Out of the clearing, Antarkuta entered the dense forest.

The smell of fresh mud and haystacks in the air, and the constant dripping of rain on the branches, is the most beautiful scene on earth.

Antakuta felt the pain in his muscles and walked aimlessly. After a moment, tired of walking, he sat down under a tree and thought about the point in time he might be in.

Then he came to a conclusion———— before the eternal night.

It's exciting.

This kind of time-traveling and the like is actually very rare, except for the lineage of time-travelers who have made this their career, most creatures have never had the opportunity to see the unstable space-time structure in their lifetime, let alone be swept up in it.

Antakuta, who does not belong to the traverser, but is forced to become an amateur traverser because of his daughter's relationship, is still very experienced in this.

He rested for a moment, then got up again and climbed up a nearby tree.

The body of ordinary people is very weak, and God knows how many injuries this guy has suffered, Rao is King Shura is also a little unbearable.

Hanging from the canopy, Anta Kuta rubbed his sore eyes and tried to look out.

But as far as the eye could see, there was only a boundless forest, not even the slightest undulation.

Antakuta couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This is a situation that has never been encountered before.

If there is no one, then he can't get out of the plot mode, so isn't he going to be trapped here until he dies?

He shook his head a little unwillingly and jumped back to the ground, forgetting that he was just an ordinary person, gasping for air ———— twisting his feet.

It's just the unlucky winner of this year's competition.

Here, in fact, it can be seen that the long-lived Shura clan is really a very calm creature, and after experiencing the disappearance of their daughter, the super missile rain and time travel, they can still maintain a transcendent calmness and confusion.

But you can't just sit still if your feet are twisted. Antakuta had not taken a human first aid course, so he had no idea about sprains, just mere discomfort.

It has to be said that Antakuta's tolerance for pain over the years is still amazing. He didn't even frown, just limped into the puddle.

Tick.

Smack.

It was the sound of water droplets hitting the ground, and Anta Kuta's face was full of helplessness, but he was so thirsty that he had to reluctantly hold his hand and drink it.

Then she regretted it.

After about ten minutes, he felt a little sick in his stomach.

Twenty minutes later, he was pale and crouched on the ground clutching his stomach.

Antakuta held on to the trunk of the tree on one side and vomited desperately. But there was nothing but sour water, and it seemed that the original owner of the body had been hungry for some time.

Antakuta wiped his mouth and straightened up in embarrassment. After losing his high-level plane authority, he became confused about the human world for the first time, what he could do and what he couldn't do, and now no one could tell him.

Suddenly I miss the grass mud horse a little.

Although he was a little suspicious of the other party's identity as a native of the Terran race, his knowledge of the earth was still solid, and at least he could tell him that it was a fatal mistake to drink the rain directly.

Antakuta has become a little weak, is it really going to be planted here?

It's miserable.

As he thought, he lifted his right leg twisted at a strange angle and walked forward, and before he knew it, many things came to mind.

That's a very old memory, at least in terms of human lifespan.

This is also one of the side effects of time travel, the soul's memory will resonate with the time period, which is why the memory will become more and more blurred, that is because the distance between the "now" and "some point in the past" is getting farther and farther away, and the resonance is getting weaker and weaker.

But as the time approached, many vague memories opened up like dusty photo albums.

A flood of memories flooded into Anta's mind, and he felt that the course of events was becoming more and more confused, which was a sign that his soul was overwhelmed.

In a moment, he stumbled and fell to the ground, unconscious. The rain hit King Shura's clothes, like a silent mockery of the strong.

......

"Kill her."

The man with a towering back said.

Several emaciated figures gathered, each holding a dagger in their hands.

In front of the figure, there is a row of stools. There seem to be a few people tied to the stool, and I don't really see it.

As soon as the man gave the order, he disappeared into the darkness of the corner, leaving a transcendent silence.

Finally, someone moved.

A glimmer of light shone through the crack in the window, illuminating a corner of the room.

It was eight ragged children with crude bone knives in their hands, and on the stools sat eight little girls in beautiful clothes.

The boys' eyes seemed to have a terrible power, like wild beasts seeing the hunter who had wounded them.

There is fear, anger, hatred.

The little girls in their beautiful clothes whimpered, their eyes filled with tears, and their carefully combed hairstyles were a mess.

"Kill her." The man's voice rang out again.

The boy standing on the far left raised his knife and walked to the first chair first. The girl burst into tears of fright and shook her head frantically, instinctively feeling fear.

