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But it doesn't matter, he is already a prisoner, and the amount of bonus has nothing to do with him.

Four days have passed since he was attacked, and Wang Yao has been in a coma for four days. Subscriptions and viewing have plummeted like an avalanche, and I think it will continue to come.

The weather became even more grotesque. Ghost crowds? It is thought to be a unique phenomenon of the landform near the bottomless abyss.

"How many subscription bonuses are assholes." The black mask leaned in to look at it, though it couldn't see anything.

“650。” Wang Yao said truthfully, there is no need to hide.

"Not bad." Black Mask straightened up. "I can change something."

"Change?" Wang Yao pinched his neck bone lightly: "I thought it was forcibly taken away." ”

"Old Pimona has some small things that can be exchanged, you know the price." Black Mask picked up the flattened tin can and shook it, and one of the round grains rolled out. The black mask was full of flesh pain and threw away the tin can: "Of course, it's actually similar to robbing." This small can of beans costs 100 prizes. ”

Seeing that Wang Yao had been touching his neck, it asked, "Do you want to rub it off?" ”

"Just curious." Wang Yao replied.

"It's such a bastard civilization that you can't see your own neck."

Wang Yao asked rhetorically: "Can you?" ”

Black Mask didn't answer, but ostentatiously reached out and removed his pitch-black mask, flipped it over to the front and took a picture.

It smiled at Wang Yao, who was obviously stunned: "If you take it down for the time being, you can't die." ”

Behind the mask is a human-like face. The eyes are light red, the bridge of the nose is straight, the complexion is dark, and the cumbersome fiery red lines are printed on the face. The appearance is a bit feminine. But since it's another race, looking like doesn't mean it is.

"Won't the bastard take a look." Black Mask handed the mask to Wang Yao.

"It's easy to give a life-support device to a stranger you don't know." Wang Yao took it and looked at the inside of the mask, which was completely transparent from the inside, like glass, and did not affect the field of vision. From time to time, a stream of data flashed inside the mask. Obviously, in addition to life support, there are also auxiliary combat functions.

"Bastard, you're like them, good guys."

Black Mask's reply was unexpected.

Wang Yao was slightly stunned, handed the mask back, and said calmly: "Either your judgment has deceived you, or they have deceived you." ”

"It's a mouthful, it's not like you gave me back the bastard."

Wang Yao replied truthfully: "It's just not necessary." ”

Black Mask took it and buckled it up.

Snort-

The mask slowly closes, and condensation ejects from the pores on both sides of the mask.

"Can you get up?" Black Mask asked Wang Yao.

Wang Yao stood up slowly against the wall, and suddenly it was dark in front of him, full of buzzing sounds.

He stumbled on his feet, and it took a long time for him to recover.

The body is weak at this time, but not dizzy.

He tried to throw a punch, and his arm was heavy. The body is like wearing heavy armor, and it no longer has the feeling of being as light as a swallow before.

Because I want to hide Xiao Wu, I can't ask. Wang Yao asked Black Mask, hoping that the proton could translate the gravity multiple.

"What's the gravity here?"

"It's bottomless...... Ahem, at the edge of the crater, the gravity is about the same as my hometown, higher than outside. About thirty times the gravity. ”

Black Mask seems to be very taboo about the word bottomless abyss.

Wang Yao got up and barely walked a few steps, allowing his body to gradually regain its gravity.

Thirty times ...... In other words, Wang Yao's weight was ...... at this time 9 tons.

The brute caught him here, and he was treated in some way, but now he is only a little weak.

"I'll take you to old Pimo. Knowing that a new pig is coming, I guess I'm overjoyed. Black Mask tore the door open and walked out first: "Be careful not to be fooled, he can pit the prize money as neatly as the guy did it." ”

Wang Yao followed behind and walked out of the hut.

It was dark.

It's not time.

The sky was oppressively dim. It was as if there was a sandstorm blowing high in the air thousands of meters above the ground. The light emitted by a star is only a brighter radiant in the region.

The factory sits on the edge of a vast bottomless abyss. As inconspicuous as an ant at a person's feet.

In the distance, the rumbling sound of processing can be heard in the distance, and the chimney that stands 100 meters high emits scarlet smoke. A few rose, scattered in the haze of the sky.

It's a residential area, with scaffolding leaning against the walls and being in tatters. The walls look like masonry. It is illegible, like a street graffiti pattern.

But it looks more like blood that has accidentally crept up.

The buildings were only three or four storeys high, and most of them were bombarded by artillery fire, and the top floors were reduced to rubble, with only an empty wall or a rotten abandoned house with only half a room left.

The rooms that had been blown open were still inhabited, and huddled figures on the beds could be seen in the distance. He was wearing the same iron jacket as the butcher.

Black Mask says that pigs and laborers can only live at the bottom. It's all butchers living on it.

A little further up, about 100 meters high, you can see a continuous field of vision, covered with rusty iron mesh, like a canopy shrouding this entire area.

It's more like a cage that covers the area.

The dusk light passed through the iron mesh, dyed with rust, and when it reached the lowest level, it was already dusky and red.

Full of restless colors.

Wang Yao is located in a dilapidated square the size of a basketball court in the residential area. Surrounded by abandoned buildings on all sides, there is only one narrow road.

Garbage debris metal brackets are placed at will. A few pieces of garbage are piled up in the corners. Several creatures lay on their stomachs resting in it, almost mixed with the garbage.

"Nits...... Nit ......"

I don't know if it's because I can't recognize it or I'm too lazy to translate, and Proton doesn't respond.

Several humanoid creatures walked aimlessly, moaning unrecognizably like the walking dead.

Wang Yao didn't underestimate anyone or anything here. Since there is thirty times the gravity here. It will not be ordinary things that can survive here, and what will exist here.

The air was dull, with the occasional breeze whistling the smell of metal and blood.

In this area, depression and restlessness are about to emerge.

"What does it feel like?" You can feel the interested gaze behind the dark mask.

Wang Yaowei raised his head and saw a three-story scaffolding, and a humanoid figure was wiping his neck from afar.

He sniffed and said, "The smell of chaos." ”

"Literature and Art."

"What's that wire net for, to keep us from escaping?" Wang Yao looked at the iron network road 100 meters above the ground.

"That?" The black mask looked up: "It's not to trap us, but to protect us." ”

"Protection?" Wang Yao expected a crisis.

"You'll find out in a little bitch."

Black Mask said mysteriously.

Wang Yao stopped, stood in the middle of the square, and looked up at the iron net.

The black mask was about to urge Wang Yao to hurry up, when he suddenly saw his gaze staring, staring at the southeast corner of the sky.

On the barbed wire fence that shrouded the sky, a group of creatures with strange movements crawled quickly along the barbed wire.

"What's that?"

"Today's weather."