Qi was about to fall, quickly caught him and looked around.

This is still a manually excavated tunnel.

But the oil lamps were replaced with electric incandescent lamps, the floor was concrete, and blue wires were laid on the walls and ceiling.

Compared to the mine just now, the view is much brighter.

More like an underground safe passage.

In the current room, Wen Xin did not see any other people.

Except for the ones on the minecart.

Including his mine cart, there were a total of seven mine carts parked in the tunnel.

The remaining six mine carts each had two people in them, one man and one woman, which seemed to be a fixed pair.

If Wen Xin had not intercepted the mining cart carrying Xu Jiangqin and her brother, there would have been seven men and seven women here.

Perhaps it was intuition that was sending out a warning.

This familiar number reminded Wen Xin subconsciously of the Minotaur that Xu Jiangqin had mentioned.

There are seven pairs of boys and girls, corresponding to seven pairs of men and women.

...It can't be such a coincidence?

The others got up one after another, sat in the mine carts, and looked around blankly.

Tang Qi also moved and slowly opened his eyes.

Wen Xin withdrew his gaze from the surroundings and quickly looked down: "Are you awake? How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"

Tang Qi was not fully conscious, and frowned as he identified the face above him: "Are you... Wen Xin?"

With delicate features and warm eyes, who else could it be but his good friend Wen Xin?

Tang Qi sat up straight as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head.

He looked around, his face darkening little by little.

Then he looked at Wen Xin again, and his solemn expression immediately turned into a sharp eagerness.

"Weren't you taken away by your brother? Why are you here?!"

Wen Xin: “…”

He recalled the bad experiences during this period, including the attacks and amnesia, and slowly let out a breath: "It's hard to put it into words."

"And you too, weren't you in City B before? Why are you here?"

Wen Xin did not hear Tang Qi's response.

Instead, one can see a look of despair and collapse on people's faces.

Tang Qi covered his face in pain: "How could this happen? I tried my best to avoid it, but it turned out to be like this. It was just as the prophecy said!"

"No matter what changes happen along the way, it will end up like this. We will all die, everyone will die..."

His voice was intermittent, and he kept repeating the same word and sentence almost neurotically.

Wen Xin didn't understand what his friend said, and frowned in confusion: "What?"

On the other hand, most of the unconscious people have regained consciousness.

Suddenly seeing this strange and unfamiliar scene, they couldn't help but stand up and ask questions full of panic.

"Where is this? Who brought me here?"

"I'm on a mission with the caravan, why am I here? Who are you?"

"I don't know! My friend and I went out to find food, and suddenly we were attacked by mutants. When we woke up, we were in this damn place. Where on earth is this place?!"

Finally, someone noticed the tightly closed iron gate behind them, climbed out of the mine cart, stumbled over, and yelled at the door.

"Hey! Is anyone there? Where is this place? Let us out--"

But no matter how he banged or yelled, there was no response from outside the iron gate.

The air fell into an inexplicable silence.

A dozen people looked at each other and subconsciously checked their bodies and surroundings.

Backpacks, weapons, portable emergency rations...

These things have become essential tools when going out and should be carried with them, but now they are all gone!

"My stuff, my money, damn!"

"Damn it! We might have encountered robbers!"

Everyone was cursing.

This angry scolding did not last long.

We are all people who have experienced the end of the world. No matter how stupid we are, we will recognize our own situation.

Many people still remember the situation when they met with disaster.

From those tiny clues, they pieced together a picture.

——Unfortunately, they were abducted by a mutant whose identity was unknown and their purpose was unknown.

Everyone looked gloomy.

If it wasn't for the purpose of saving energy, I'm afraid there would be a series of national criticisms by now.

Judging from the marks where the iron gate had sunk into the ground, the gate was very heavy. Without a steel saw or a cutting machine, there was no way to return along the original route along the rails.

Everyone raised their heads again and looked towards the only exit in front of them.

There was silence for a moment.

A tall man wearing glasses whispered a few words to his companion, and the two walked towards the exit together.

After they started to move, several more people started to move.

Obviously, the cruel experiences in the last days have taught many people a lesson.

No miracle will happen if we just sit there and wait.

