Ni Ji caught the handkerchief, pinched it with his fingers, it felt cold to the touch, and the golden bones were revealed.

It's the key.

For hundreds of years, no one has ever safely obtained the key to Contaminated Area 77.

She took it, put it in her hands, and let me go first.

The guide who gave him the key had already run away, very fast, without even looking back at him.

Those tentacles that usually stick to him dropped the keys and ran after him, without even hooking the back of his hand as usual.

Ni Ji stared at the figure running away and clenched the cold key in his hand.

He wanted to follow very much. But he was undoubtedly a mature soldier, and he knew what he should do at this moment.

In the past, he was the one who often did this. He let Tazi and the others lead the team to go first, while he led away the mutants. He let Lin Yuan take the key and go first, while he stayed where he was.

Every time he made such a decision, he never accepted the doubts from his teammates, nor did he care about the feelings of those who were left behind.

This time, he was the one being taken care of, and he realized how sad the person who left first was.

Ni Ji gritted his teeth and clenched the key in his hand. A huge killer whale appeared under his feet.

***

The sentries who infiltrated the Rose Camp collected a large amount of gunpowder and set fire to the golden tree that had been there all night.

Finally, the huge golden tree was destroyed in the flames that lit up the sky red. But they did not get the spoils they wanted.

Amid the flying sparks in the sky, there was only an empty crack on the ground. The scarlet crack was like a smiling bloody mouth, opening on the earth, mocking everyone on the ground.

As the golden tree disappeared, the camp began to collapse and shrink, and countless crazy screams rang out from all directions.

Golden tree roots crawled out from all over the camp, wrapping around the sentinels who were unable to escape and dragging them into the scarlet underground abyss.

The golden tree disappeared, and this place became more twisted and dangerous, with golden tree roots and countless monsters grinning and pouring out from the ground.

Everyone fled in the dark night with sparks all over the sky.

Many people saw Ni Ji.

Those who can come here are all sentinels. They have seen people who excel in speed.

But the killer whale was too fast. Its huge shadow flashed across the sky, and on its back stood a sentry in black.

He crouched in a half-crouching position, his black hair fluttering in the wind. The whale's cry was long and resounding, and the whale's belly with black markings on a white background passed over everyone's head like a shooting star passing by, like chasing the wind and lightning.

The sentry rode on the killer whale and sped all the way to the most conspicuous high ground in the entire polluted area. The sentry on the back of the black whale stood up, swung his long arms, and threw something into the air.

A streak of golden light dotted the picturesque and silent night sky, as if a gap was slowly dissolving there, and the gap with a golden edge expanded and grew larger.

A door opened in the night sky.

Escape door.

In the miscellaneous room of the farm, the disabled sentry stood up from behind the haystack. He covered his broken arm, staggered forward two steps, and stared blankly at the door that opened in the sky.

On the dim street, the sentry, half of his body covered with mycelium, opened his eyes and saw the escape door slowly opening in the sky.

He supported himself on the ground with the tip of his knife, and stood up with difficulty, swinging the knife to cut off the mushrooms that used his body as a bed of fungi. Half of his body was stained with blood, and the severed mycelium was growing again. The sentry gritted his teeth, dragged his broken body, and walked towards the door.

There was a small piece missing from the waning moon in the night sky, leaving a door with a gold border.

For the first time in hundreds of years, the Golden Tree contaminated area, which had never allowed anyone to escape safely, opened a door to escape.

The door will be open for a whole day and night, leaving a glimmer of hope for those who are still stubbornly living in this dangerous situation and those who are struggling and unwilling to die.

One after another, the sentries climbed up from various corners and ran towards the escape door.

The flickering lights of various spiritual forms converge in the same direction like fireflies in the dark night.

Fly to the gate that will lead you out of this hell.

So? Some people were running outside.

There was only one person going the opposite way, Lin Yuan, running all the way towards the house she had just left.

There is a huge vortex there.

Streets, barracks, long corridors, colorful lights, and countless people were pulled into the vortex, converging into a dreamlike stream, swirling and flowing towards the bottomless cave.

Lin Yuan was carried by the colorful torrent and ran all the way to the abyss.

Countless chaotic sounds rang in her ears. Those sorrow, pain, madness, roars and groans filled her mind.

The chaotic and broken pictures flashed before my eyes. Lanterns, rooms after rooms, some people's bodies were cruelly tortured, some people's spirits were humiliatingly abused.

She was enveloped in chaos and madness, and her body kept falling down.

If she wasn't a guide, if she wasn't such a "creature" without any emotions, Lin Yuan felt that she might go crazy.

This doesn't feel like the real world at all. Instead, it feels like being in a sea of ​​​​spiritual thought.

It's like there is an incredibly powerful will controlling this world.

"It" disturbed her subconscious, making the ground seem ethereal, so that her feet could not touch the ground, and her body kept falling. Such a mind-destroying noise rang in her ears. She saw those messy memories.

That's right.

Lin Yuan blinked in the swirling chaos and took a deep breath.

Yes, just like she had done countless times before. A creature had invaded her brain.

Invaded everyone's consciousness.

So silent, so powerful and terrifying.

Lin Yuan suddenly realized that his feet were on the ground. His body was no longer out of control.

The tentacles rushed out, unwillingly guarding the forest garden. From birth to now, this was probably the first time they felt the feeling of losing. It was really humiliating.

In the field of vision, the chaotic vortex is still there, with the fearful and miserable consciousness of countless people gathered in it, rolling towards the center of the vortex.

Only Lin Yuan was there, as if she was detached from this world, walking alone in the rolling torrent. Her feet were firmly planted, her body and will belonged to her, and she walked step by step in the world of intertwined golden threads.

Lin Yuan saw many people's faces, like countless tree roots, intertwined and flowing with golden threads. Those faces were wrapped in the golden torrent and moved forward involuntarily.

Most of them have gone crazy. Their faces are either dull, screaming, or speaking incoherent gibberish.

"Hey, a guide is here."

Amid the noise, Lin Yuan suddenly heard a clear voice.

The sound seemed to echo from deep underground, carrying with it a hint of surprise and a hint of joy. It came along the slender golden roots, suddenly ringing for a moment, and then immediately disappeared.

Lin Yuan heard a kind of joy and desire in that voice.

This caused goose bumps to appear on Lin Yuan's back skin.

This was the first time she experienced this thrilling feeling.

She sensed a powerful, massive, ancient creature in the dark depths.

“It” discovered itself.

In the center of the vortex, deep underground, quietly observing myself.

Do you still dare to move forward?

Lin Yuan raised his foot in the air, paused slightly, and stepped forward.

Click.

She heard the distinct sound of her boots hitting the bricks.

The colorful turbulence and noisy sounds disappeared, and the fog seemed to have cleared away, and the vision became clear. Lin Yuan found himself still standing on that street.

Dirty and narrow alleys, occasional swaying lanterns, tall walls, and wobbly iron signs.

The area is not particularly large, and there are not that many people. It is an old-fashioned and authentic Rose Camp.

It doesn't feel like being in a weird and twisted polluted area, but like being in the real world, in a real polluted place.

Lin Yuan walked forward a few steps on the muddy tiles and saw a house with a light on.

Familiar wooden door, familiar lighting.

She walked up the creaking stairs and opened the lighted door.

The door was pushed open, and the room was still the same room, with an unpleasant smell, a rotten wooden bed, and a whip dropped on the ground.

There was someone lying on the bed. But it was not Xunhua.

The man's slender limbs were bound, his hands were fixed on top of his head, he had black hair and wore a pair of black gloves.