Without thinking about it, Yongchang rushed forward, stabbing the monster in the forehead with the tip of the cross, and plunging into the parchment-like skin. The bright cross was smoothly plunged in, like a red-hot skewer of meat, and easily inserted into a piece of mud.

The monster let out a frightened and painful scream, and even the scream seemed to be a melted liquid, and he stumbled backwards. Yongchang withdrew the hand holding the cross. For a moment, before the old monster raised its claws to caress his eyebrows, Yongchang saw the hole in his cross.

Then, thick yellow pus splashed down the tips of the old monster's fingers. His knees trembled, he could no longer stand, and he stumbled and fell between the two tables. The thing's face had completely collapsed, and it happened to be covered by two twisted claws. The halo that enveloped him flickered like a candle in the wind, and then faded completely, leaving only a pool of yellow liquid, dissolved flesh splattering out of his cuffs and trousers like vomit.

Yongchang strode swiftly towards the other monsters, and his fear vanished.

"Get out of the way," one of the monsters shouted, his palms open to cover his ugly face.

He had cornered the monsters, and large abscesses appeared on the hands and faces of the monsters, eating away at the spoiled skin like sulfuric acid.

Several monsters pounced on them, their lips obstructed by their long fangs twisting strangely, perhaps taking it as their smirk. Yongchang stretched out his hand to meet them. His fingers glowed, as if they had been soaked in the blue fire.

"Stay away from me" Yongchang shouted, "I command you"

At this moment, the birdman old camel stretched out his bird paws and tightly choked Yongchang's neck.

"Let go of me," Yongchang shouted loudly, but it was clear that the command was ineffective. Unlike those monsters, the Birdmen are not afraid of the so-called God.

Yongchang felt that something was piercing deep into his neck. Yongchang thought to himself, help me, God. So, he felt the power flow into his life. He rolled to the left, and as the claws tore at his shirt, tearing it into one broken belt after another.

It was at this time that gunshots rang out outside, deafening in the cell. The monsters' heads were like a gourd filled with blood, and now they exploded, and the flesh splattered on the monsters that were densely packed behind him.

The cell was filled with screams of horror and screams of disbelief.

The bird-headed man's beak was closed one by one, and his Adam's apple could be clearly seen fluttering with excitement.

The bird-headed man grabbed Yongchang and flew away, knocking over everything in front of him, three yellow feathers floating lazily in the air.

Leave people stunned on their faces.

The night sky is like a wash. The earth is silent, the sky is silent.

After the rainstorm, a narrow sky was revealed, and the stars were incomparably bright, shimmering on the canopy like blue crystals.

The surrounding rock walls are towering, enclosing a deep valley, and looking up, the sky looks like a transparent and shimmering glass cover.

Where the hell is this?

Yongchang lay motionless for two days and three nights, the heart-rending pain had slowly become accustomed to it, and he felt that he was still a little lucky

It's a pity that what caused him to be the cup he is now, he doesn't have a clue, it's inexplicable.

Yongchang stretched out his middle finger towards the sky, but he struggled so hard.

In the past two days, his body has slowly recovered a little feeling, Yongchang tried to turn his neck, although the pain was terrible, he could still look around with difficulty.

It is a steep valley with rock walls straight up and down, like a knife and axe. The black image of the trees between the crevices of the rocks is the outstretched arms of the earth, as if trying to catch something.

The giant trees at the bottom of the valley are forested, and the birds that have lost their nests among the trees are still irritable, occasionally calling a few times until the cold feathers stand upright, and the bones are terrifying.

The place where he lay was spacious, surrounded by soft grass that was waist-deep, and he would not have seen anything if it had not been flattened around him.

To understand the situation at the bottom, you will probably have to wait until you can stand up.

It's hard to stand up! Yongchang smiled helplessly.

My stomach was empty, I had been hungry for two days, and I was already feeling that burning sensation from hunger. Hunger, like not eating, drinking, sleeping, and playing an all-nighter game, is even more uncomfortable than that.

I drank a lot of water when it rained just now, and now my hair is still soaked in mud, so I don't have to worry about dying of thirst.

If you don't eat anymore, your weak body will not be able to stand it.

Without energy replenishment, his organs will fail, and he will also go into shock due to hypothermia until he dies.

He was wrapped in a bag, a large black bag that was larger than the type of bag he had used before, and could fit two people even more. Sure enough, it is a must-have product for killing people and destroying corpses!

If you move your arms slightly, you are crawling, you are chewing grass roots, and you have to live.

Yongchang made plans and fell asleep in a daze......

In the dream, he dreamed of Miss Jin Xiu again, and his heart was so painful that he burst into tears.