Some people choose to travel alone, while others want to travel with others.

They all turned their gazes to Wen Xin.

There is no other reason.

The young man was so handsome that it was hard not to notice him.

Generally speaking, in an environment of unknown danger, good looks cannot be used to make a living.

But if there is an apocalyptic premise, people can't help but think about it.

How do young people maintain such a fair and tender appearance?

Is it that the other party has a background to protect him, or does he have some unknown means?

Someone couldn't help but step forward and tentatively ask: "The situation here is a bit strange. It's inevitable that you will encounter danger when you are alone. Do you want to come with us?"

Wen Xin turned around and said apologetically, "No, my friend seems to be feeling a little unwell. I'll wait for him."

Upon hearing this, the other party subconsciously looked at Tang Qi who was holding his head.

The latter seemed to be in a state of epilepsy, with red bloodshot eyes and he kept muttering some weird and incomprehensible words.

"It's like this again, and like this again..."

The visitor hesitated to speak: "..."

Perhaps it's because we've become accustomed to separations and deaths in this end times, and our hearts have been worn away and become cold and indifferent.

His first reaction was to persuade Wen Xin to give up on him.

Because Tang Qi looked like a burden who couldn't take care of himself.

But before he opened his mouth, Wen Xin seemed to have anticipated what he was going to say and shook his head firmly: "I'll wait for him here, you go first."

The other party had to shut up.

He looked at Wen Xin with pity and said halfheartedly, "Good luck to you."

A young man dragging such a bag is bound to be in great danger.

"Yeah, you too."

The other person's tone sounded more like mourning, but his warm words were full of sincerity.

The former choked, touched his nose angrily, and looked at the others: "Forget it, let's go first."

They all left.

Soon, the room became quiet again.

The two realized balls that the people had gone far away, so they jumped out of the vent and slapped the dirt and dust off their bodies.

The Scaled Viper treated the panda as a normal A-level mutant and used the same strength as a brick.

The little panda was almost knocked down by the green ball, and stepped back repeatedly: "Be gentle."

Tang Qi looked dazed, his whole body and mind trapped in an inexplicable demonic barrier, but he was not completely unaware of his surroundings.

Hearing this voice that was obviously different from that of a normal human being, he raised his head with red eyes and was stunned for a moment.

Can speak human language...

Is it a mutant?

How come there are other variants here?

Wen Xin has been paying attention to Tang Qi's situation.

Seeing that his friend had finally come to his senses, he didn't have time to relax. His brows were furrowed and he asked with concern, "What happened to you? You didn't respond no matter how I called you just now."

When Tang Qi saw the young man's face, his eyes suddenly turned red again, and his pale lips trembled: "I..."

Seeing that the other party was about to go crazy again, Wen Xin sighed.

Then he stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and hit the iron plate of the mine cart hard.

Bang!

The sound is sharp and clear, like a huge bell.

Tang Qi was suddenly awakened by the sound.

Wen Xin grabbed the man by the collar before he went crazy again.

And gestured to stretch out the other hand.

The palms are white, with thin silk covering the base of the hands and the tip of the gun, and the fingers are long and slender with distinct joints.

"Are you awake? If not, I'll punch you."

Tang Qi caught a glimpse of a huge fist mark on the iron sheet of the mine cart from the corner of his eye, then raised his head stiffly and met Wen Xin's sinister eyes.

He was startled.

"No need to be warm, calm down! I'm sober!"

Wen Xin stared at him and squinted: "Really?"

Tang Qi quickly assured: "Really, really."

Wen Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Qi was climbing out of the minecart in a panic when he heard the young man muttering, "If I had known it would work, I should have punched you first."

Tang Qi: "..."

Seeing this, Wen Xin couldn't help it after all. He put his fist to his mouth and chuckled.

Tang Qi reacted and felt a little amused.

He gritted his teeth and said, "When did you become so bad? You can threaten people with force and make jokes to tease people. You are not like the silent person you used to be..."

Tang Qi's voice suddenly stopped, and his expression changed slightly.

It seems confusing and puzzled.

Wen Xin naturally did not ignore this slight difference.

He shrugged his shoulders, his tone as calm as if he was stating a fact.

