It's been a week since they returned to the gathering camp, and Mu Qingyang and his team still haven't gone out again. It wasn't because he was lazy, but because he was too busy, almost from the moment he opened his eyes, Mu Qingyang had to cooperate with Li Moliu to command the relocation of the camp to the valley hot spring resort. The population has now increased to tens of thousands, and even the military, who originally made up the majority, even with the addition of search squads, reservists, and military police, feel that manpower is tight. Whether it is the maintenance of order or the surrounding vigilance, as well as infrastructure construction and production are under the control of military management, with the current situation, there is no need for so-called human rights and humanitarianism, just struggling to survive is enough to make a few bigwigs sad.

After a busy week or so, the great migration finally came to an end, and Mu Qingyang also got a moment of leisure, standing alone at the head of the creek bridge and enjoying his personal time.

As far as the eye can see, there is a babbling stream, and the stream is also like chicken intestines. I don't know when, the color of the turquoise stream began to lighten, from thick to light, from mixed to clear, gradually becoming transparent, from mixed water to clear stream. This scene should have been extremely joyful.

But in this short period of time, Mu Qingyang only felt cold in his eyes, and the next moment, with a bang, the entire stream burst into flames, and the flames spread out from where Mu Qingyang's eyes could see, and in a moment they were covered with streams!

Mu Qingyang took a step back in horror, only to feel that the heat wave was rushing towards his face, accompanied by a strange, vicious, and sulfurous smell that made people want to vomit. It's like pouring oil into a stream, and then lighting it, burning violently, forming a burning river!

The flames rose, and the demonstral scurrying up nearly a few meters high, the flame snakes twisted like a snake, and transformed into various patterns in the air, carrying information that Mu Qingyang couldn't understand. Immediately afterwards, the flames turned from orange to blue, becoming more and more eerie. Through the heavy blue flames, Mu Qingyang found that he could still see the man on the opposite bridge.

Uncontrollable, Mu Qingyang looked down again.

The scene on the surface of the stream has changed, and many images have faintly appeared in the stream at this time, and it is becoming clearer and clearer.

After only a few glances, Mu Qingyang realized that what he saw was not a reflection in the water, but an image that appeared in the depths of the water. And soon, various images appeared in the water one after another, forming a complete scene.

Mu Qingyang stood on the bridge and looked down, and an illusion was born in his heart. It's like standing on the top of a tall building and looking down.

Beneath his feet were the burning ruins of the building, which were already so mutilated that the structure of the broken eaves burned in the flames, constantly falling apart and falling, stirring up fire and dust, accompanied by thick black smoke that soared into the sky. Large and small holes are spewing fire outside, and the steel bars exposed at the section are burned red, like torture instruments stuck in the wall. In such a case, there should be no living people. But when Mu Qingyang lowered his head and looked down, he found that through the ruins of the building, when his gaze reached the bottom of the unknown depth, there were still people underneath! And there's more than one!

As Mu Qingyang's line of sight expanded, there were more and more people, more and more. In the end, through the layers of flames, Mu Qingyang saw hundreds of millions of people! They were all gathered underneath, the size of ants, wriggling like ants living in a fire. Eyes pulled closer again, and Mu Qingyang noticed that they were moving with a very strange movement. Walking sideways, walking backwards, these are not weird enough. The really weird ones are those who run on all fours like wild beasts, or those who land on their stomachs and wriggle like a snake on the ground in waves.

The feeling of nervousness expanded more and more in his heart, and Mu Qingyang didn't dare to look at it anymore, but he was controlled by an inexplicable force, and he couldn't stop looking.

These eccentric people are all moving in the same direction. Mu Qingyang followed the trend of their movement and looked over - at the bottom of the building, deep underground, there was a hill of light and convex eyes, red eyes, protruding abruptly from the ground, forming an existence that could not be ignored.

On the hill, there stood a man.

Covered in armor, strange black and red lines are tattooed all over the back and shoulders. A fiery bloody shadow on his lower body hung down from his waist and fell to his knees.

Mu Qingyang couldn't see his face, only saw his messy black hair hanging down from behind, reaching his waist. A pair of eyes shimmering behind the messy hair, these are not human eyes, human eyes will never be like this, they are round, with a blood-red cat's eye pupil in the middle. At the same time, Mu Qingyang noticed that they were active, and they were turning around and looking around, with an indescribable evil meaning, which reminded Mu Qingyang of the cat that always squatted on the wall and made a terrible cry when he returned at night.

They are also like this, in the depths of the underlying darkness, looking strangely at the passers-by, and the only glowing pupils are shining with an unknown light.

Then, Mu Qingyang noticed that this person was holding a shield in his left hand and a huge long sword in his right. It was cast in one piece, and when held in a man's hand, it was about four feet long, and it seemed to attract all the light. At the end of the tip is a sharp blade, surrounded by an eerie red glow like thunder and lightning.

Just when Mu Qingyang's whole spirit was attracted by this sword, the man suddenly moved, bent over, bent his knees, squatted, and suddenly catapulted!