There was only a glimmer of light in the sky, and the chirping of birds woke up Yongchang, who had just fallen asleep. These little things that have today and don't know tomorrow are chirping with joy again, just to get up early and find more food, as if a heavy rain is just a gust of wind and a wisp of dust.

If people can live like birds, it is also a kind of realm.

Yongchang smiled self-deprecatingly, and his mood became cheerful. casually turned over, and was gasped by the hard object.

In pain, he smiled happily.

The recovery is good, although it hurts, at least half of it can be turned over, very good, very strong! The recovery speed of the body is simply beyond imagination, it takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones, such a serious impact, the average person would have hung up a long time ago, I am still fine.

Perhaps, it would be nice to lie down a little longer.

There is no doctor, no cure, and no death.

Time is not the best medicine.

With a slight movement of his stiff fingers, he moved to the position of the zipper.

Since the theme of life is only the word survival, let's fight for the arduous and great task of survival in the wilderness.

Yongchang stretched his limbs, feeling that he had regained a little control of his body, and he could basically crawl, but it could also be called turtle speed.

If you can't take care of your body that is still in pain, it is imperative to find something to eat and drink.

It would be too much if you were lucky enough to survive death and then die of thirst and starvation in this wilderness where the heavens should not be called the earth.

Yongchang vaguely remembered that it was the birdman who took him to the sky, and then threw himself down in the dark place.

But he's almost died once, the impossible has happened, and he can only try to accept it.

If you encounter fate*, since you can't resist, you can only try and enjoy.

What I don't understand is, how can I be "thrown" into the wilderness?

Now he can confirm that he has been discarded like garbage

But this way is also a little weird, ordinary people don't just throw them on the roadside, garbage dumps, river bottoms, or barren mountains and mountains?

Why bother so much, getting such an unusual place is simply a matter of seeking the near and far, it should be easier to burn the corpse than this. Throw it on the side of the road, and maybe you can think you're lucky enough to pick up a pair of hooves and elbows.

As for his demonic half-blood "resurrection" in such a short period of time, it can only be attributed to a miracle for the time being. Can you really believe that you are immortal, even if you fall into a stiff neck, you can't recover so quickly?

I can't care so much, my fate is robbed, that's how my fate should be, live first, and then find a way to go home. As for revenge or something, it's too far away for now. Meals must always be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be taken step by step.

Thinking of eating, Yongchang's dry mouth felt slightly moist. Looking around, the wall is thousands of feet, and it is difficult for birds to cross, and it can be seen that it is a circular crater.

Looking at the thick vines of the old trees on the rock face, the tall trees all around, and the dense meadows, it probably won't be an active volcano, at least there is no smoke in the air, and there is no smell of sulfur.

Fortunately, at least it won't be buried in the sea of magma and fire and turn into fly ashes.

With the familiar faint fishy smell that has been coming from the air for a few days, and the seabirds hovering in the sky, presumably, this is some nameless volcanic island in the middle of the sea.

Hey, it's so despise me to bother throwing such a little person as yourself here. Every moment, people in this world are constantly appearing and disappearing, missing one or two, just like a grain of sand blowing up in the desert.

Do you need it?!

Dragging his slowly familiar body, Yongchang could finally start his first exploration of this abandoned place in the fifth morning after being discarded, holding the dagger he had carried all the year round in his right hand, with a head of mud and tatters, and a sad and lonely face.

The place where he began to lie was near the huge woods around the valley floor, although the smell of blood he emitted after being injured for so many days did not attract the attack of wild beasts, and even the flies did not bother to patronize them, and probably there were no wild beasts in this roadless Jedi that would choose to eat people.

Perhaps, even if there were, in this place where there was no food source, slightly larger carnivores would be wiped out by the supreme divine power of the law of survival.

But be careful, you still have to bring a personal weapon to defend yourself, just in case, there can't be any in case. With such a weak body, it can't resist the attack of even a squirrel.

If you slack off, you'll be done right away!

The sun passed in the middle of the sky, and the distance of Yongchang crawling all the way did not exceed 200 meters.

But he was almost in the middle of the valley, after all, it was only a narrow and closed deep valley, no more than a kilometer from north to south and east to west, and the height of the surrounding mountain walls seemed to be about that high.

Monsoon looked at the surrounding terrain and felt like he had fallen into the bottom of a huge pot.

Swimming fish at the bottom of the kettle, it is really appropriate to describe your current self.

Sure enough, it's a man-made sword, and I'm a fish.

In this society that obeys the law of the jungle, the weak cannot refuse the cruel reality of the law of the jungle, and once they fall, they are at the mercy of ruthless fate.

Yongchang roared wordlessly in his heart, cursing the snobbish god of fate.