The current situation is a bit similar to the garden maze we played in the amusement park when we were children, except that there is no bright sunshine, no fragrance of grass and trees, and no laughter of children.

The passage is narrow, just enough for a person of normal height to pass through. People of black people and rhinos with the skin and height of their current height can only bend over to get in.

The same goes for Walter White.

"Put out the fire. This damn thorn tree is sensitive to light sources." Lin Mo realized this immediately when he found several thorny thorns pressing towards him.

He was the first to extinguish the oil lamp in his hand.

The people behind followed suit, and all the oil lamps and torches went out at once. The scene became extremely dim, but it was not completely dark. The fire in the cabin behind was burning brightly, and the light could reach here, so it was not so dark that nothing could be seen.

The entire thorn forest was moving rapidly, like a mass of unknown and strange seaweed. In less than a minute, the cabin at the back was swallowed up by the thorn forest.

The black thorns were like moths to a flame, rushing into the flames like attacking poisonous snakes, and then growing wildly in the flames, more and more, and then the thick plants squeezed the space and completely crushed the already burnt and dilapidated cabin.

It was like being swallowed and chewed by a giant beast.

The sound of wood being crushed was harsh.

Like a chewed bone.

Soon, the sound disappeared and the flames went out at an extremely fast speed. After the last flame was extinguished, the only remaining light also disappeared without a trace, and the surroundings immediately fell into absolute darkness.

In the darkness, you can hear the sound of the thorn forest growing and moving, and the rustling sound is particularly obvious in this dark environment.

"Fuck, I actually feel a little scared." The sickly guy said this at this moment. He is a pervert and should have a very strong psychological endurance.

But the current situation is indeed very special.

Just imagine that they were forced into this horrible thorn forest, which was full of sharp thorns, like knives.

There are corpses hanging everywhere. Of course, if it were just that, it wouldn't be a big deal, but now all the light has been taken away, and we have to walk in the dark, which is a bit too much to ask.

Anyway, the sick guy feels a little numb at the moment.

Not to mention him, the five people present, including Lin Mo, were all cursing in their hearts, although they didn't know who to greet.

"Everyone, please be quiet!" At this time, the sickly man lowered his voice very low, and it could be heard that he was in pain: "These thorns are also very sensitive to sound."

At this moment, the person who originally wanted to ask the question swallowed the question back.

When the light source disappeared just now, the other noises also disappeared at the same time.

Any sound at this moment is very harsh.

The sick guy was right behind Lin Mo. He slowly moved backwards and then reached out to touch behind him.

The first one to touch it was Walter White.

But at this moment, Lin Mo was sticking close to Lao Bai's body, and he touched Lao Bai further back. This time he touched the sick man, whose body was wet.

I put a little on my fingers and squeezed it.

It's blood.

Touching again, Lin Mo felt thorns.

The body of the sick seedling was pierced by thorns.

It should have been when he was talking just now, but Bingyangzi was also very calm. He didn't shout because that would make him die faster.

But even so, Bingyangzi still spoke out to remind others.

This is risking one’s life.

Lin Mo accepted the favor.

Fortunately, Bingyangzi was lucky. Although his body was pierced by thorns, he did not die. At most, he was seriously injured and temporarily unable to move.

Lin Mo reached out and patted him.

To express receipt and gratitude.

The sickly boy also patted Lin Mo gently, indicating that you're welcome.

Not being able to make any sound now obviously puts Lin Mo and the others in a very passive position. This means that not only do they have to act cautiously, but they are also unable to communicate with each other through sound.

Also, because there was no light, we couldn't rely on eye contact or gestures, which meant that everyone could only guess or grope their way around as to what to do next.

If one of them loses his reason or is overwhelmed by fear and does something like shouting, he will not only harm himself but also others.

That’s why we can’t bring some newcomers or rookies here.

Because the passage was very narrow, being able to touch the sick boy was already Lin Mo's limit. He pinched the sick boy at this time, and then used two fingers to make a walking motion on the other's arm.

Since I can’t speak and I can’t see, this is the only way I can communicate.

The sick person should be able to understand.

After doing this, Lin Mo began to move forward.

