The barren blood-colored earth stretched as far as the eye could see, and there was not a single sign of life except for a few dry trees still standing strong in the breeze.

It stands to reason that the land watered with a lot of blood should be more fertile, but there seems to be a special aura in this wasteland, which forcibly suppresses the growth of life.

In Fang Yan's memory, such an extreme environment may not even be comparable to the biochemical world that has been polluted by hell.

For the sake of safety, the dialect opened up the Senluo Domain, but it seems that it was also affected by some factors in this world, and the diameter of the Senluo Domain could not continue to expand outward after expanding to a range of twenty meters.

Fang Yan's brow furrowed slightly, although this range distance had no impact on his safety, it severely limited the domain's ability to detect outside. So Fang Yan tried his spiritual power again, and then unexpectedly found that although the restrictions on spiritual power in this world were not as strong as those in the Senluo realm, they were also weakened to a certain extent.

At a distance of two hundred meters, the effect of mental power detection is quite clear, and if it is farther away, the detection effect will quickly decrease and become very blurry.

In the end, after some tossing, Fang Yan found that it was the blood of the crow from the Harry Potter world, but it became a little extra active in this world.

It seems that in this world, there is something that interests the Raven bloodline very much.

This made the dialect think about it.

The gray sky seems to be the eternal color of this world.

I don't know when it started, but it began to rain lightly on the wasteland.

The cold raindrops are small in size, but they are quite dense and can quickly drench people.

"What a fallen world!" After closing his eyes and feeling carefully for a while, Fang Yan opened his eyes and sighed:

"I didn't think that even the rain that fell from the sky carried a dark, rotten and even bloody atmosphere."

Dialects don't expect much from the world anymore. Although the energy aura of this world seems to be quite active, for normal life, this environment is really not very suitable for survival.

Even if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't felt the breath of the Hell Demon Net in this world, Fang Yan would probably have thought that he had come to which level of hell he had come.

"But this kind of environment is a pretty good breeding ground for the Crow bloodline."

Fang Yan thought thoughtfully.

According to legend, the Raven itself is a mythical creature born from the depths of Hell and is even considered a symbol of Hell in many worlds.

Although the world in front of him is not a real hell plane, it has a great similarity in nature, and it naturally has a great attraction to the bloodline of the Dark Raven, which is also biased towards darkness in nature.

Fang Yan even had a feeling that even if he didn't do anything, as long as he lived in this world for ten or eight years, his own crow bloodline would be further improved.

Of course, if you want to make the Raven bloodline truly advanced, it will not be an easy task.

The more advanced the bloodline, the more difficult it is to ascend.

Even if the crow bloodline of the dialect is not very authentic.

In the silence of the wasteland, there is only the rustling of rain except the howling of the wind.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound of "Gada, Gada", which attracted the attention of the dialect.

"Huh?"

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, relying on its extraordinary visual ability, the dialect successfully captured a discordant "black spot" in the obscuration of the rain curtain.

"That's—"

The appearance of black dots was reflected in the miniature pupils, and Fang Yan seemed to feel a little uncertain, so he couldn't help but reopen the mental power scan, and condensed the spiritual power into a line and stretched out in that direction.

The previous two hundred meters of spiritual power detection distance was only the result of Fang Yan's regular release of spiritual power, if he gave up other directions and condensed his spiritual power into a line to specialize in one point, he would be able to extend the length of this distance to almost more than two thousand meters.

Although on the plain terrain, the human eye is also at the same level, but the clarity is relatively clear, or the results of mental power detection are more accurate.

What's more, there is still a dense rain curtain on the wasteland now.

"It's ...... Corpse? ”

The picture of the spiritual power coming back made Fang Yan slightly stunned, a little surprised but felt reasonable.

If you don't look at other factors, the rickety figure and staggering steps in the picture, if you look at it from a distance, it is easy to mistake people that this is an old man who doesn't know why he is still wandering in the wild in the rainy night.

But when you get closer, you will find that almost a third of the "old man's" bare head has been cut off, and only more than half of the part that has been severely deformed is still hanging above the neck.

The part of the head that was supposed to be the lower jaw is completely lost because it was rotten or bitten by something.

All that was left was the gray-white teeth, constantly rubbing and striking back and forth due to the force generated when walking.

The sound of "Gada, Gada" that I heard in the dialect just now came from here.

If you look closely, the gray-green brain seems to be almost dry, leaving only shallow traces, spilling down the gap under the rain, and flowing down the rugged face into different places.

In those eyes, the left eye had completely turned white, and the pupil could not be seen at all.

The right eye is even more exaggerated, falling out of the socket directly, relying only on the last bit of flesh and blood that has not yet rotted to connect with the nerves.

With a staggering pace, the eyeball hanging on the face sometimes flicked and sometimes fell, like a child's yo-yo hanging on his hand. But anyone who sees this picture will not be happy.

In the hollow eye sockets without eyeballs, it is easy to see the rotting flesh inside, as well as the white fat maggots burrowing in the flesh.

Seeing this, Fang Yan suddenly became a little curious, I don't know if Bei Ye, who claims to be the man standing at the top of the earth's biological chain, can calmly swallow those maggots alive when he sees this kind of picture.

Just thinking about that picture makes people feel numb on the scalp.

cough, to get back to the point, after admiring the extremely "avant-garde" shape of this zombie with the picture from the mental power scan, Fang Yan complained and felt that the picture from the mental power was too clear, and it didn't seem to be a good thing.

After watching this scene, at least today, the dialect has no appetite.

This makes Fang Yan, who has always maintained a normal human diet, feel a little depressed.