After Mu Yang completed the final repairs to the "flesh and blood raft", he pushed the raft and was ready to go.

"Gwoe, gach, gagged." The lamb sat in the middle of the raft, burping and silently protesting in this way.

Mu Yang calculated the angle: "It takes twenty seconds for the blood in the human body to complete a circulation when it enters the heart and flows out of the heart. In this dream, it takes longer for the blood to circulate, and we will reach the heart later after entering the blood river. ”

"It doesn't make much difference whether you start from the upper reaches of the Blood River or the lower reaches of the river, and the final destination is the same. The only caveat is that before reaching the heart, we had to leave the raft and jump to the nearby meat bank. Otherwise, we will be devoured by the Nightmare Heart along with the raft. ”

The little sheep climbed to the end of the "flesh and blood raft" and carefully stroked the huge pointed bone fixed to the top: "Wow, if that big heart swallows the raft, even the body of 100,000 souls will not be able to withstand this blow at all." ”

"Don't get your hopes up, if you can weaken it, you can achieve the goal." Mu Yang said, "Maybe, in the end, it will be up to my hands to finish off that big guy with my own hands." ”

After a few days of recuperation, he was able to limp on just one leg and do some basic backruns and dodges.

Who knows what the future holds? This is already the best response that Muyang can make with the existing resources.

Perhaps, this act will hasten his death in the dream. But he knew that if he didn't do anything, the end that awaited him would be death.

On top of the flesh raft sat a lamb, and Mu Yang pushed the flesh raft and rushed out of the flesh hole with the fastest speed he could explode.

Mu Yang began to observe in the holes, pushing the flesh raft and rushing from his hiding place to the blood river, a distance that should be able to avoid the pursuit of the corroded corpse.

On the corrupt earth, countless rotting corpses slowly turned around. Their eye sockets and ears were rotten, but they could still feel something rushing out of the depths of the cavern.

"Come on! Come on! The little sheep stood up on the raft and kept cheering Muyang up.

The rotting corpses around all gathered in the direction of Muyang. The speed at which they started was not very fast, but they were victorious in number, and under the attack from all directions, they soon made Muyang feel a sense of depression that there was no way to escape.

"A hundred meters to go."

He said silently in his mind. The pace under his feet is not chaotic at all, and he accelerates steadily.

The rotten earth, the figures of countless monsters were getting closer and closer to him, and the nearest one had already reached out his hand, trying to grab the back of the living man in front of him.

"Be careful! Uncle! The lamb, standing on the raft, screamed in fear.

"Five hundred meters to go."

Mu Yang could also smell the foul smell coming from behind him. He ignored it and continued to maintain his rhythm.

In this case, only a person like him, who is calm to the bones, can shuttle among thousands of people without chaos.

"Thirty meters."

"Twenty meters."

"Ten meters."

"Sit tight, stupid little Lori!"

Mu Yang pushed the blood river in front of him, along with the lamb and the raft on the raft, together with the rotten water in front of him.

The lamb on the raft curled up tightly in a ball, clutching everything around it that could be grasped. Waves of foul-smelling rotten water came from all sides, stirring up the seemingly huge rafts of flesh and blood on the shore that swayed like a small boat, threatening to capsize at any moment.

The rotten water in the blood river rushed down and soon distanced itself from the shore.

The little sheep raised his head and saw that Mu Yang on the shore was about to jump down after pushing down himself and the raft, but several carrion corpses behind him had already followed, hugged his limbs from behind, and dragged him back.

"Uncle! Uncle! ”

The distance between the two became farther and farther as the river went down, and the little lamb's fear and fear at that moment overtook everything, and he stood up from the rickety raft despite the strong wind and waves, and waved in the direction of Muyang.

But Mu Yang is getting smaller and smaller in her eyes.

"What a tough bunch of guys."

Mu Yang secretly screamed bad after feeling that he was entangled, and immediately tore off his clothes, turned around again, and slipped out of the siege of several carrion corpses like a swimming fish. The clothes he left behind were instantly torn to pieces by countless hands, and when the rotting corpse behind him stretched out his hand again, trying to catch this living person, Mu Yang had already jumped and fell into the stinky blood river.

He's not good at water. Simply keep your balance in the water as much as possible, and let the waves push you into the distance.

There were black waves lapping on his face, and rotten water poured into his mouth and nose. That feeling was really unbearable, Mu Yang was pulled by the undercurrent in the water, and he was about to be unable to support it several times.

"Uncle...... Uncle ......"

In the distant direction, the cry of a little girl was heard in the distance. Mu Yang recognized it as the voice of the lamb.

"She was left alone on the raft, and I had to go there."

With such thoughts, Mu Yang forced himself to come to his senses. He stumbled through the turbulence, surging forward.

It's like a desperate little fish.

Bang, he hit something heavy in the undercurrent, and Mu Yang stopped suddenly. The next moment, he felt a pair of weak and boneless hands grab his shoulders, trying to lift himself up.

"Caught up."

Mu Yang knew that he had hit the flesh and blood raft, so he put his hands on the edge of the raft, shook it hard, and jumped directly onto the raft.

The entire raft shook violently, because Mu Yang's weight was almost about to topple. Fortunately, Mu Yang adjusted his position in time and quickly stabilized the rickety raft.

"Great, uncle, I really thought I would never see you again!" The lamb's mouth was deflated, and he wanted to cry, and threw himself into Mu Yang's arms.

Holding a lamb feels like holding a warm little beast. Especially since I just crawled out of the cold, rotten water.

Mu Yang gently patted the lamb's head with one hand as a sign of comfort, and with the other hand began to adjust the angle of the bone tip to control the direction of the raft.

The flow of the blood river has gradually tended to go upwards from the beginning.

How many of the twenty seconds have passed since the raft entered the river?

Mu Yang knew that as time passed, they were getting closer and closer to the heart, which was also the second nightmare.

Success or failure is just beginning.