When consciousness first appears, it can vaguely perceive the world around it. Every inch of the texture of this world is red, and the orange and white spots of light exude a distorted light, constantly displacing in the crimson world, and there is nothing else except the flowing red, which continues to move disorderly and meaningless for a long time.

This kind of world lasted for a long time, and suddenly, the originally red world began to have a temperature and a wave of breath. The temperature of the air wave is very high, much hotter than 100 degrees of water vapor, and every time you swallow it, it brings endless burning pain. The pain beat the confused consciousness, and finally, the confused consciousness began to have a trace of clarity.

It was a mess, and countless fragments of memories were in front of him, like pieces of white diamond-shaped paper, connected by countless nearly transparent network cables. The edges of these pieces of paper are just enough to form a complete white paper, but the pieces of paper need to be moved and sorted in an orderly manner according to the network cables. This is too difficult for the master of consciousness.

At the same time, the pain continued, and it continued to grow, piling up like a vast ocean. The pressure seems to crush the paper of memory and the network of logic, so that the master of consciousness will fall back into the boundless black prison.

When the master of consciousness reached the brink of collapse, a pure white light appeared out of thin air in this crimson world, and the moment it appeared, it was like a bright sun, pushing away the scorching waves. There was a light strand of chestnut hair in the white light, and a quiet smile, but I couldn't see the complete face behind these two things. Even so, the master of consciousness still got great strength from this unreadable woman's face, and struggled to fight against the endless pain, and then had the strength to piece together the pieces of memory little by little, and weave them completely bit by bit according to logic.

Wow - after the pieces of memory were completely spliced together, the owner of consciousness was like a person who had been held to the limit in the water, and suddenly broke out of the water. Dreamy droplets of water are stained in a blurred field of vision, flowing slowly from top to bottom. The owner of consciousness took the first breath, and the first thing he understood after the memory pieces were put together was who he was.

I'm Wu Qi, and I'm still alive.

The paper of memory is gone, the thread of logic is gone, the crimson world and the scorching air waves are gone. True vision emerges from a blurred patch of white, the sense of light is restored, the color vision is restored, and finally a gray-white ceiling is seen.

Only the pain remained, and as soon as Wu Qi felt it slightly, he got a groan from every muscle and bone in his body. Moan's feedback, he remembered. In the tunnel of the plague species, when the Colossus of Destruction was about to spew a high-heat ray that could completely destroy the Black Gun Mercenary Group, he jumped up and broke into the furnace-like world, and plunged the deadly long knife into the vital point where the Colossus was hit by two snipers from a distance, and he was completely unaware of what was going on.

Survival is the first criterion of action, and all actions must be carried out around the ultimate goal of survival, which is what Sister Ruoying has repeatedly told him, and it has been deeply rooted in Wu Qi's bone marrow today. But at that time, he still resolutely rushed out and rushed into the crucible world where human life was forbidden.

As for the reason, it was probably because he didn't want to watch the Black Gun Mercenary Group annihilated, he didn't want all the people in the mercenary team to be wiped out, and he didn't want to escape alone.

For Wu Qi, even if he abandons his teammates and turns around and runs away, there is still a considerable chance of survival. In other words, anyone present may escape the tunnel and get lost in the mountains, and then die in the mouths of mutated animals, but for him, entering another mountain field does not mean that a sheep is in the mouth of a tiger, but a fish in water.

Wu Qi calculated that the probability of his death was 101% after crashing into the body of the giant elephant of destruction. He's going to be charred and die, that's how he should be. But now that he has survived, it can only be said that it is a miracle, or that he has been rescued by common sense.

Wu Qi moaned silently. After groaning for a while, I found that my whole body was wrapped in white bandages, and under the bandages was a soft-touch medicine, presumably a medicine for burns. The body can still move, but it is not completely wasted, so Wu Qi mobilized the only remaining strength in his body and sat up from the bed.

Only then did Wu Qi see the whole picture of the room. This is a very ordinary residential bedroom in the civilized era, and the furniture should be placed in a place that is too ordinary to be ordinary, but the cracks in the yellowed walls and the potted plants by the window that have dried up for an unknown number of years clearly indicate the age of this room.

This is not a room rented by yourself in the safe zone.

The old wooden door with yellowing in white suddenly opened, and the figure that came out from behind the door made Wu Qi feel slightly at ease, it was Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing did not wear a mercenary uniform, but wore a change of ordinary clothes. His face was thinner than before he set off, and dark circles could be seen around both eye sockets. In fact, in the past few days, he has been worrying about Wu Qi for half of the time, and Wu Qi's bandages and medicines are mainly changed by him.

"How long did I sleep." Wu Qi asked. Miraculously came to life, Wu Qi didn't think he was just taking a nap.

"Four days and three nights, but it's nice to wake up." The corners of Zhou Qing's mouth rose slightly, but the whole face was still depressed on the whole, obviously pressed by the pressure of something, and it was difficult to be happy easily.

