The sky was overcast, and the darkness had faded, but the sun did not fall, for the sky was still obscured by a thick layer of lead-gray clouds.

At this time, the temperature has warmed up a little bit from the coldest part of the day.

Linjiang City, there are many high-rise buildings, but there is an indescribable desolation, like a thatched house that is shaky and dilapidated in the wind and rain, dead and silent. The cold morning breeze blew, swirling, and crumpled newspapers rolled up the street, rattling and cracking on the lamp poles.

The gentle whimpering sound echoed in every corner of the city, like a parade of countless ghosts.

The city, is gray, the city, is dead.

Except for the sound of the wind, the city was silent, and the hustle and bustle and carnage of yesterday seemed to be far away today, so distant and illusory.

In the hotel, there was a sound of footsteps, and two figures walked down the stairs one after the other, it was Tang Fan and Wang Meng.

Looking at their appearance, they were full of energy, their eyes were bright, and they were not half tired, and they obviously looked like they had recuperated after resting.

Tang Fan and Wang Meng, from their bodies to their feet, were all new, because the ones they were wearing before were either torn or stained with viscous plasma, and they had already thrown them away last night and changed into the clothes they found in the hotel.

Behind them, they all carried a small black backpack, which was also found in the hotel, and contained some food and mineral water.

Although Wang Meng became a magic warrior, he didn't have such a magical thing as storage space, so he had to bring food, and although Tang Fan had storage space, he didn't want to expose it more, so he brought some food to carry on his back in case of emergency.

Wang Meng knew that Tang Fan had magical skills, and he could store things like magic, but he was shocked and puzzled before, after becoming a magic warrior, Wang Meng took it for granted that it was one of Tang Fan's talents, just like he was particularly strong.

The scimitar hung on his waist, and Tang Fan's steps were light, completely different from Wang Meng's obvious sound every time he took a step. After the level is upgraded to level 3, the storage space is also expanded to 3 cubic meters, which was not full at 2 cubic meters before, and is now larger.

So Tang Fan searched the hotel, stuffed the food, water, tobacco and alcohol into it, and put two sets of clothes or something along the way, so to speak, for a period of time in the future, Tang Fan didn't have to worry about food at all.

In the corridor on the second floor, all the blood had already coagulated, turning into a whole dark red piece and sticking to the floor, and it still emitted a faint fishy smell, and the piles of corpses were still there.

When they walked to the first floor, Tang Fan and Wang Meng were stunned and a little stunned when they saw the scene in the front hall.

The corpses of the elite Sinking Demons, which were originally a pile of rotten meat, disappeared completely, and the corpses of the two ordinary Sinking Demons turned into two white skeletons, and the bones were also covered with fine bite marks.

After taking a few closer looks, Tang Fan and Wang Meng thought of the sharp teeth of the demonized fierce rat again, and they understood that the meat of this sinking demon was eaten by the demonized fierce rat, and the food was still very clean.

Walking outside the hotel, there are also five bones that have been gnawed clean, and judging by their size, they should also be Sinking Demons.

Tang Fan suddenly realized, only then did he remember that the other five Sinking Demons yesterday should have been killed by those demonized fierce rats, but they didn't know that they were killed by the skeleton warriors, and their corpses were eaten by demonized fierce rats.

Standing outside the hotel, the atmosphere is completely different, and the desolate atmosphere spreads and goes straight to the heart.

Standing here, Tang Fan and Wang Meng, it is hard to imagine that the day before yesterday, you can still see human beings walking around, and you can also feel the vitality and prosperity of the city.

It's just a day later, everything has changed, as if it has been a night for thousands of years, and then looking back has become empty, this sadness makes people sigh.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Tang Fan recovered and quickly walked along the street to the front, continuing the unfinished road yesterday, while Wang Meng followed closely.

The fate of human beings is so wonderful.

Yesterday, there were dozens of people in unison, but after only one night, everything changed, they all died, and only the last two remained.

Wang Meng's tiger eyes were full of brilliance, and he carefully swept around the left and right in front of him, yesterday, he had to do his best to deal with a demon, but now he is completely different.

The body is full of a feeling of strength, Wang Meng can clearly feel that there is a faint air flow in the muscles, which is slowly flowing, although it is weak, but with a kind of tenacious tension, Wang Meng has a feeling that if he can completely control this air flow and do whatever he wants, then his strength will definitely reach some incredible level.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a clue how to control this air current, even if he has been groping for half a night, he doesn't know what to do at all.

Zeng asked Tang Fan with hope, but Tang Fan didn't know that Wang Meng now hoped to meet people like himself, communicate well, and see if he could find any way.

With different thoughts, both sides quickly moved along the edge of the street, heading north.

Because the sky has always been obscured by dark clouds as thick as lead, and these dark clouds are always immovable, it is difficult to feel the passage of time, as if living in a fixed world, immutable.

"This is ......" walked and suddenly saw a head.

The skull was uneven, and at a glance it could be seen that it had been bitten off by something with its teeth, and the expression of the skull was hysterical fear, incomparably distorted, and it was obvious that it had gone through great inhuman pain before death.

These are not the main things, what made Tang Fan and Wang Meng silent was that this head was Wu Lida's head.

It seems that after being thrown on the street by the skeleton warriors, Wu Lida was discovered by the mutant creature without leaving far, and then his neck was bitten off, and it is estimated that his body has been eaten.

With a slight sigh, Tang Fan restrained his thoughts.

Maybe it's ten minutes, maybe it's two or three hours, Tang Fan doesn't know, how long has they been out, there are many white skeletons along the way, but it's weird, they haven't encountered any mutated creatures or demons, everything is so quiet, quiet and silent, it makes people panic.

Turning another street, suddenly, a piercing roar pierced the sky from a distance......

(The starting point does not fall, and the ticket is not only collected)