"A lot of accidents have happened during this period. If I hadn't changed, I probably wouldn't be alive today."

Tang Qi seemed touched and looked up at him.

The scale viper didn't like Wen Xin's constant mention of life and death, so he jumped on people's shoulders and said, "From now on, I'm here, and no one can bully you anymore."

The little panda crawled into Wen Xin's arms and said weakly, "I will try my best to protect you."

Although Wen Xin is the one who takes care of it most of the time, it has not evolved yet and can work hard to become stronger.

Wen Xin touched the two balls' heads.

Seeing the scale viper and the panda, Tang Qi's expression became even weirder: "These two on your body..."

Wen Xin said calmly, "One is a cat I raised before, and the other is a panda I met on the road."

Tang Qi looked at the green scale viper in disbelief: "Is it your cat? They are obviously mutants!"

"Yes, later we were forced to separate, and they were also infected and turned into mutants."

Wen Xin touched the scaled tree viper tenderly, and did not forget to give the panda a comforting touch, saying solemnly: "I will never abandon them again."

Seeing this seemingly extremely tender scene, Tang Qi said: "..."

"Don't worry, they won't hurt me."

Wen Xin returned to the point: "Tell me about your situation first. What happened just now?"

Not counting this time, Wen Xin had asked Tang Qi this question countless times.

It’s not that Tang Qi can’t sense that his friend is really worried about him.

He fell silent, not knowing where to begin.

Wen Xin looked at Tang Qi.

The man's hair was a mess, his chin was untidy, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He looked haggard, as if he had been tortured for a long time.

When he asked the question, the other party opened his mouth, obviously wanting to tell the story.

But I didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't say a word.

Under normal circumstances, Wen Xin might not have asked any further questions.

But now it's different. He can't let his good friend go crazy all the time.

Wen Xin considered his words carefully and decided to speak frankly, first bringing up a topic: "Why did you join the Realism Church?"

Hearing this, Tang Qi was startled and looked at the young man with obvious surprise.

"How do you know?"

Wen Xin: "Do you remember the time I went to see you? I ran into three people with bad intentions. You told me they were your friends and that we were having dinner together. Those three people told me."

Tang Qi didn't know what to say. He stroked his hair and cursed in a low voice, "It's those idiots again!"

Wen Xin looked at his anxious friend and asked, "Tang Qi, can I still trust you?"

In an instant, Tang Qi's heart skipped a beat, as if he was hurt by the subtle tremor in those words.

Only after having seen the young man's cold eyes and toughness, one would understand how guilty and uneasy his tenderness and patience at this moment are.

After a long time, Tang Qi slowly put down his hand.

He seemed to have been struggling mentally for a long time, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

"Let me tell you a story."

That's a long story.

But to sum up, it's not very long.

It all started when Tang Qi was walking on the road one day, and suddenly a large amount of memories that did not belong to the present appeared in his mind.

In those memories, his world changed dramatically.

First, his parents died.

The zombie virus was not effectively controlled in City B and broke out overnight, with nearly 10,000 zombies appearing!

The local mayor saw that the situation was clearly out of control, so he quickly packed up his belongings and fled.

For fear of being held accountable, they did not even issue an emergency evacuation notice.

Countless people died in that sudden zombie wave, including Tang Qi's parents.

He drove, stepped on the accelerator, hurried, but in the end he was still a step too late.

Tang Qi took a deep breath.

Those memories were like wildly growing thorns. With this breath, he tried hard to swallow the bloody past.

"I originally thought that I was too tired from work and my brain was hallucinating. So I took a day off to rest."

The effect of rest was not significant.

When he woke up, Tang Qi found that those memories not only did not become blurred, but became clearer.

In the dream, Tang Qi went through untold hardships and finally found his parents, but they turned into zombies.

That tragic scene was engraved in his mind like a brand, and he could remember it whenever he opened his eyes or closed them.

In reality, Tang Qi was also tortured by those fantasies and almost went insane.

Long-term mental stress and poor sleep will lead to frequent mistakes at work.

Helpless, Tang Qi could only take leave again and see a psychiatrist.

But there are no psychiatrists in City B, nor is there a need for one.

