The autumn wind is bleak, and the withered leaves that have been forcibly wrapped in it from nowhere are scratching this already devastated land over and over again, compared to their reluctance, those who try their best to pick up the dead wood and gravel on the ground seem a little ridiculous and sad, they seem to be making a meaningless resistance, this kind of small perseverance, I am afraid that no one can be moved except themselves.

The world really seems to have come to an end, at least Feng Che is deeply aware of it at the moment, under the rule of gray and black tones, everything he sees along the way seems so decadent and fragile, the click of stepping on dead branches under his feet, and the salsa sound of a few birds passing by, in addition to lifelessness in his ears, there are only two feelings left for the end of the road.

His steps were heavy, and he carried the equally heavy blood-cutting knife behind him, and in his hand was the small dagger that Xiying had 'gifted' him before—so heavy that Feng Che couldn't even feel like he could hold it.

He didn't die as he wished, it stands to reason that he was stabbed into the heart by this dagger, even if Xiying didn't have any other actions to fall into the well, even if his Feng Che's current physique is many times more than that of ordinary people, but with this kind of injury, Feng Che should have lost his life.

If this is the case, Feng Che's side can end up in a painful but happy end.

It's a pity that most of the wounds have healed at this time, and he still hasn't been able to get rid of it in the end. It's a strange thing, but Feng Che doesn't want to dig into it, because there is no meaning, and even if he really figures it out, there will be no follow-up.

Just like what he said, before leaving the base this time, he had already guessed that the organization would find an opportunity to kill him, and on the way to this mission, he was indeed silently guarding against the other team members, even in the small room of the research institute, under the urgency of resisting the snake tide, if Qu Nuo, who was behind Feng Che, killed him, Feng Che still had the ability to make some reactions that would not be killed instantly.

It's just that he can guard against other people, but he doesn't have any vigilance against Xiying and Feng Che.

It's not that he can't, it's that he doesn't allow it, as far as he is concerned, Feng Che doesn't allow himself to make any form of defense against Xiying at all!

Even if Xiying was really the last dagger to nail him to death, Feng Che would not make a move, even if the facts were settled now, but if he had to do it all over again, he would still make the same choice.

This level of 'not allowed' is ridiculous and pitiful, but it is Feng Che's last insistence on himself, he doesn't dare to imagine what a self who has completely lost his last bit of concern will become, even if Feng Che already hates himself very much, but in the end, he still can't help but fight for himself so little principle.

Feng Che woke up and set out on the trip, his steps staggering slightly, his body trembling slightly. He didn't quite know what happened after he fell unconscious, but he thought that since his 'corpse' could be kept intact in that woods clearing, the other team members would not end up in the belly of a snake in the presence of Su Chen.

Even, Feng Che was worried for a moment that Su Chen would make any drastic moves because Xiying suddenly attacked him, but he quickly dispelled this ridiculous idea - to avenge him Feng Che with Su Chen's character and his relationship with himself? Which round does he have the qualifications to worry about others?

The man who had already torn off the tattered uniform on his body was indeed too badly injured, with countless wounds of all sizes all over his body, even if most of the wounds had scabbed at this time, it was also a rather oozing scene. Thanks to his strong physique, if this kind of skin and flesh blooming situation falls on ordinary people, even if he can bear this pain, he will never be able to bear the weakness caused by the massive blood loss, let alone be able to stand and walk like Feng Che at this time.

Physical strength is overdrawn, his superpowers are dried up, his body is bruised, and Feng Che has obviously reached the point where he has run out of oil, but he still has to move forward for some reason, he is definitely in the weakest situation in his life, as if he does not have a little sense of crisis that he used to maintain at all times, at this moment when a random high-level monster can kill him, Feng Che seems to be so fearless, not knowing whether to live or die.

If it weren't for the small but deep wound on his chest, Feng Che should have found a relatively safe place to recover.

Contradictory, in fact, this is not the case, to use an analogy, it seems that if Feng Che hadn't lived to this day, he would have been an ordinary person who had disappeared into the dust of history.

Feng Che didn't live for himself before.

Feng Che never felt that being alive was necessarily a good thing.

The footsteps are vague but firm, and the direction that Feng Che is heading is the city of B, which has many painful memories, and now, it should be called a monster paradise.

The sunset at this time always comes and goes quickly, and the sunset above the head is crimson, which makes people feel greasy, and before they have time to show off their power in front of Feng Che's eyes, they were quickly expelled by the starry sky, and when they ended in embarrassment, they did not forget to pull the shadow behind Feng Che that had spread far away and quickly withdrew.

In this way, with less shadows and one more galaxy above his head, Feng Che seems to be less lonely.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Feng Che slowly stopped, looked up and looked straight at the sky in the distance, the moon was like a waterfall, the mighty poured down, reflecting the vast earth a miserable white, Feng Che stood here, inexplicably there was a feeling of dizziness that he had not felt for a long time, as if he was standing in the center of the world at this time, the sky was tilted, the land was rolling, and he was the only one who did not have the slightest deviation.

This feeling came and went in a hurry, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, but even this was just a flick of the fingers, which was enough to make Feng Che have such a tangible feeling, and it was deeply imprinted in his heart from then on.

Just now, he felt the vastness of heaven and earth, the vastness of the earthly world, the cold starlight dodging of the moonlight, and the hasty smoke and dust of the evening breeze.

Deeply, hard, that is the realization he gained alone.

He didn't stay there for long, Feng Che took another step, a road to the distance, and he had just set off.

Feng Che tightened the strap that fixed the bloody straps behind him and pulled the collar.

After walking straight ahead for a long time, he raised his arm again and wiped his face.