Very slow.

There is nothing we can do about it. After all, we can’t see anything and we can’t make any sound.

When you stretch your hand forward, you will inevitably be pricked by the sharp thorns.

It hurts a lot.

It was obviously a pain that was aggravated.

But I can't scream even if it hurts.

Have to endure it.

In fact, you can also choose not to move forward, but wait where you are.

But Lin Mo had a feeling that if he waited there, all he would end up with was death.

This survival mission is the last in a series of survival missions.

In other words, the difficulty of this level must be very high. Just imagine, in this case, how is it possible to allow players to pass the level by just waiting in place?

Another point is that Lin Mo wants to explore the method of entering the second-level dream. Even if it is only based on this point, he can't just stay where he is.

We can only grope our way forward.

Lin Mo could hear a very small sound behind him, which was the sound of other people following him.

As a pioneer, Lin Mo has no idea what lies ahead.

If you touch thorns, it’s okay. At most you will get pricked accidentally and you can just endure it. But if you touch a corpse, that’s not a good feeling.

Because these corpses are not only cold and disgusting, some of them are moving.

It didn't move on its own. If it moved on its own, Lin Mo wouldn't be afraid. The problem was that it not only moved, but also grabbed people. Once, Lin Mo touched a cold hand, and the other party suddenly grabbed Lin Mo's wrist with his backhand.

Without saying a word, he just held on tightly with great strength.

He even wanted to drag Lin Mo over.

Are you looking for a scapegoat?

Lin Mo doesn't tolerate it.

He had a knife in his hand, and he didn't say anything. He just raised the knife and stabbed. Usually after stabbing a few times, the other party would let go.

Later, Lin Mo learned his lesson and just moved forward with the knife to test.

This reduces the risk of being pricked by thorns. At the same time, if there is a corpse looking for trouble, you can stab it immediately.

This is how I got here.

Silently.

More than half an hour later, Lin Mo suddenly discovered a problem.

The slight movement behind me suddenly disappeared.

It felt like he was the only one moving forward.

Walter White must have been following him, that's fine, but what about the others?

Lin Mo listened carefully, but could not hear the tiny voices of other people.

“I won’t lose him, will I?” Lin Mo thought to himself. There should be only one road in this place. Although it is winding, it would be a bit exaggerated to lose him.

He decided to wait.

On the way, he picked up a stick.

It is one meter long, so this thing replaced the dagger and became Lin Mo's path-finding weapon.

After waiting for about two minutes, Lin Mo still didn't hear any movement.

He held the stick, walked over Lao Bai, and reached back to poke him.

If there is someone following Lao Bai, he will definitely be stabbed.

But no matter how Lin Mo tried, the wooden stick didn't touch anything.

No one followed behind.

Lost? Lin Mo frowned, feeling a little lost.

It's quite weird.

How could this be lost?

Or did something happen on the road just now that I don’t know about?

But if something happens, there will be some movement. It can't be that there is no movement at all.

Or are the sickly guy and the black guy joking with themselves and teasing me? Probably not.

Although Bingyangzi is a pervert and black people are abnormal, it is impossible for them to make such a joke at this time.

So Lin Mo's judgment was that they might have taken the wrong road, after all, the possibility of a fork in the road could not be ruled out; or something happened, they were attacked, and were killed silently.

If it's the latter, the situation is troublesome.

It must be extraordinary to be able to subdue the sick guys without making any noise.

But this is the worst-case scenario. If they were attacked by something, it would be impossible for the four of them to not make any noise at all.

The possibility of taking the wrong path is the greatest.

But with someone leading the way, how could they go wrong? On the other side, Bingyangzi and the others were still slowly following the person leading the way.

The sickly man was enduring the pain and walking slowly forward. He had been pierced by thorns before, and that felt terrible, but fortunately his body was special, and he could use self-hypnosis to reduce the negative effects of the body.

For example, pain can be relieved through hypnosis, or even ignored completely. For such ordinary pain, a sick person can get rid of it in a short time through self-hypnosis, and feel like nothing happened.

But this time it's clearly different.

The sting is doubly so.

And it was more than doubled.

He can hardly walk anymore.