Huo jumped up, and two huge black wings suddenly unfolded behind him, and his entire body flew high into the air in a single shock. Soaring to a certain height, the man hovered there, looking up from below, like a strange falcon soaring in flames!

The next moment, he raised his sword in the air and shouted. At the first shout, as soon as the sword light lit up, a vast black mist shrouded it, forming an endless shadow canopy. Screaming again, the tip of the sword began to glow with thunder, making a thrilling crackling sound, spraying into the black mist.

Soon, the black fog came down like a thick cloud, and the lightning flickered in between, like the darkest hour before a storm. The third time he called, the thunder and black mist shot out from the tip of the sword, and the man hung in the air, with an unrivaled momentum like a king. It's just that this momentum is too evil, too ruthless, too brutal, more evil than evil, more ruthless than evil, more brutal than brutal. Just like a black hole in the universe that is on a par with the stars, the former brings vitality, and the living bring the most complete destruction, and not even a ray of light can escape!

Mu Qingyang looked at it, only to feel that his hands and feet were cold, and the endless evil and cold were pervasive, but he couldn't escape, and he could only endure the endless darkness in the depths of the earth where the sun could not shine.

It is impossible not to look at him, even though I know that this is the purest evil, but I still can't help but look at him.

The man in the air was facing away from Mu Qingyang, and his eyes on his waist were wandering aimlessly. But just when Mu Qingyang made this little sound, those eyes stopped abruptly and looked at Mu Qingyang fixedly. Mu Qingyang was stared at by it, only to feel that his whole body was like falling ice, and he shivered uncontrollably. At the same time, the man in the air made a jaw-dropping turn one hundred and eighty degrees. The next moment, looking at Mu Qingyang's eyes, it was no longer the strange eyes on his waist, but a pair of even more strange eyes. Ordinary people's eyes may have different eye colors, but they all have eye masks, but these ones don't. The whole eye is pitch black, and I don't know if it's all filled with pupils or eye masks!

At first glance, it is a deep hole in the shape of two eyes!

What's even more frightening is that every time the eyes shake slightly, not only does it exude a deep light, but there is also a kind of floating black mist that draws an irregular trajectory in the air, like ink dripping into clear water, spreading black filth.

None of these are the scariest.

The most terrifying thing is that that face is exactly the same as Mu Qingyang's most fearful guess, and it really looks exactly like himself!

Who can mistake their own face?

The correct answer is, exclude all abnormal factors, absolutely not!

That person was born with his own face!

Mu Qingyang finally screamed uncontrollably.

The man smiled suddenly, revealing a mouth full of staggered teeth, each of which had the shape of a human tooth, reminiscent of a shark's tooth. They are even sharper and more irregularly arranged than sharks, even on the tongue and palate.

Mu Qingyang took another step back, not only because of the exact same face, but also because of his quiet eyes.

Because of this staring, he can't help but think of the yellow bird he used to raise. Mu Qingyang was once extremely bored by its irritability. Finally one day, a flower cat next door found it, and then it was a cold condensation for half a month. The cat didn't do anything, just quietly lying on the balcony every day, looking at the yellow bird intently, licking its paws or chin intermittently.

This lasted for half a month, and Mu Qingyang got up one morning and found that the yellow bird was broken and fell into the birdcage, and the entire balcony and birdcage were bloodstained. The bird feathers in the cage and the broken corpses of the eight songs are all there, but the internal organs are missing. Now, Mu Qingyang felt that he was the yellow bird that was stared at.

Flying in the sky, it is something ten thousand times more terrifying than the cat next door.

It's not that I don't want to escape, but I can't even have the strength to escape. At this moment, the man in the sky hissed out loudly.

The first time, Mu Qingyang didn't hear it clearly, because the sound was too loud, like a nuclear storm, and a roaring giant reverberated between heaven and earth, shaking his ears as if he was deaf. The second time, Mu Qingyang heard it clearly. Although it is a very inexplicable reason, as a monster, Mu Qingyang sometimes has to hear a little better than others. So Mu Qingyang heard it clearly this time, he was shouting six ways.

Then Mu Qingyang was very sure that he was calling a person's name, because this person was screaming, and he called it over and over again no less than a hundred times in a short period of time!

The only thing that can't be said for sure is that he called himself?

Call yourself?

Or a third party?

didn't have time to think about it, just when Mu Qingyang was eager to escape invisibly, a light shone down through the thick black fog and thunder light, and it was shining on the man's face.

It's like the snow melts in the sun, and the parts that are exposed to the sun begin to deform and melt. The man hissed and covered his face. Through the gap between the fingers, a bloody soup of flesh and blood flowed in. He covered half of his face with one hand, and tried to block out the light projected from the endless distance in the sky with the other, still shouting six ways in his mouth. Mu Qingyang was stunned, and suddenly shouted: "It's not me!" ”

The shout exits, and the picture turns!

Everything came and went without a trace, and the next moment, Mu Qingyang found himself standing on the bridge, looking down at Moxi. Bridges are still bridges, and streams are still streams. The water was still flowing under the bridge, and the strange man in the reflection was still looking at him.

Mu Qingyang looked at him with a cold sweat on his face, but saw him smile lightly at himself. Mu Qingyang is like a lightning strike! When the man's face was finally clear, it was horrifying to find that half of his remaining face really looked like his own.

