Although Lin Qingliu now has the ability to fly, his vision cannot penetrate the thick fog above the mycelium area.
He tried to create a strong wind to blow away the thick fog, but it was only effective at the edge of the forest and no longer effective inside the forest.
Lin Qingliu created a strong wind that was beyond the forest's ability to sense. If the wind speed continued to increase, it would seem a bit abnormal and would inevitably arouse suspicion from the mycelium.
In order to obtain the most accurate intelligence, he chose to enter the forest in person.
It has been some time since we left the giant tree, and the species of trees around us have changed a lot.
Although he could still see some traces of familiar tree species, every time Lin Qingliu looked at those dark purple leaves, he felt as if he was in the world of "Axda", and a three-meter-tall humanoid creature riding a big bird would attack him in the next second.
With this strange sense of déjà vu, Lin Qingliu recorded the information along the way while walking towards the hibernation capsule cemetery in Fran's memory.
During this process, another doubt also appeared in Lin Qingliu's mind:
"I hope things outside the city are a little more peaceful."
The Taiping that he had in mind was naturally not peace, but rather the fact that the terrain here was a little too flat.
This place is fifty kilometers away from the edge of Hope City, and nearly a hundred kilometers away from the area where the spire is located.
The spire is just a spaceship, and the total length of the above-ground and underground parts is only about two kilometers long.
He used the monitor of the host computer at Wanjuan's place to see the complete appearance of the spire -
A spindle-shaped spaceship, surrounded by two layers of annular auxiliary areas, which are closely connected by dozens of corridors.
When Lin Qingliu saw this thing for the first time, he thought it was a small bicycle wheel with spokes and a center axle.
The current spire has obviously lost its outer ring, and the spoke area is buried in the ground, leaving only the pointed end of the spindle sticking out of the ground, so it is called a "spire".
When he just learned the truth about the world, Lin Qingliu subconsciously thought that the flatness of the Hope City area came from the impact of the spire. In other words, humans lived in a meteorite crater.
But if you think about it, this seems a little counterintuitive.
How fast would such a small meteorite have to be to create such a large plain?
When falling to the planet, the spacecraft was not completely out of control, and the final impact was not a complete hard landing. This is why, although the spacecraft was obviously damaged, it was not completely disabled, and the humans inside survived.
Based on this, it can be inferred that the size of the crater produced by the impact is also limited. Now that I have walked nearly a hundred kilometers, I still can't see a mountain or a river. This situation should make people feel strange.
Could it be that this planet is really a completely flat planet? Given that it has a relatively hard crust, is this really reasonable?
Burying this question deep in his heart, Lin Qingliu knew that there was no way to get an answer for the time being.
After moving forward for a while, he suddenly had a strange feeling - there seemed to be a familiar biological field around him.
That is a human feeling, and it is very weak.
At the same time, Lin Qingliu also saw a somewhat strange branch not far away.
There was not a single leaf on the gray branch, which stretched out horizontally like a barrier at the entrance of a residential community.
And at the end of the branch, there seemed to be some dark red substance condensed there.
Blood, human blood.
At this moment, Fran seemed to have a telepathic connection with Lin Qingliu and immediately shrank back. Both the man and the cat entered a state of alert at the same time.
Thanks to the directional movement of the strange beasts before each beast tide, even in this dangerous forest where few people go, one can always find some places that are similar to the concept of "road".
Lin Qingliu and Fulan hid in a bush on the side of the road. Although the bush had turned into a bluish-purple color, it still had sharp thorns.
This level of danger was nothing to Lin Qingliu. He hid himself well and carefully felt the faint biological field that was close yet far away.
Just one minute later, rustling sounds were heard not far ahead, as if several people were trying to cross the forest.
Lin Qingliu raised his head and looked upwards, only to see that as the sky was getting darker, the thick fog that was originally in the high altitude had begun to slowly sink.
This obstructed his vision to a certain extent, and also weakened some of his other senses.
As for the biofield, because it was too weak, Lin Qingliu really didn't expect that the feeling of being close yet distant actually represented such a closeness.
He originally thought that the possible human beings should be at least one kilometer away from here.
But there is no point in thinking so much, because those people are getting closer and closer.
But Lin Qingliu didn't feel the slightest bit of excitement at seeing his own kind; instead, he became even more nervous.
Because those people's steps were weak, sometimes they turned their feet outward and sometimes inward, and they couldn't even maintain the basic stride frequency.
The ragged clothes looked like they had been worn out for decades; the joints were worn out and the rest of the clothes were covered with scratches of varying sizes.
As they staggered forward, there was suddenly a scraping sound, followed by a subtle sound of shaking branches.
Lin Qingliu raised his eyes and saw that the leading man just happened to walk by the roadside and bumped into the sharp branch with dried blood.
However, this time he did not leave anything on the branch, because the part of his arm that was flush with the branch was already covered with bones, as if a wedge-shaped piece had been chopped off by an axe.
This scene made Lin Qingliu's eyelids twitch slightly, as if he had instantly traveled from "Axda" to "The Walking Dead".
When he looked up, he not only saw the man's white bones, but also the strange things on his body.
There were several strange-shaped branches stuck on the straps where emergency supplies were supposed to be placed, and a bunch of leaves were stuffed in the space behind him used to hold nutrient paste, with a piece of leaves falling from time to time.
The backpack behind one of the men was already in tatters, with black sewage constantly dripping from the bottom edge of the backpack, making it impossible to tell what was inside.
The pupils of the five people had already dilated, filled with blood-red and gray-white substances.
Blind, this was the first adjective that Lin Qingliu thought of.
The people before him seemed like marching ants trapped in a death spiral, marching aimlessly until they burned themselves out.
And each of them seemed unaware, as if they were carrying out a mission.
This was a fact that Lin Qingliu was very reluctant to admit, but the few remaining characteristics on their bodies continued to speak silently:
They are super-powered people from Hope City.
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