Wu Qi didn't see Zhou Qing's abnormality, he could detect the movement of the beast, but he couldn't keenly see through the feelings of humans. He glanced to the left and right of the bed and said, "My knife, and what about July?" ”

Zhou Qing said, "Wait a minute. ”

Two minutes later, Zhou Qing walked into the room with Wu Qi's three-foot long knife, and a familiar fiery red shadow rushed in from Zhou Qing's feet, jumped up and crossed an arc in the air, and then landed on Wu Qi's belly.

Wu Qijie took a solid blow, but he could still bear the pain, and he smiled and took the long knife handed over by Zhou Qing. The long knife was not melted by the lava, it was still the same as the original acquaintance, iron-blooded and cold, and even the sunlight shining on the knife body brought three points of coldness.

Wu Qi raised his hand again to caress Qiyue, rubbing its fluffy and warm back through the gauze that wrapped his palm. July also squinted and stretched her neck, pestering her master's caresses. The long, narrow mouth exudes a hearty smile like a human.

Zhou Qing sent a tray with two large bowls and a spoon on the tray. One bowl is vegetable porridge, and the other is steaming broth, which looks like it's made with meat from canned meat and water. Wu Qi was hungry at the moment, and when he saw the two portions of food in front of him, the cells in his body seemed to stretch out their little hands, wanting to snatch them up and devour them.

Wu Qi quickly solved the two portions of food, and then exhaled deeply, the hunger had not completely disappeared, but the energy obtained by the body could already maintain normal activities.

But when he was about to get out of bed, he was forbidden by Zhou Qing without any room for retreat.

"Absolutely not, your vital signs have been very erratic for the past four days, and you were only confirmed out of danger last night. And don't forget that you have severe burns, and you need to change your dressing until the injury is completely healed. Zhou Qing will never allow the people he has spent so much time and energy taking care of to spoil his health indiscriminately.

Wu Qi saw that Zhou Qing was also kind, so he didn't insist.

Wu Qi stayed in bed for three days, during which he was not idle, carefully pondering every detail of his own battle in the battle of the plague seed lair. Every step, every shot, repeated analysis, think about whether you have a more efficient way of acting, can play the attack and defense to a better degree. It was Wu Qi's habit to review, and after every battle with a powerful mutant animal in the past 9 years, he would review it regardless of whether the result was a retreat or a hunt. In the past, Sister Ruoying helped me, but later she relied on herself. This allows you to improve even when you are not fighting. Moreover, he has a good memory.

Three days later, Zhou Qing came over to help Wu Qi dismantle the medicine. He also brought a man with him, a mercenary of the Black Gun Mercenary Regiment.

"Hello, my name is Yang Dongchen, and I am a medical soldier of the Black Gun Mercenary Regiment." In front of him, a man with dark wheat skin and a height of 1.9 meters with knotted muscles stretched out his big hand with a smile on his face and shook hands with Wu Qi.

"Wu Qi, you must thank Doctor Yang, as well as the head of the Black Gun, who asked Doctor Yang to stay and help heal you. If it weren't for Dr. Yang's medical skills and advanced medical equipment, these people in our safe zone would only be powerless to face Wu Qi's injuries. Zhou Qing said on the side.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little more skilled than my teammates, and I have a set of medical equipment from the civilized era." Yang Dongchen is very modest, Wu Qi looks at Yang Dongchen's approachable appearance, and always feels that it does not match his rugged appearance.

If it weren't for the fact that Wu Qi saw Yang Dongchen's skillful medical techniques with his own eyes and heard the advice of various professional terms, Wu Qi could still only regard Yang Dongchen as an iron-blooded mercenary who was fully armed and fought bloodily with assault rifles and sabers.

When Yang Dongchen and Zhou Qing unveiled the last layer of gauze wrapped around Wu Qi's skin, it was they who were shocked. Wu Qi's body did not leave any dead skin and uneven burn scars, only a layer of skin as smooth as white jade; The muscles are hidden beneath the smooth and flawless skin, and you can imagine the oceans of power that lurk beneath the well-defined muscles without touching them.

Yang Dongchen, as the last surviving member of the Black Gun Mercenary Group, had heard Wang Sheng's evaluation of Wu Qi. Wu Qi has at least level 2 strength enhancement, level 2 agility enhancement, and level 1 hearing enhancement; And he was the first to discover the crisis before the high-heat ray raid, and his eyesight is estimated to be comparable to Gao Yuan, equivalent to level 2.

But at present, Wu Qi's cell activity and defense ability may have reached level 2 or above, which is still a conservative estimate. Because there is no guy who does not strengthen the activity and defense of cells can withstand that level of heat burns and recover flawlessly.

Genetically fortified people in all directions? Yang Dongchen couldn't help but wonder how much Wu Qi's unspoken ability was. However, the details of ability are always the biggest secret of every warrior in the Dawn Era, whether it is a noble and powerful pioneer, or a mercenary who works hard to make money to strengthen himself, so Yang Dongchen is not easy to get to the bottom of it.

The moment Wang Sheng ordered himself to stay, the meaning was already very obvious - he wanted to recruit Wu Qi to join the Black Gun Mercenary Group. Seven days have passed since Wang Sheng left, and the scheduled time to drive back to the safe zone is approaching.