The man smiled, smiled again, Mu Qingyang saw that his hands and feet trembled, he never knew that he could laugh so viciously with his own face, so evil, exuding a quiet hideousness.

Mu Qingyang shouted. The man quickly vanished, and all the colors and sounds around him returned.

Mu Qingyang stood by the bridge as if he had asthma, panting violently, sweating as if he had just been fished out of the water, and a feeling of weakness and weakness pressed on him......

At this moment, Cheng Ran and Lao Ba were conducting a normal inspection of the new base, and they arrived at a six-story building at the back of the hot spring resort. This is a secluded place, and if you continue to climb the stairs in the main building, you will see that the building is full of strange pictures, all kinds of monster-like creatures, and similar patterns begin to slowly increase, connecting them together, it can be seen that they are telling their evolution and action, and the pictures almost form a complete story. They are expressing. A lot of things, but it's a pity that they meet two ignorant and fearless people, and their understanding of these things only stops at the level of ordinary graffiti.

The two walked up cautiously and slowly, and Cheng Ran suddenly said, "What smells so bad?" ”

"Huh?"

Lao Ba was stunned, his nose was far less sensitive than Cheng Ran.

Cheng Ran moved the light of the flashlight on the ground to see if there was any death or something. In a situation where zombies are often seen, it is not surprising that leftover corpses are present here to rot and stink. He just wanted to find it and kick it downstairs.

After looking for a long time, I didn't find it, but Lao Ba's face was itchy, and some small insects buzzed and flew to his face.

"Smack!" Lao Ba slapped himself in the face, shone a flashlight on the palm of his hand, and found that it was a huge green-headed fly.

"Hey! Look what I captured. Lao Ba laughed.

Cheng Ran stretched out his head to look at it, and said strangely: "There will be flies here, too?" ”

Lao Ba was also a little dazed, which really didn't seem to be a regular phenomenon. However, he didn't pay much attention to it, there were already many flies in this warm and humid environment, and maybe it was not strange that there were so many industrious ones. But the further up we went, the more flies grew, and the stench of decay became stronger, as if a huge corpse was hiding somewhere upstairs to rot and rot, eventually attracting the infamous little insects.

When they reached the top floor, they suddenly heard a slow tune, and as they went deeper they heard it more clearly. It is a mixed tune, with a low, rich and imposing organ-like sound, and a soft male and female voice mixed together to a vague hum, and the thick and broad and glorious sound should give people a sense of serenity and serenity.

But in this darkness, the chaos of green-headed flies flew incessantly, and an unknown stench permeated the empty building, and when such a sound came from the flickering candlelight of the doorway upstairs, it only made people feel creepy!

Instinctively, both of them looked at each other, and cold sweat secreted from their palms, just like the cold air blowing from the ice cellar in the scorching summer heat hit their backs, causing a burst of chill.

"Evil Gate!" Cheng Ran said in a low voice.

Lao Ba also felt abnormal, especially the cold that was like Mangla on his back, which made his wine wake up halfway.

Cheng Ran extinguished the flashlight and whispered unsteadily: "Do we still want to go up and have a look?" ”

Lao Ba hesitated for a moment, feeling that the retreat didn't seem to be done by a man, so he stubbornly said, "I...... Go and see, are you coming? In the end, the questioning was clearly underspoken.

Cheng Ran swallowed with difficulty, and finally nodded.

Both of them turned off the flashlight and felt their way to the hole where the flickering candlelight came from. In the uncertain candlelight, the doorway sometimes seems clear, sometimes blurry, and the flickering candlelight suddenly shines into a flare, and then degenerates into a shadow, making it like a toothless mouth - almost all old people have such a mouth, it represents the fading of life and the final destruction from which no one can escape, a complete bad omen.

When the two of them came to the door, they felt that the stench they had been smelling suddenly became stronger, as if they were substance, and hit them hard! Cheng Ran's stomach began to churn, and he hurriedly blocked his mouth with his fist. It stinked more than anything he had ever smelled, a thousand times worse than the stinky tofu he hated the most.

Lao Ba jumped in from outside the door, suffocated by the stench for a while, and only after relieving himself did he turn on the flashlight violently, and went straight to the front, shouting loudly: "I am a military policeman!" No...... Don't move! Who's here, out-"

Cheng Ran heard Lao Ba's shouting and was suddenly cut off, he began to gasp, shaking like a swing, and the words behind him all became broken monosyllables of unknown meaning: "Oh! Oh, my God! ”

Immediately, the strong-looking man fell to his knees and vomited the last sound.

The flashlight fell from Lao Ba's hand and shone on something - it was a rather old gramophone with a record on it, and it was spinning, allowing the skipping needle to read the information recorded in the ancient way, and the sound that the two of them had heard all along.

Cheng Ran knew that Lao Ba didn't just see something that shouldn't have appeared, and the gramophone was not scary. People who will vomit immediately at the sight of a gramophone are the ones who are really scary. So he raised his flashlight tremblingly and shone it in the direction that Lao Ba had just shined. (To be continued.) )