These zombies have not found any trace of Lin Qingliu yet. Judging from their unfocused eyes, it is still unknown whether they are still alive.
Although the biofield still existed faintly, Lin Qingliu could not rule out the possibility that they were brain dead.
Now that he had seen this scene, he naturally could not pretend to be deaf and dumb. If he turned around and went to the hibernation capsule cemetery now, Lin Qingliu felt that it would go against his own heart.
Interrupt them? Or continue to lurk?
After some thought, Lin Qingliu chose the latter.
In order to better track the five super-powered people in front, Lin Qingliu transformed himself into a very common low-level beast and followed behind this group of people with Fran.
They walked unsteadily, seemingly aimlessly but following some kind of rules.
Along the way, Lin Qingliu saw many repetitive traces, such as household garbage that appeared in front of the group, and footprints that had been stepped on countless times in narrow places...
Finally, when it was getting dark, the staggering cycle seemed to reach a node. Lin Qingliu saw a lot of black marks on the ground not far away. They were ashes left after burning, which were the products after the bonfire was extinguished.
Sure enough, a group of people staggered to the small open space and began to set up camp as usual.
A man with bloodshot eyes put down the backpack dripping with dirty water on his back, opened it without noticing anything, and took out a sleeping bag that was so worn out that only a few strands of fiber cloth remained.
This sleeping bag, which should have been retired long ago, looked as if it had just been fished out of a cesspool. The small amount of fiber cloth that was supposed to protect the head formed a deformed triangular pyramid and was filled with sewage.
This may be the source of the dripping sound of this backpack.
The man was completely unaware of this and began to unfold the foldable sleeping bag and spread it on the ground. He then took out the second and third ones, and his operation of setting up the camp was very skillful.
The other people were not idle either. Some were making fires, some were preparing food. However, the actions of each of them seemed inconsistent with the facts observed by Lin Qingliu.
In his and Fran's eyes, the five people in front of them were like children playing house in kindergarten, using tools and materials that did not exist at all to create everything they imagined.
It’s like putting on a layer of... cognitive filter.
This is trouble.
Lin Qingliu, who was in the state of a strange beast, had no way of raising his hand to support his forehead, so he could only stay on the tree and continue to observe downwards.
A few people pretended to eat dinner, and then one of them began to keep watch.
Everything seemed to be going according to the planned training content, that's what Lin Qingliu originally thought.
About an hour later, a slightly smaller figure suddenly began to move.
She is the shortest one in the team.
It seemed as if she was pretending to sleep, or as if she was suddenly awakened. Her hands rustled in the non-existent sleeping bag, and finally stretched out from the tied opening of the sleeping bag.
She slowly turned her body and began to work on a less obvious mound of earth.
Lin Qingliu couldn't understand what the other party was doing. This was totally not what a normal super-powered team should do.
Obstructed by the white fog, he could only see from a distance of several meters that the super-powered person seemed to put something into the small mound, then carefully filled it with a handful of soil and patted it gently to tighten it.
What followed was a peaceful night. Early the next morning, as the white mist rose again, the world seemed to become extremely clear.
It was rare that there was some light in this eerie forest, which was very different from the light yesterday evening when there was no one but zombies.
But what hasn’t changed is the show being performed.
The five people woke up from their sleep, simply used some nutrient paste, and then reassembled the various survival tools that had already been broken into pieces.
The short super-powered man looked back at the inconspicuous little mound, then followed the crowd and moved forward.
The group continued to move forward, going deeper into the forest, until around noon, when something strange happened.
The original forest was very quiet. Even Lin Qingliu could only hear a few human footsteps and the sound of the breeze blowing the leaves.
But when the five people entered an area, everything changed.
It seemed as if thousands of cicadas began to chirp softly together. The sound was not sharp or harsh, but it seemed to have a strange power that made people feel extremely disgusted.
Lin Qingliu looked at Fran beside him and found that the kitten had unconsciously arched its body after hearing the sound, as if it was ready to launch an attack at any time.
And he himself also felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Not far in front of them, the five humans simply stopped and did not show any abnormality.
But this is the biggest anomaly!
Lin Qingliu suppressed his aversion to that kind of voice and began to concentrate on observing what was happening.
The five people stood still in the small open space, and then the humus layer under their feet began to fluctuate, as if it had turned into liquid in an instant.
Countless thumb-sized bugs emerged from the ground, surprising Lin Qingliu.
Compared to normal second-level insect-type monsters that can cut a person in half with one blow, the size of these insects is like a group of underdeveloped guys.
The next scene shocked him even more.
This group of insects surging like waves actually began to protect the bodies of the five motionless humans.
They climbed up and down the five people, helping them organize the equipment around their waists and the tools and items in their backpacks.
Some of the guys who looked like ants even started to suture the wounds on the five people's bodies that had long since dried up their blood.
Their huge mouthparts hooked into the already somewhat shriveled and rotten flesh, and with the great strength of insects of the same size, they bit both sides of the wound together.
For example, the bone-piercing wound on the leading man's arm was sutured by four giant ants.
Then these ants actually used their two front legs to press hard on the connection between their heads and chests, and pulled their heads out of their chests.
The insects' behavior seemed to be manipulated in some way, with the four ants responsible for stitching completing the process almost simultaneously.
After leaving its head on the wound to suture it, the ant's body quickly lost strength and fell into the surging tide of insects below, and was submerged in an instant.
After completing a series of modifications, the five people, like carefully carved bandit wasteland-style wax figures, were actually lifted from the ground by countless insects and moved in a certain direction.
Even though Lin Qingliu thought he had read a lot of imaginative works in his previous life, he couldn't help but be shocked by the well-trained and well-coordinated insects in front of him.
He couldn't help but look at Fran, and sure enough, he saw the same surprised expression on the cat's face.
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