He immediately reached out his hand, wanting to tell Lin Mo to take a break.

But as soon as he reached forward, he touched something.

This thing is supposedly impossible to touch.

Because it's a face.

One is that Lin Mo was always facing forward and it was impossible for him to walk backwards; the second is that the position of this face is relatively low, probably at the height of the lower back.

Whose face would be in that place?

The sick boy knew immediately that something was wrong.

He was quite brave. After all, he was a pervert and a madman. He did not withdraw his hand, but instead began to touch it carefully.

It's like a blind man touching an elephant.

The face is very big, the nose is flat, and the mouth seems to be open so that you can feel the teeth.

Short hair.

This is obviously not Lin Mo. Lin Mo is using the skin of the crazy Xu Min, who has long hair, a small face, three-dimensional facial features, and is very beautiful.

"Could it be the big brother who follows Lin Mo?" The person that Bingyangzi thought of was Lao Bai.

But that's not right.

Lao Bai is bald and very tall.

Just as he was thinking about it, Bingyangzi felt someone grab his wrist, and the next moment, he was pulled hard and dragged forward.

The sick boy was startled and wanted to resist, but he didn't have enough strength.

He couldn't shout either.

If you shout, you will be attacked by the thorn forest.

I could only be dragged away by the other party, feeling frustrated, confused and bewildered.

At first it was a brisk walk, then it turned into a jog.

It's a very exciting feeling to be able to run so fast even though you can't see anything and you know there are thorns all around you and you will get hurt if you bump into them.

The sick boy now really wants to know who is pulling him to run.

Is it Lin Mo? No, absolutely not.

Not even the black people.

At this moment, the sickly man also let it go. He silently pulled out a knife with his other hand, but did not attack immediately. He wanted to see where the other party was planning to take him.

"I want to see who it is!" the sickly man thought to himself.

At the previous position, the black man, the tailor and the rhino had been waiting.

There was no movement in front and I didn't know what was going on. I reached out and felt around, but there was no one in front.

It's empty.

They heard faint footsteps just now, but they didn't know who made them.

At this moment, the three of them didn't know what to do. They touched each other, knew each other's existence, and communicated through finger movements.

Finally, a unanimous conclusion was reached.

Wait in place.

The surrounding situation was unknown and it was pitch black. I had no idea which way to go. Even if I went, I had no idea where I would end up.

In this case, it’s better to wait where you are.

Just then, the tailor felt a hand reaching out from the front and touching his face.

Who is it?

Is it Lin Mo or the sickly one?

Soon, the hand grabbed the tailor's hand and tried to pull him away.

Of course the tailor didn't want to do that and he resisted.

The hand seemed very anxious and kept giving him "hints", but when it found that the tailor was still unmoved, it let go of him.

But the next moment, more hands grabbed him, and this time the tailor could not bear it. He was pulled hard and slammed forward. In an instant, dozens of thorns pierced his body and he died on the spot.

After seeing the prompt saying that his character had died, the tailor couldn't help but curse.

However, what he said now could no longer be heard in this game scene.

…

In total darkness, people will lose their sense of direction.

In other words, you have no idea whether you are moving forward or going in circles.

Lin Mo judged from the sound that the surrounding thorn forest was constantly changing, which meant that the path he had walked before might have changed.

It is no longer practical to go back, because even if you go back, it may not be the same road you took before.

After thinking it over, Lin Mo could only keep moving forward.

He was keeping an eye on the time.

The interface prompts that they have persisted in this scene for one hour and twenty-seven minutes.

The two-hour deadline for clearing the customs is very close.

But often, the real difficulty of this kind of survival game only appears when the time limit is approaching.

Lin Mo didn't know the situation of the other four people.

Just thinking about the worst case scenario, the four of Bingyangzi are all dead, and I am the only one left.

Then I am the only one.

So what we need to do now is not to go back and look for the four people who may have died, but to think about how to protect ourselves and survive to the end.

Lin Mo took a deep breath.

He had a feeling that this was the second level of dreams.

What he has to do is not only to pass this level, but also to find clues.

He did not stop, but continued to move forward in the dark.

Time passes by every second.

