Day after day, year after year. From time to time, people died of being too weak, and from time to time, new people were locked in and killed by everyone on the stairs leading to the second-story tower, and then drank blood and ate flesh. Whenever the first rays of sunlight shine into the tower, the floating wish will carve a mark on the wall, only in this way can you remind yourself that you are a person, to live, only to live to go out, to find your brother. It's just that the food is too scarce, and she is too young, sometimes it takes three or two days to grab a little food. She knew that if she continued like this, she would either starve to death or die of weakness. So, whenever someone dies, she is always the first to pounce.

Time is long but flies, and six spring and autumn seasons have passed unconsciously. As Fuyuan grew older, she never stopped observing the condition of the people in the tower. Until one day, she thought the time had come. Because almost all the people in the tower are old, weak, sick and disabled, and they are still breathing. That night, while everyone was asleep, Fu Yuan quietly got up, and the belt he snatched from the dead body in his hand was strangled on the neck of the person next to him, and the man died without a few struggles. In this way, the number of people in the tower is constantly decreasing, and the living will only think that there is food to eat, and the physical pain, weakness has long been numb to the brain. Until the last man died under the rope. Fuyuan finally climbed the second-story tower.

There were more than a dozen people in the second-story tower, all of whom had a tenacious sense of survival and had blood on their hands. It's just that everyone is scarred. Compared to the walking dead in the first-floor tower, these people are much more energetic. Fu Yuan carefully found a corner and sat down. But I saw a person walking straight over, and before Fu Yuan could react, he punched the bridge of his nose, only to feel a stream of heat spurting out, and his eyes were full of stars. When this person saw her like this, he couldn't help but fight, and he lost interest. After a while, Fu Yuan climbed up, and by then he had understood that the two-story tower had to rely on force, and only those with hard fists could have the opportunity to walk up the three-story tower.

In this way, every day I was beaten, observed, imitated, and attacked. In the second-story tower, as long as you can endure the physical pain, and always be vigilant at night to be assassinated. Food and water are plentiful, and the living environment is much better than the first floor. In this way, day after day, it made the perception of Fuyuan much sharper, although the shot was out of order, but it was a move that went straight to the point. Until one night, when he was sleeping, Fu Yuan suddenly felt suffocated, and opened his eyes violently to find that he was being choked by the neck. It became more and more difficult to breathe, and I only felt the blood in my body rushing up my brain and into my eyes. Pictures flashed in front of me, there was no boundless darkness, only a few lonely stars flickered. All the beasts of the earth ran and hunted. Fu Yuan didn't understand why such a picture flashed, just when she thought she was about to die, an unknown force suddenly poured out, and the person who grabbed her was instantly shocked out. When I opened my eyes again, everything in front of me seemed to be as small as dust, and the living life as far as my eyes could see instantly turned into a pile of white bones.

The dozen or so people in the tower didn't even have time to struggle before they died, and Fu Tu sat in the corner of the wall and looked coldly at everything in front of her, she was no longer in a hurry to climb the three-story tower, because she had to figure out where this terrible power came from and how she could freely control it. No one cares what happens inside the tower because it's a secluded place. Countless attempts were made to stimulate that power, but each time it failed. I don't know how many days have passed, except for the meridians in the body that are much smoother than before, and the fists that are swung are mixed with some internal force, there is no change.

Fu Yuan didn't want to wait, and finally chose to climb the third layer of the tower. There were eight or nine people in the three-story tower, their faces were ruddy, and their physical condition was much better than that of the first and second floors. At least it won't be yellow and thin, at least it won't be scarred. Eight or nine people each occupied a corner and sat cross-legged, and a powerful aura coiled over everyone's heads. Fu Yuan had just taken a few steps forward when he was shaken out by a force. The floating wish, which has a slight perception of the internal force, is now clear in the chest, and the competition on the three-story tower is all in the internal force. It's just that my perception of internal force is still very weak, and how to improve in a short period of time has become a current problem.

Fu Yuan sat against the wall and watched intently, and as the days passed, there was no improvement except for the clearer and clearer perception of the breath coiled overhead. I closed my eyes and felt the criss-crossed, sometimes long, sometimes violent breath, and suddenly a bold idea came to my mind. Slowly walked in front of a person, and as soon as his hand touched this person, he flew out again, wiped the blood from his mouth and got up again. I don't know how many times I went back and forth like this, but I felt that my body was extremely empty, like a black hole, and I longed to inhale these breaths. Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and tried to feel it, trying to draw these breaths into his body over and over again. From the beginning, he could only inhale some faint breath, and finally devoured it frantically, as if a person who had been thirsty for a long time wanted to swallow the river water in one gulp.

The people in the three-story tower continued to struggle and resist, and the wailing sound poured into her ears, but she couldn't stop at all, and everyone's internal force had already been exhausted, but this internal force was far from enough, and they devoured it frantically and sucked unscrupulously. It wasn't until everyone turned into dried corpses and there was nothing else to suck that they stopped, and the black hole in the body seemed to fall asleep again. Fu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, trying to exert an internal force, and several dried corpses in front of him instantly turned into powder. Without further hesitation, Fu Yuan then ascended to the fourth floor of the tower.