Quiet T8 area.

A vortex of time and space suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the air at a certain place on the border.

Led by the man in white, 283 tall figures followed and slowly stepped out.

Brother Liu's mental strength at this time was enough to create passages between areas, but this time the travel was much easier than before.

As it looks, the distance between T7 and T8 is only a short one and can be easily crossed.

That is to say, there is only a huge gap of 25 light years between T5 and T7.

Brother Liu took a deep breath.

Look at the world in front of you.

There are densely packed houses, but the architectural style is relatively backward, with the tallest building no more than 6 stories high. There are densely packed electric poles on the streets, with complicated wires, and old-fashioned loudspeakers embedded on top.

The music playing there was as good as that of an old record player - "Singing Praises to the Beautiful New Era".

There were a few cars passing by on the not-so-wide street.

Almost all of them are old-style Peugeots or Russian Lada cars.

And more people ride Phoenix brand bicycles.

In front of the newsstand, a man who looked like the boss, with a pager on his waist and a mobile phone in his hand, was spitting everywhere.

Liu Di narrowed his eyes slightly. "This is what China looked like in the 1980s and 1990s. How could the T8 be constructed like this?"

And Tianluo behind him was still as silent as usual.

No matter what situation appeared before him, he remained silent.

Liu Di led a huge team walking on the street. Due to the narrowness of the street, the huge bodies of the Tianluo warriors stretched out for hundreds of meters.

But I saw a child next to me who had just finished school. He was wearing black rubber football shoes and the pattern on his schoolbag was the Monkey King from the old cartoon.

The child ran up a flight of open-air stairs, took out the key hanging on the red rope around his neck, opened the old-fashioned security door, and went home.

There are many civilians like this on both sides of the street, including an old man selling candy figurines at a stall, a man collecting waste on a tricycle, a woman hanging clothes on the rooftop, and workers walking in groups, as if they had just got off work.

There was a gleam in Liu Di's eyes.

It's peaceful here, but also eerie.

How come the Tianluo warriors’ exaggerated appearance didn’t attract the attention of any ordinary people?

"Comrade, please save me!"

Just as Liu Di was tense, a middle-aged man suddenly rushed out from the corner of the street in front of him. He looked very panicked, sweat all over his head, and rushed towards Liu Di! Tianluo Chimei's huge body suddenly stepped forward and blocked Liu Di directly.

The middle-aged man was blocked by the Chimei's strong arms and could only shout anxiously, "Comrade, please save me!"

Liu Di narrowed his eyes and saw clearly that there was a thick pool of blood on the middle-aged man's abdomen, which was spreading on his clothes.

Liu Di said lightly: "Chimei, it's okay."

Upon hearing this, Chimei slowly withdrew his arm, and the middle-aged man fell directly at Liu Di's feet. His hands slid across Liu Di's white shirt, leaving a long string of bloody handprints.

The man shouted in horror: "Comrade, there is a mad scientist in front of us, and he is using my body for experiments!"

The middle-aged man ripped open his shirt, revealing his bloody abdomen.

There was a 20-centimeter bloody cut on his left rib, with his internal organs gone, leaving only the severed trachea and artery.

The middle-aged man looked ferocious, "I was used as a test subject, it hurts so much!"

Brother Liu just felt his scalp tingling.

But the next moment, Brother Liu made an unexpected move. He did not make any move to save the man, but grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar, narrowed his eyes and asked: "What is your name in real life?"

"I don't have a name!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, blood foamed from his mouth, his limbs twitched, his eyes rolled up, and he fell to the ground and died.

This scene.

Even the mentally ill Chimei showed deep doubts.

But it was Brother Liu who stood up straight, activated his mental power, and the bloodstains on his shirt disappeared.

He said, “Let’s keep going.”

immediately.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Brother Liu said nothing and continued walking, but he kept an eye on the middle-aged man who fell to the ground.

As expected.

It seemed as if no one among the residents on the street noticed this scene and they just let the man's body lie on the street.

Moreover, although these residents have different facial features, they are surprisingly consistent. There is a hint of gloom on their faces, as if they are filled with deep hatred and resentment.

Not far.

A young girl in a floral dress rushed out from the front, with her long, shiny black hair left behind, running towards me.

Of course, along with the flying long hair, there were also strings of blood scattered in the wind.

Because half of the girl's head was cut off.

Starting from the center of the eyebrows, half of the nose, half of the mouth, half of the snow-white teeth, and half of the skull, all do not exist!

The pink brain, mixed with the blood, was exposed in the air and squirming slightly.

The girl's voice was extremely sharp. "In front, in front! Someone was doing an experiment, and he cut off my head!"

Plop! Before the girl could run to Liu Di, she fell to the ground with her face down, her body twitching slightly, and blood and brain matter spread all over the ground.

Brother Liu hesitated slightly.

He then lifted his leg, walked around the girl's body and continued walking forward.

On both sides of the road, one could see T8 residents either groaning miserably or having already breathed their last.

Without exception.

Their bodies were all mutilated, and had been operated on by professional techniques. In short, they were all surgical cuts and live experiments! At this time, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

And the sweet and rich sweet potato flavor coming from the roadside roasted sweet potato stall.

A white-haired old lady, wearing thick cotton gloves, was calmly turning the sweet potatoes in the stove.

All I could hear was her mumbling: "Since you've chosen to be a test subject, you should be prepared to face the consequences."

Brother Liu stepped forward.

He picked up a steaming sweet potato, peeled off the skin, took a bite, and said calmly, "It's tasteless."