After all, under the influence of the little fox's emotions, almost no one will develop mental illness.

Tang Qi's condition was unlike any other case in the hospital.

Due to limited conditions, it was impossible to take a brain X-ray, and in the end, the cause of the sudden delusions could not be found. The doctor could only tell Tang Qi to rest more.

This abnormal state continued.

Later, Tang Qi dreamed of Huanhuan's death, the death of his former colleagues, and the death of countless people...

He could no longer tell whether the atrocities in his memory were reality or the reality he was in was reality.

Or is this beautiful reality just a beautiful dream he created for himself in order to escape the real reality in his dream?

Hearing this, Wen Xin fell silent.

He suddenly remembered that Tang Qi had once discussed a topic with him.

That is, after a person's memory is tampered with, he or she is no longer the same person as before.

It turns out that when discussing this issue, the other party's rationality was already on the verge of collapse.

Wen Xin said hoarsely, "I should have discovered it earlier."

Tang Qi's mood is extremely unstable right now.

He didn't feel any comfort after hearing these words.

Instead, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, his voice suddenly became sharp: "You don't believe what I say, right?"

"also?"

Wen Xin reacted quickly and realized that this was not the first time Tang Qi had told him everything about his dream.

But obviously, no one who heard this statement believed it.

Tang Qi laughed crazily, moved his feet, and retreated to the back passage: "Hahaha...you don't believe me, right, how can someone who has not experienced this kind of thing personally believe me?"

"Apart from the Realism Church, which has foreseen the future and made predictions, who else can believe me!"

"Tang Qi, calm down."

Wen Xin took two or three steps and grabbed his arm, trying to explain in a calm tone: "Listen to me, it's not that I don't believe you, but I have encountered attacks from the Realism Church before."

"They have a kind of incense that can confuse people's brain cognition and make people hallucinate! I have been tricked by it too!"

"It's different!" Tang Qi raised his voice and roared, "The situation you are talking about is different from mine!"

Wen Xin stared at him intently: "The Tang Qi I know is a man who won't be easily carried away."

He stretched out his hands, pressed Tang Qi's head, and forced him to look at him: "After discovering that your uncle and aunt were still alive, and Huanhuan was still alive, you must have taken other actions to prove the truth of illusion and reality."

"Tell me, is what you witnessed with your own eyes completely different from what happened in your hallucination?!"

The young man's eyes were calm and deep, like a rock standing in the storm, giving people a sense of firm strength.

Under such gazes, Tang Qi gradually regained his sanity.

He trembled his lips and said, "Yes, I went to collect information, and they are indeed different..."

“But I still can’t tell.”

"You came to see me that day because you suspected something had happened to my parents, didn't you? I took you to visit them. After you left, my mother cried and begged me not to look at her as if she were a stranger."

"…She is my mother. She is the mother who, no matter how tired she is from work, will always listen to me talk about my embarrassing things at school with a smile. She is the mother who rolls up her sleeves and picks up a spatula so that I can eat well and grow taller, even though she clearly doesn't want to get covered in grease. She is my mother!"

Tang Qi said painfully, "I thought about it for a long time outside that night and felt that I couldn't go on like this. I was going to quit the Realism Church when I got back. I couldn't make my parents sad, and I couldn't let Huanhuan lose her master."

But plans cannot keep up with changes.

Tang Qi never expected that Zhao Shouqiang and the other two would be captured by the Idealist sect that night and that they would also betray him.

Wen Xin: “…”

Wen Xin froze when he remembered that he had captured Zhao Shouqiang and the other two and then thrown them to the patrol team.

Tang Qi did not notice the young man's strangeness and said sadly, "In order not to continue to implicate my parents, I am ready to confess and turn myself in. I thought that I was just focusing on my feelings during that time and didn't have time to do anything, so I should be able to get a lenient treatment."

"But before I could be imprisoned, everything went black in front of my eyes. It was as if someone was controlling my brain and my body was completely out of control."

"Then, I followed the other members of the Realism Church who were also controlled to stop the A City Army from taking you away."

Not to mention how shocked Tang Qi was when he found out that Wen Jinfeng was Wen Xin's brother.

