It's the start of another day.

The creatures of the earth have started a new day of survival.

At this time, the dense clouds were blown open by the strong wind, and the scorching sunlight poured down, and all kinds of colored creatures that were still active on the ground immediately scattered and fled, each looking for a dark place to hide.

The temperature of the ground rises rapidly, and the hot air that rises soon distorts the scenery on the ground.

Apart from the howling of the wind, there were few other sounds in the wilderness, and no trace of activity was visible.

In an abandoned villa, Leng Feng was sitting by the window on the second floor, carefully wiping down rifle parts.

When the last part was polished, he reassembled the rifle with slow and precise movements, and then pushed an incendiary grenade before carefully placing the gun beside him and covering the muzzle with strips of cloth to prevent ash.

The cold wind was Sue's guarantee of survival in the wilderness, and after losing the pistol, the modified rifle became Sue's only weapon. And to fight the wolves, this rifle is even more of his reliance.

The wolves are getting closer and closer to the cold wind, but they haven't met Su yet, and the cold wind doesn't know where these wolves are coming from. When Su finishes a big circle, he may be able to find some clues from the traces left by the wolves.

There is still plenty of time, and the cold wind is slowly moving the body. His skin trembled slightly, and a faint pinprick was constantly felt on it, a sign of danger, indicating that the people behind him had never given up tracking him. Many beasts have a natural instinct for danger, and Cold Wind is no less than most beasts in this regard, if not surpassed.

After choosing the ability domain of the occult, the sense of danger is even more acute. Perhaps this is one of the lesser-known benefits of the occult.

On this map, there are several places marked with red X, which is very scarlet.

"He's definitely spotted us, cunning fellow, and wants to take us around in circles." Selmu said with a sneer. He glanced at the electronics expert and asked, "Is that thing reliable?" ”

The electronics expert looked up and said solemnly, "Except for Lord Howard, there should be no one on our team who can detect and break my device. ”

Sormu's face was obviously a little unpleasant, but he didn't have a seizure, but looked at the map and said coldly, "If this guy really wants to go around with us, I hope you can give him a big enough surprise." ”

Selmu looked at the hunter again and asked with a little dissatisfaction, "Can't we be faster?" ”

The hunter was studying the marks left on the ground when he heard Selmu ask, looked up and said, "It can't be any faster." The traces he left behind are very scarce, and it is now the limit for us to track him, and that is because fortunately, there have been no extreme weather in this area recently, otherwise a passing tornado would wipe everything out. Looking at the time of this trace, it is estimated that the distance between us and him is less than 100 kilometers. In another three days, we should be able to get into the distance of a dispersed outflanking attack. ”

"Three more days!" Selmu was obviously extremely dissatisfied with this answer, but it was pointless to blame a third-order hunter, Selmu himself had no replacement candidate, and it was impossible for a fourth-order hunter to come and serve him.

In the night, thirteen men marched like wolves in the wilderness. And the real king of the night in this land, the pack of rotten wolves, seemed to smell the smell of danger and disappeared without a trace.

The hunter who had taken the lead suddenly stopped, carefully discerned the marks on the ground, sniffed in the wind, and said, "He has changed direction here." ”

Saki looked in the direction of the hunter's finger, which was the direction of K7, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Looks like our trap is going to work." ”

In the blink of an eye, the sky was getting brighter.

In the faint morning light, the cold wind saw the falcon's manor a few kilometers away. Without the help of high-level vision enhancement, you can also see the twelve wooden stakes erected at the entrance of the manor, and the twelve bodies worn on the wooden stakes.

The cold wind did not stop, and still ran at a constant speed to the gate of the manor, and then stopped.

That night, the twelve rough men at the table stared at him with blazing eyes, all here. The fourth from the left is the leader of the Falcon, and it seems that the opponent does not look up to him because of the leader's size or first-order ability, but just randomly intervenes with everyone.

No one had ever been burned by the flames this time, but the pain didn't lessen much. The trail of blood flow from the stake had dried up, indicating that they were still alive when they were pierced through the stake from below.

All the houses on the estate were burned, littered with ashes and collapsed ruins. From time to time, sticking limbs could be seen in the rubble, and more were charred objects that were so black that they could not be discerned. Judging by the number of remnants, some of the old people, children and women were buried in the fire, while others were missing, whether they were driven away or died somewhere else.

Under the first stake on the left, there is a somewhat familiar black-covered apocalypse. When opened, the title page reads, "Immortality by ideals, salvation by return."

The cold wind and blue pupils became bottomless, and he leaned down, picked up the pieces of flesh on his body scattered on the ground one by one, and put them in his mouth piece by piece. He was very careful, and he didn't let go of even the slightly larger meat foam. In the end, the cold wind crouched on the edge of the pool of blood formed by his own blood, like a wild beast, licking and eating his own blood one by one!

Cold wind requires physical strength, and physical strength comes from food, and the best food at this time is your own flesh and blood.

When the cold wind stood up again, all that remained on the ground was a dark soil. He was no longer bleeding, but the hundreds of wounds were still slightly open like small mouths, and the wounds turned out of the white flesh.

The whole world is silent to the cold wind. His ears could no longer hear anything, the world in front of him flashed with different colors from time to time, and the thousands of nerves in his mind were jumping endlessly, tearing and painful. Still, he smelled danger in the sudden wind.

The cold wind tore apart the clothes that could no longer be tattered, and then pulled them into strips of cloth, wrapping two pieces of ceramic bulletproof pieces around the body one after the other, barely covering some of the wounds. He dropped all his equipment, took only twenty handmade rounds with him, and picked up his rifle.

Instead of fleeing into the distance, the cold wind greeted the wolves.