With less than ten minutes left in the two-hour limit, the situation changed.

Someone nearby suddenly grabbed his arm.

Want to pull him over.

Lin Mo reacted quickly and stabbed with a knife.

At the same time, a hand reached down from above his head and grabbed his hair. Lin Mo did the same thing and forced back the hands of the evil corpses.

At this time Lin Mo realized a weakness of this crazy man Xu Min.

The hair is too long.

If you are caught by the evil corpse's hand, you will be dragged over if you are not careful.

So Lin Mo squatted down and cut his hair with a dagger.

The process was not smooth and was very painful, but Lin Mo was very determined and finally gave up with short hair. The consequence was that his scalp hurt a lot and some of his hair was almost pulled out by force.

There are less than two minutes left.

Victory is in sight.

But the sense of danger is growing stronger.

Lin Mo heard strange friction sounds around him and felt like a storm was about to come.

He knew that he had to do something, otherwise he would not be able to survive the last two minutes.

Lin Mo reached out and touched the two bottles of liquor and the oil lamp in his arms.

An idea came to my mind.

He took off his coat, unscrewed the bottle, poured the liquor on his clothes, and poured the kerosene in the oil lamp on it, leaving a bottle of liquor. Then he walked forward, sprinkling the liquor along the way.

For a moment, the darkness was filled with the aroma of wine.

The surrounding thorns have begun to stir.

After walking about ten meters, the wine was finished. Lin Mo reached out and took out a match. He silently counted three numbers in his mind, lit it, and threw it to the ground at an extremely fast speed.

Suddenly, a blue flame ignited along the path where the wine had just been poured, and moved forward all the way, igniting the clothes soaked in liquor and kerosene more than ten meters away.

The fire was burning brightly.

Lin Mo quickly took a few steps back, and then used the brief light to observe his surroundings.

He just realized that if he just kept moving forward in the dark, the best he could do was survive to the end and complete the mission.

But Lin Mo wants more than just that.

He wants more clues.

And clues are something that need to be seen with the eyes.

So he needs light.

Even if it can only last for a dozen seconds.

The fire illuminated the surroundings. At the same time, the surrounding thorn forest began to become restless, twisting wildly and rushing towards the direction of the flames.

At this moment, the only sound in my ears was the sound of rushing water, like the sound you hear when standing in front of a waterfall, so loud and annoying.

In just a dozen seconds, Lin Mo quickly looked around.

There are benefits to doing this.

If Bingyangzi and the others are still alive, they should not be too far away. There is fire and light here, which should allow them to see and tell their location.

Or, let Lin Mo see their location.

Another benefit is that you can observe the surrounding environment and see how big this thorn forest is.

After a quick glance around, Lin Mo didn't see Bingyangzi and the others, but he saw something else.

A door.

A wooden door surrounded by thorns.

This wooden door was just over ten meters away, and because the surrounding thorns were all rushing towards the flames, a narrow passage was actually created over there.

Lin Mo made the decision almost immediately.

He ran towards the wooden door over there.

Lin Mo knew very well that he might only have a few seconds.

Once the surrounding thorn forest is alarmed, or the flame over there is extinguished, the thorn forest will inevitably attack him, and he is currently unable to withstand such an attack, even with Lao Bai.

In the thorn forest, Old White's role is almost zero.

The current situation is a race against time. However, after three seconds, the surrounding thorns seemed to notice it, and the corpses pierced by the thorns also began to turn their heads and look at Lin Mo.

A strong malice was revealed in those dried or rotten eye sockets.

The next moment, some thorns rushed towards Lin Mo, along with the corpses.

But at this time Lin Mo had already run close, and the moment his hand touched the wooden door, more than a dozen thorns emerged from the soil underground and directly pierced Lin Mo.

There was a sharp pain.

"Fuck you, why did you stab my kidney?" Lin Mo couldn't help but curse.

The next moment, more thorns came rushing over.

Lin Mo felt like half of his body was crushed.

But the crazy Xu Min did not die immediately.

Instead, he held on for another ten seconds.

The result was that within these ten seconds, Lin Mo heard the prompt that the task was completed.

(End of this chapter)