At that time, he was on the battlefield, being controlled like a puppet and unable to move.

There were groups of ordinary zombies, a giant zombie as big as a hill, and countless realism disciples with empty eyes.

Tang Qi felt that he was a miracle because he did not faint from fright and was able to escape from mental control after the sudden situation.

Tang Qi luckily escaped that battle.

Although he still couldn't completely distinguish the difference between illusion and reality, he was no longer entangled.

Compared to death, mental illness is nothing. He can still live and he can still be cured!

But Tang Qi didn't expect that he would be suddenly attacked by mutant ants on his way back to City B.

After closing his eyes, he saw Wen Xin, who shouldn't be here.

The nightmare comes back.

"I can pretend that all the things I dreamed about before were just my imagination."

Tang Qi stared at Wen Xin's face, his eyes red as he said, "But, was it also an illusion that I made up to foresee that you and I would be trapped in this arena?"

It was not until this time that Wen Xin discovered the strangeness of the matter.

If the previous dream about the fall of City B and the emergence of a tide of 100,000 zombies in City G was said to be because Tang Qi was too frightened and thus mentally unstable, he fabricated a set of self-contained hallucinations in his mind.

So what does the other party rely on to imagine that they will meet again in this passage?

"Wait a minute." Wen Xin suddenly became alert, "You said this is a beast arena?"

Tang Qi laughed: "Yes, this is the infamous Menotaur Arena!"

Wen Xin was about to speak, but Tang Qi pressed his finger against his mouth and nervously grinned: "Tsk."

"Listen."

It was like a prophecy.

Three seconds after Tang Qi finished speaking, Wen Xin heard a chilling roar coming from the passage in front of him.

This was followed by the sound of the crowd screaming and running.

There was also the subtle crawling sound of arthropods' barbed feet scraping against the pipes.

The combination of many sounds created a strange and nightmare-like scene before my eyes.

Tang Qi looked into Wen Xin's eyes, and his laughter was filled with despair: "No one will die on the first day, because those mutants want to enjoy the ugliness of humans in desperate situations."

"They would chase us non-stop, making threatening noises non-stop, just like a cat teasing a mouse. They were not in a hurry to eat, but just played around, making everyone exhausted."

"On the second day, some people asked for water. Of course, since we hadn't eaten anything before we came in."

"But then everyone will be disappointed to find that there is nothing here!"

"No drink, no food, no way out!"

"People's hearts were still burning with anxiety, and no one had turned their hungry eyes toward their own kind. We locked our sights on two mutant ants that were fighting each other. We waited for several hours until the other one finally crawled away, and the remaining one became our lunch for the day."

Seeing the sad smile on Tang Qi's face, Wen Xin seemed to be able to guess what would happen to everyone after they ate the mutated ants.

"Is the flesh and blood of mutant ants poisonous?"

Tang Qi spat out two words: "Very poisonous."

Just two simple words, but every stroke reveals a silent sadness.

"There were 14 participants in the gladiatorial contest, and 3 of them died instantly. One drank blood, one ate meat, and the other was a mutant ant that was not completely dead. It bit back during transportation, and its body was instantly split in half!"

"Then it was the third day, Wen Xin." Tang Qi showed an expression that was uglier than crying, "We don't know how we managed to make it to the third day."

"Everyone had no way to go, so they tried to explore deeper, and they ran into the Lord of the Labyrinth with a human head and a spider body."

"One person had his head bitten off, and another had his chest pierced by a spider's leg. The screams could be heard clearly throughout the arena."

"You reacted and dragged me to run like crazy. We were both out of breath, but before we had time to catch our breath, five zombies were thrown in front of us."

"You grabbed me and ran to the side again. You ran and ran. You ran without caring about your life..."

In the end, Tang Qi in his dream could no longer hold on.

He lost his beloved parents and his cat Huanhuan.

Looking at this devastated world, there is no place that can be called home anymore.

He no longer had the courage to live, not to mention having encountered such a tragic accident.

He was a coward in life.

Tang Qi did not tell Wen Xin about the reality.

In his dream, he was determined to die, so he used the safe key in his pocket, which was the only one that was not taken away because of its small size, to cut his wrist and feed the dehydrated and dizzy young man with his blood.