But soon this feeling disappeared. She struggled less and less, and finally slowly stopped.

The blue lace princess dress had scarlet blossoms on it, like flowers blooming on a mountain, rooted in blood and water.

The boy let go of his hand, and the little girl in front of him was gone. Her head tilted to the side weakly, her eyes staring straight at the ceiling, confused and unwilling.

It's hard to imagine that the person who personally put the dagger into the chest of his peers would be a ten-year-old child.

With the first precedent, the rest of the people began to move.

Their techniques are very skilled, and it seems that they have practiced countless days and nights, just for the sake of the current knife.

Anta Kuta quietly watched all this happen, as if he saw himself as a child, and in order to survive, he pulled out his sword against his brother.

Shura.

If you want to be a king, it's not that simple.

By this time the room had been turned into a slaughterhouse. The struggling Si Xi Suo became quieter and quieter, and the row of thin figures stood together with empty hands, looking indifferently at the hell in front of them.

The last little boy is going to do it.

He was like the other seven companions. Slowly raised the dagger in his hand, bringing a heavy sense of ceremony.

"Sister."

A tiny murmur.

"I'm sorry."

Then he swung his knife downwards and cut the little girl's neck with precision.

Suddenly, the blood stained the snow-white skin, and the plum blossoms bloomed on the snow, and I don't know who they were celebrating.

The boy dropped the knife and let out a clang.

His right hand was trembling slightly, and the corners of his mouth were twitching. If anyone could hear him, it would be a repetitive confession.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What a cruel sight! The burly man came out of the darkness and grinned.

"See? You used to worship them, they are the fairies of heaven! But now? Under your talent for being ridiculed, you seem weak and helpless. ”

"The test for you is over. You have successfully overcome class fears, gender pity, and self-doubt. Then when you grow up to be a killer who stands up to the sky, the class will be subverted because of you. The man looked at the corpse on the stool with satisfaction, a ruthless madness on his face.

Anta Kuta felt that this sentence was familiar, it was theoretically his own dream, but how could it be so simple?

Obviously, this is the third time he's crossed.

He watched coldly as it happened.

The boys pushed open the dilapidated bookshelves and fished out of the tunnels. The man took out a bucket of oil and sprinkled it on the ground, lighting the fuse before leaving.

In a moment, the house turned to ashes with a roar, and then scattered into the air along with the beautiful and beautiful mistakes inside.

Antakuta's eyes widened sharply, panting for air.

Whose memory is this? What does it represent? Who's inside?

Antakuta stared blankly at the sky.

"If you're awake, blink." Suddenly, a crisp voice rang in my ears.

Antarkuta almost jumped. It was the first time he had such a good impression of a human being.

If there is someone, he will be able to find a way to leave.

The smell of grass in the air was gone, replaced by a slightly pungent smell.

He tried to move, hissing in pain.

"I advise you not to move, you are very seriously injured, and it is absolutely a miracle that you can survive. Now that the race is over, we're on the hovering plane to Florida. Rest assured, you can't die. A crisp voice said.

Race? What competition? Antakuta thought suspiciously.

Feeling the slight vibration beneath him and the buzzing in his ears, he guessed about the time it was.

Circling machine.

Florida.

This grammar and expression should be between 1900 and 2500 years of human terrestrial age, and looking at the smooth way of flying, the range can be reduced by another 100 years.

He turned his head effortlessly, and met a pair of bright eyes.

The black pupils give a feeling of vitality, and the refreshing ponytail hangs quietly behind her, and this is a rather beautiful woman.

She was dressed in a full silver-gray uniform, with a full-face helmet on her legs, and her slender legs were cocked, and even the pistol strapped to it looked pleasing to the eye.

"Who are you?" Antakuta struggled to spit out two words.

"I'm Selena, an officer with the World Disaster Relief Defense Organization." Selena smiled slightly, "You're really lucky, the positioning device didn't break, otherwise we wouldn't have found you." ”

"I ...... Who am I? Antakuta nervously asked the question he wanted to know most.

"Do you have amnesia?" Selena lowered her head to open a screen, typed in something, and then looked back at Antakuta, "You are Cheng Ping, the executive officer of the Deep Blue Project from Huaxia District, who participated in the nine-day final executor selection competition, that is, to survive in the Amazon forest for three months. ”

Cheng Ping.

Antakuta silently recited the name.

He suddenly had a bad feeling that this time was different, and he might not be able to go back for a long time.