The poet gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

However, the ground shook violently again, and Anzhe was thrown against the wall. His arm hurt as if he had touched a deformed iron door. He used his arm to prop himself up, and the poet also pulled him up. In the darkness, they ran towards the entrance of the passage in their memory again. In the darkness, anything could happen. Maybe in the next second, a third worm would break out of the ground in front of them, or maybe they would crash into the wall because they couldn't see anything.

——He really crashed into the wall.

His head hit a piece of metal, and Anzhe felt another pain. His whole body hit something. The next moment, something wrapped around 놛's waist, trying to lift 놛 up and stand up again.

This wall has hands.

"Are there any living people back there?" Lu Xun's voice rang out very close, faster than usual.

An Zhe's heart almost stopped beating, and he said, "No." "

Prepare uranium bombs, maximum equivalent." Lu Xun said, and as soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling white light lit up from here and rushed deep into the corridor.

Before An Zhe could respond, 놛 was pressed down by Lu Xun again, and 놛 rolled on the ground and was pressed down by this man.

The next moment, a dull explosion sounded, and a flash of white light disappeared in an instant. Lu Xun's figure cast a dazzling shadow on An Zhe's retina. An Zhe closed his eyes, grabbed Lu Xun's sleeve tightly with his right hand, and took a few quick breaths - he ran too fast just now.

The ground was still shaking violently, and only three seconds later, Lu Xun pulled him up from the ground again. There were other people beside him. The lights came on and illuminated the place. Lu Xun said, "Let's go."

An Zhe followed them and turned to climb the stairwell. He didn't have much air left, but the magical thing was that Lu Xun's hand that supported him seemed to have some special skills. Whenever An Zhe couldn't keep up, he would always be pulled up.

I don't know how long I followed blindly, but the cold air finally filled my respiratory tract, and I almost leaned on Lu Xun, gasping for breath.

Lu Xun said calmly, "It's okay."

"Disciple! Disciple!" A figure came up and grabbed my arm, taking me from Lu Xun. It was Boss Xiao.

An Zhe finally got better and his vision became clear. He said, "Poet..."

"I'm here." A voice came from behind him. An Zhe turned around and saw a young and good-looking man leaning against the wall with his arms folded, also panting. When he finally caught his breath, the man said faintly, "You are good at bumping into people."

However, before An Zhe could say anything, Lu Xun's voice rang out.

"Captain Howard," Lu Xun said, "You are late."

An Zhe looked forward and saw a row of soldiers standing in front of him. The leader was a tall man in the uniform of the City Defense Station. His hair was iron gray and he had a majestic eagle-hook nose. The badge on his shoulder was the same as Lu Xun's, also a colonel. He looked like the director of the City Defense Station.

Howard's voice was as calm and cold as his own: "We were already preparing for an indiscriminate bombing, but Colonel Lu entered without authorization, which put me in a difficult position."

"After all, my prisoners are still inside," Lu Xun said in a cold tone, "How dare you bomb indiscriminately where the ultrasonic dispersal device is?"

"The court doesn't need to worry about the equipment of the city defense station." Howard said, "You should check whether the people coming out of the underground are infected."

Lu Xun said, "Don't worry about the work of the court."

Howard looked at An Zhe solemnly. An Zhe and An Zhe briefly met eyes and realized that An Zhe was looking at his arm - he was injured and bleeding in the underground passage.

Lu Xun's right hand clasped An Zhe's shoulder: "I will take away the surveillance during the buffer period."

Howard said: "Thank you."

Then, An Zhe turned to the soldiers of the city defense station: "Prepare for bombing."

——Then, An Zhe was taken away by Lu Xun, under the retaining eyes of Boss Xiao.

Lu Xun's office in the city defense station was in the auxiliary building of the main building, a room without any decoration. As soon as An Zhe entered, An Zhe locked the door.

An Zhe thought, this is a preventive measure, in case he is really infected and turned into a monster, he will not run out of this room.

Lu Xun walked to the gray desk, opened the drawer, took out a ball of white stuff and threw it to An Zhe. An Zhe took it subconsciously. It was a roll of bandage. The judge probably wanted 놛늵 to bandage the wound. He sat down at another set of tables and chairs near the window near 놛놇 and began to fiddle with the bandage. He thought that although the judge convicted people at will, he might still be a good person.

놛놇 was injured on the side of his arm. It was a minor wound, just a cut by the iron plate. It didn't hurt much, but it bled. An Zhe tore off the bandage, which was about half a meter long, and began to wrap his right hand around 녨's arm - but he couldn't wrap it around.

After finally loosening the bandage with one hand, he couldn't tie a knot. Human fingers are not as flexible as mycelium, not to mention that he only has one finger. Moreover, he is not particularly familiar with human limbs. But An Zhe felt that it would be embarrassing for a superficial human to not even be able to tie a bandage, so he frowned and continued to try to tie a knot.

He felt a gaze on him, and Lu Xun looked at him.

—— He continued to tie a knot. However, when he thought that the judge was watching his every move, his knotting skills became worse. After trying for three minutes, not only did he fail to tie the knot, but his hand shook and the bandage that had been wrapped around his arm also came loose. The moment it came loose, An Zhe was so angry that his mycelium wanted to stretch out.

A light laugh came from the other side.

In fact, it was not a laugh, just a breath, very short, but An Zhe could hear it - this sound was a sneer, a mockery.

An Zhe: "..."

The judge, mocking.