Tang Qi's eyes were red and moist, and he reached out his hand to touch Wen Xin's cheek.

It was as if he wanted to use this action to comfort his best friend who was crying heartbreakingly in his dream.

His voice was slightly choked with sobs.

"Wen Xin, I am dead, and you are still alive. But since I am already dead, I cannot see your ending. Tell me, did you successfully survive that disaster? Did you... did you persevere?"

Just when Tang Qi was still immersed in the tragic memory.

Wen Xin asked, "Have you touched enough?"

Pop.

Just like a bubble being popped by a needle, Tang Qi broke free from his chaotic memories.

If it weren't for his good friend being too grief-stricken and looking at him with a look that showed he was ready to die.

Wen Xin would not tolerate the hand pulling and tugging on her cheek.

Is this sadness? This might be an opportunity to go crazy.

When Tang Qi met Wen Xin's gaze that seemed to be about to stab someone, he immediately took a breath of cold air and retracted his hand in fear.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm straight! Really straight! I'm going to find a wife in the future!"

Wen Xin: “…”

He couldn't stand it any longer and said, "I misunderstood something. If you want to find me, you should find me..."

Wen Xin had never thought about who to find and was speechless for a moment.

The more I think about it, the weirder it gets.

He passed over the subject unhappily.

"Does it make you feel better if you talk about what's on your mind?"

Realizing that Wen Xin listened to him patiently in order to enlighten him, Tang Qi's smile fell again: "You still don't believe it..."

"I believe you. After all, it is impossible for illusions to have the ability to predict the future."

Wen Xin walked towards his mine cart, took out his military backpack from the ore pile, and shook off the dust.

"then."

Tang Qi was confused for a moment, then he saw something flying over and subconsciously reached out his hand.

The heavy object hit his palm, chilling to the bone.

It's a bottle of mineral water.

In the Menotaur Arena, drinking water was not available no matter how hard you tried.

Tang Qi was stunned, then raised his head in disbelief and looked at Wen Xin.

"Suppose your Ren and Du meridians were suddenly opened up, and you awakened the ability to predict the future."

Wen Xin smiled and said to him: "But who stipulated that the future will remain unchanged?"

It had been a long time since the roar of wild beasts was heard in the distant passage.

Listening carefully, the sound of arthropods crawling around never stopped.

But he looked so panic-stricken that he didn't look like a hunter, but more like prey fleeing.

Looking at Wen Xin's empty shoulders, Tang Qi finally realized that he had been too absorbed in the story he was telling, and opened his mouth: "...Where are the two mutants you raised?"

"They go ahead and clear the way for us."

Wen Xin loaded the gun skillfully and suddenly pointed the gun at Tang Qi.

Bang.

Before the latter could react, a painful howl came from behind!

Tang Qi turned his head sharply and saw that the mutant ant that was about to attack them was hit in the compound eye by a bullet and raised its head in pain.

Wen Xin did not give it a chance to escape. His eyes were as sharp as a sword and he pulled the trigger again.

Bang, bang, bang.

Three bullets connected in a line and hit the same wound without missing a single one. The dark blood bloomed like a flower.

The mutant ant fell to the ground with a thud, dead.

Warm and calm as ever.

He had discovered long before that these mutants were no different from the soldiers and could be killed with ordinary bullets.

But when Tang Qi saw this scene, his three views were refreshed once again.

He felt that he might have fallen into hallucination unconsciously again.

Even though he knew that Wen Xin was very different from before, Tang Qi couldn't connect the young man in front of him who killed the mutant while chatting and laughing with the man in his dream who was exhausted after running less than a thousand meters.

Wen Xin had already walked in front of him.

Seeing the man standing there with his mouth wide open, he curled his eyes helplessly.

"What are you still standing there for?"

The young man extended his hand to his friend, his smile as bright as the sun, and his words were loud and clear.

"Let's go and change the future."

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The Menotaur Colosseum, live broadcast.

The big spider was already fighting with the canary.

The former only had the potential to evolve into S-Class, while the latter is a true S-Class complete form.

