At five o'clock in the morning, Chen Xing climbed the highest mountain of cars near the camp.

The soft morning light sprinkled the ruins, and looking through the binoculars, the locomotives that had been parked outside the crypt were all destroyed. It was all a knife and two sections, sporadic flames were burning, and wisps of black smoke were slowly rising.

It was only now that Chen Xing could see the scene in the camp clearly. Blood mixed with the dirt, and the tent was covered with black blood scabs. The corpses were strewn and scattered, most of them without heads, or with severed hands and feet. If you look closely, all the incisions are very flat, as if they were made by a guillotine. The title of Thousand Blades Rose really lives up to its name. Killing people is like chopping melons and vegetables, and even bones can be cut into two pieces.

Chen Xing couldn't help but take a breath, fortunately Aliya didn't want to kill him, otherwise a knife would come over, and it was estimated that she wouldn't even have time to react. Even if he could sense the danger in advance, he couldn't dodge it, because the disparity in their strength had already caused a crush, and any skills, experience, and judgment were in vain.

But then again, when Alia drove him away just now, he didn't sense the danger. In other words, Aliya did not have murderous intentions against him, at least not directly.

If you think about it from another perspective, Chen Xing and Aliya will change places, even if it is for profit, he can't bear to kill his companions. And the later generation of Alia, although the reputation is not too good, but not too bad, walking between light and darkness, there are good deeds and evil deeds.

People have a good side, and they don't do things too well. Chen Xing III is a human being, and what he is most afraid of is the kind of person who has no emotion, regards everything as a measure of interests, and is extremely selfish. But there is an even more terrible kind, a distorted mind, for the sake of a little dark joy, can do things that harm others and are not beneficial to oneself.

The feeling that Alia gave him was more of a child's play. But because the other party is too strong, this kind of banter becomes very deadly, but in essence, her heart is not bad.

After a while, Chen Xing dug a hole in the car mountain, shrunk inside, and then covered it with a wagon, revealing a few small holes, to observe the situation in the crypt.

The sun gradually rose into the sky, bringing a little warmth. Chen Xing ate a compressed biscuit and continued to wait. The water and dry food in his backpack can last for seven or eight days. A few hours passed, the sun slowly set, the moon rose, and night fell.

The temperature dropped rapidly, and the mechanical parts next to the body became cold and hard, and no warmth was felt. The cold wind came in through the cracks, and the people who blew shivered.

Chen Xing couldn't stand it anymore, so he took out the blanket from his backpack, wrapped his body tightly, and adjusted the alarm clock of the black watch, which rang every hour, and observed the situation while dozing.

After a few hours, the sun rose again. The crypt was quiet, except for the tent cloth that flew up and down when the wind blew, there was not a single ghost.

Chen Xing came up with the idea of leaving alone several times, but in the end he was denied by himself. Along the way, every creature they met could easily take his life. The Black Dead Forest is not something that people of his level can come. At least the strength of the town guard level can ensure basic safety.

Instead of going out to die, it is better to wait for Alia here and win a chance to survive. If the sachet given to him by the other party is real and effective, then he will definitely not mind taking him, and if the sachet is fake, the other party may not be ruthless in front of him.

While waiting, another day passed. Chen Xing nested in the cave, stiff and numb, but there was still no movement in the crypt. When he approached before, he looked down, and it was pitch black inside, and he could faintly see the blue water. It is the medium between space and space, which scholars call "power matter", which takes the form of a light blue self-luminous liquid in the human retina.

Seeing that he had consumed two days of food, Chen Xing became more and more hesitant. The longer the time elapses, the lower his survival rate becomes. He silently made up his mind to wait another day, and if there was no change, he would leave immediately.

On the one hand, when the food ran out, he couldn't travel long distances; On the other hand, the Silver Knights Guild found that there had been no movement for a long time, and would definitely send someone over again.

At dawn, the sun rises over the horizon and illuminates the whole world.

"Didi ......"

Chen Xing woke up to the prompt sound of the black watch, and looked at the crypt in the distance dimly, as if he was about to swallow him with a big mouth facing the sky. He remembered a battle he had participated in with the Thunder Light Regiment in his previous life. He hid in a damp mud cave, and from time to time there were deafening explosions outside. He didn't know when he would be killed by a flying cannonball. That feeling, so helpless, as if a giant Russian/Russian wheel was overhead, and if you turn to a specific number, he will die.

The dominance of fate is not in his hands.

He waited numbly for several hours, and just as he was about to lose patience, a figure flew out of the crypt.

He quickly picked up the binoculars and looked over, the dark red tight leather jacket and the dark blue canvas jacket were none other than Alia. But she appeared to be wounded, her clothes were stained with blood, and she stumbled when she landed.

She glanced left and right, and walked in the direction of Chen Xing. Chen Xing didn't rush out, and after observing for a while, he found that Aliya was just walking in the direction she came, not discovering him. So he put down his binoculars and waited quietly.

Alia's steps were a little staggering, and there was a blood stain on her right thigh. I saw her clutching her chest, turning her head from time to time, looking in the direction of the crypt, as if she was worried that something would chase her.

After rounding the mountain of cars, she continued to walk forward. Chen Xing crawled out of the hole and followed her, keeping a distance of several hundred meters.

Perhaps because of her injuries, Alia's alertness dropped dramatically, and she hurried away from the crypt area. Chen Xing followed all the way to the edge of the car valley, but Aliya was still at a loss.

"Huhuhu......"

She stopped, leaned against the door of an old car, tilted her head, gasping for air.

Chen Xing moved his steps and slowly approached. For security reasons, he wanted to figure out the situation before making a decision. In the scope of the assault rifle, Alia's shoulders shook slightly, as if she was enduring great pain.

Judging from the blood stains on her body, she should have been shot.

After resting for a while, she pulled out a slender knife from her calf. The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and you can feel the sharpness just by looking at it. The blade glowed with a dark golden glow, and it was supposed to be an alloy mixed with pure gold.

I saw her staring at the blade, her gaze as calm as water, and finally she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, held the handle of the knife, and stabbed it into her thigh.

"......Uhh

She threw her head back and shook her hair vigorously, letting out a dull grunt of pain.

Judging from her movements, she was dealing with a gunshot wound and digging out a bullet in her thigh. Just when Chen Xing was hesitating whether to go over to help, Aliya let out a "uh" sound and saw a blood arrow spurting out.

"Smack!"

With a soft sound, a silver-white bullet hit the shell of the car next to it, bouncing and rolling to the ground.