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Wu Yu already felt that his legs were starting to be a little sore, this was the second day of coming to the Eastern Regions, the name brand behind him had completely disappeared yesterday, and the power brought to him by his health value had also disappeared completely.

For more than a day, not to mention food, he didn't even bring a drop of water, his throat was hot at the moment, as if it was stuffed with gunpowder, and it could explode at any time, and in front of him, there was a black land, and there was not even a single grass on the ground, as if this land had been burned by something, hard, and there was no living creature to be found in this land.

Along the way, he had seen countless corpses, which always appeared inexplicably, and the white bones were exposed to the surface, and some had even begun to weather.

But one thing that is very interesting is that there are no scars on these bones, so it may be similar to what he guessed. Water and food, if it were not a natural or man-made disaster, then the cause of death of these people would be only one such thing.

I knew that I would have brought something with me when I came. Wu Yu shook his head helplessly, but there was still no stop under his feet, he didn't eat or drink for a day, and walked seventy kilometers, which is probably a big challenge for anyone.

But Wu Yu's pace still did not slow down, because he knew very well what the result of slowing down was, in such a land, it was impossible for you to find water and food, so the only thing you could do now was to seize all the time to move forward while you still had the strength at this moment.

The soles of his feet and legs began to be a little numb, but Wu Yu could only let this numbness spread little by little on his body, rest? Who doesn't want to take a break? Glancing at the sky, the time should be nine o'clock in the morning, the weather here is impossible to figure out, and at this moment she also regrets a little, because he clearly remembers how scorching the sun in the sky was at noon yesterday.

So even if it is to rest, then he has to wait until noon to stop, and the weather is still quite cool now, if he advances, he can only choose such a time.

As for the night, Wu Yu stretched out his hand and touched his head, a little hot, those damn cold winds, Wu Yu didn't dare to sleep at all, even if he was half-squinted and half-awake all night, his limbs seemed to be frozen when he got up in the morning, but he understood that at this moment he had entered the Eastern Regions, then he would never have a chance to go out, no matter why, but he believed that those words were definitely not said casually.

If he turns around now and wants to go out from the Eastern Regions again, then he is undoubtedly looking for death.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Wu Yu was lying on the ground, his forehead was slightly sweaty, and he rested for two hours, but the only feeling he had at this moment was that he might not be able to stand up at all, and his legs were numb so that he began to tremble slightly even when he walked, and what was even more terrifying was the seven deadly sins behind him, perhaps he also understood Wu Yu's difficulties at this moment, and the seven deadly sins seemed to have deliberately reduced some weight.

But this kind of reduction is just a drop in the bucket for Wu Yu, close to the weight of twenty catties, he will not doubt that with his current physical strength, it is a question of whether he can pick up the seven deadly sins with one hand.

Holding the ground with his palms, he forcibly stood up, as if he had no legs, but just two thick thigh bones, supporting stilts of the same length, and walking numbly here.

His face was a little pale, and even his lips seemed to have been washed, white and clean, without a trace of blood.

Wu Yu pinched his thighs, as if he was unconscious, he knew how bad his state was now, from yesterday to now, it has been a day and a half, and the scorching sun is still on his head, and the black robe is wrapped around his head, allowing the scorching sun to scorch the skin on his arms.

Nine hours, Wu Yu's eyes were already dizzy, and it was already twelve o'clock in the morning, the wind around him was like carrying a knife and needle, and his black robe had no resistance in front of them, and those winds blew directly through his clothes, stabbing his flesh, with this slight pain.

His head is hot like a small sun, even if his spirit is extremely bad at the moment, but because of the fever, his eyes are unusually bright at the moment.

It was pitch black in the sky, and in this damn place, he couldn't even see the moon, the ground was pitch black, and the sky was pitch black, and if he hadn't made some marks on the way, he couldn't help but wonder if he had gone around in circles earlier.

But the signs, made of dead man's ribs, never appeared before his eyes, so he understood that he was not going around in circles, or that the circle was too big for him to die.

The only light may be the eyes of the strange birds in the sky, and those eyes in the dark night glow with a faint green light, like one ghost after another, swaying everywhere in the sky.

How much time do you have left? Perhaps, as he himself often said, from now on, you can already look at the hands on your wrist and count down your own life.

Maybe in the next second, he will fall here, just like the white bones behind him, and it will become a sign for those who come to warn future generations, of course, this white corpse may also have black clothes hanging on it, just like the glorious little cloak.

And, of course, the ghostly birds in the sky, who may rush down at a deadly speed the moment you fall, because you may be the rare food in their eyes.

Unexpectedly, he died here.

There was a blackness in front of me, how long can I walk? One day? An hour? One minute? Or rather, this last step.

God knows, no one can give an accurate answer to this kind of thing.

If there is anything left unfinished in this life, maybe it is that girl, she has no strength, and she can't even protect her own woman, but on the seventh floor, what will that beautiful girl go through? Was forcibly forced to marry by a young master or son on the seventh floor? And then lying in bed with tears in your eyes?

Wu Yu didn't want to think about these things, but these things were desperately stuffed into your brain, little by little, just like the palm of a private hand, those miserable white bone joints, one by one, stuffed in, watching the blood in your head flow out drop by drop, and then smiled ruefully, with a large splendor on his face.