The difference in combat power is huge, and the outcome is already determined.

The big spider was forced into a corner, and realizing that the canary was going to kill him this time, he screamed out a sharp accusation at the top of his lungs.

"I robbed some of humanity, so what?"

"These people are innocent, but am I not innocent? Are my children not innocent?!"

The big spider cried blood.

"Those damned humans, in order to test whether humans can inherit the powerful genes of mutants, forced me to inject drugs when I was about to break through, and forced me to combine with humans. Damn them, damn them——!"

"I never stopped you from seeking revenge, Spider Queen."

Canary finally held back.

The arm transformed into a sharp claw and swept across the spider's head, leaving only a series of faint blood marks.

He stared deeply at the enraged Spider Queen.

"I've said before that I will take revenge on the First Base when the time is right. You can join Rose City and plan with me, or you can wait patiently."

"Join? Wait?"

The big spider said in hatred, "You are a mutant domesticated by humans, and you have become a traitor like No. 7 and the others. You have forgotten hatred and humiliation. Why should I join you? Why should I wait?!"

The canary was silent for a moment.

Realizing that reasoning would not work, he raised his eyes and said coldly: "Because I am better than you."

The big spider's resentment was stuck in his throat, like a thorn in his throat.

"There is no logic among mutants. Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say."

Canary said word by word, "You don't need to worry about whether I will retaliate against the First Foundation, or whether I have been domesticated by humans."

"You only need to know one thing: attacking innocent humans and mutants is to go against my will."

As they were talking, the canary's sharp claws flashed like lightning and stabbed the big spider's forehead accurately.

The sharp claws continued to apply pressure, and blood flowed from the connection between claws and flesh.

The big spider had never felt the threat of death so clearly. It was so terrified that it could not make a sound and curled up into a ball.

"If you don't understand, I can be more direct." The canary lowered its head and looked at it coldly, "Either obey my rules, or I'll send you to hell."

I don't know how much time passed.

A broken, hoarse scream finally came out of the big spider's throat.

It compromised.

The canary retracted its claws and said without further ado, "Tell the Queen Ant to send out those humans and the mutants you put in as props for entertainment."

"Turn on the live broadcast. I want to see them return to the land with my own eyes."

The big spider did so reluctantly.

In order to avoid being discovered, the Dark Arena of Menotaur was not built in this area, but in an abandoned mining area dozens of kilometers away.

It would take half an hour for the message to be delivered to the Ant Queen, so before that, Big Spider had to turn on the live broadcast.

Having been delayed for such a while, they have missed the great show when the trapped humans just woke up.

But no one in the audience dared to express any objection.

They huddled together under the S-level aura released by the Canary, trembling fiercely.

The man returned to his previous seat.

After the fight just now, the Spider Queen was covered in wounds, but his clothes were not even in disarray, and he sat down with an extremely domineering posture.

Canaries habitually cross their legs.

When I looked up, I was met with Wen Xin's expressionless face.

Canary: “…”

"!!"

The man stood up immediately.

The young man looked at the surveillance screen with a calm expression.

It was as if this eye contact was not a coincidence, but he had already noticed that there were people watching outside the arena.

"Master of the Menotaur Colosseum, it is unfortunate that we have to meet you in this way."

Wen Xin moved out of sight on the screen.

It also allowed the audience to see clearly that he was stepping on a large group of white creatures.

The creature struggled and squirmed, hissing for mercy.

There were loud exclamations from the audience.

Every mutant couldn't help but reveal an incredible look.

That's the Ant Queen, a powerful mutant that's A-level and almost S-level!

How is it possible that I was trampled under the feet of a human being like this?

Wen Xin said calmly, "This is my first time in your place. I didn't expect to receive such a warm reception. I was really overwhelmed, so I especially wanted to get to know the owner of the arena."

"I'll only wait twenty minutes."

"When the twenty minutes were up and the owner of the arena didn't show up, I killed the ant. I hope you won't disappoint both me and it."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for anyone in the arena to react, Wen Xin raised his hand and fired a gun, blowing up the surveillance camera.

Canary: “…………”

【Author's words】

Author: There is always someone better, right, Xiaojiu?

Canary: ………………

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