At dawn, Miao Pu woke up from his meditation. He had a good night, no fighting, no harassment, and the strange bedding was thin but very warm, and in any case he had a good rest.

On the other hand, Wang Liang stayed up all night, most of which was staring at the door of the factory. Now he stared at his bloodshot eyes, and stood up with difficulty, his hair dizzy, his eyes black, and his steps were a little vague, as if it was a little difficult to support his body.

After shaking his body a few times, he held on. He exhorted himself with "the heavens will descend on the people and ......", telling himself that suffering is temporary, and he needs this suffering to sharpen himself to obtain a greater breakthrough, so that the ancestral genes in his body can be completely awakened, and he will complete the complete fusion with the strong beast genes given by the mysterious man, and become a real war hero.

Wang Liang in self-hypnosis "If you don't have tough nerves, how can you bear the pain of atavistic changes?" I should be strong and tenacious, and I will become a human being......" It is useful to cheer himself up, but he knows that it is not enough for Lu Dao to have this consciousness, and he knows very well that after this series of ups and downs, his advantages have been gone.

War? Or run away?

In fact, the answer has been revealed since he did not choose to escape alone with Lao Scar and others, and later confronting Miao Pu was just like a beast forced into a corner to defend himself, and his narcissism and blind optimism gave him the illusion of victory. Now, when this courage to die has also been exhausted, fleeing is his only option.

Feeling retreated, self-pity and hard work all night in vain, hating Miao Pu's insidious and treacherous deeds, and at the same time full of worries about whether he could open up a way to escape in time...... With mixed feelings, Wang Liang walked towards the depths of the thorny jungle.

Miao Pu's mentality is far less delicate and complex than Wang Liang's. With a pre-harvest throbbing, he pushed open the door of the factory again.

The morning sun shone through the cracks in the vines, and although it could not completely penetrate the frost and mist, it set off the vitality of the thorny jungle, which was full of beauty.

Miao Pu likes nature and the kind of scenery that shows the law in arbitrariness. Miao Pu, who likes nature, feels comfortable in this thorny jungle, while Wang Liang is facing another ordeal. The flourishing branches and leaves blocked his vision, and the deadly thorns could take his life at any time, and with Wang Liangzhi's ability, he couldn't tell which ones were gold-eating vines and which were vampire vines, so he walked extremely hard.

More than three hours later, the two people with different moods met unexpectedly. Miao Pu is tracing his roots, and Wang Liang doesn't see it that way, he calls it unrelenting and taking advantage of his illness to die!

The angry Wang Liang roared in his heart: "Nima! You just want to stare at Lao Tzu and not let your master live, right? Ye is really not alive! But don't think about it! Wang Liang was completely devastated, he found Miao Pu and pounced like a madman, and in a short time he approached the range of 20 meters, at which time the two sides could already see each other's incomplete bodies through the vines.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Wang Liang shot again and again without hesitation, the power of the 88-style bullet was strong enough, and if he really wanted to be hit by Miao Pu, he would be hanging, and Miao Pu was very embarrassed to hide for a while. "Bastard, die to Lao Tzu! Die! Dead ......" Wang Liang roared with fierce anger, and the shooting never stopped from the beginning.

Although Miao Pu's reflex nerve is also extremely fast, and he is extremely adapted to the environment and terrain here, it is still dangerous to dodge bullets at such a close distance, and several of them have brought him a lot of damage, and the strong kinetic energy brought by the bullets that whizz past the flesh and skin, through the intense burning pain of the flesh, he clearly felt how powerful these bullets were.

After a magazine was finished, the two sides had been stretched nearly 50 meters away, and this was still under the premise that Wang Liang was constantly approaching. If Wang Liang was calm enough, he would realize that Miao Pu's performance was enough to show that he was far from being as difficult as he thought before in this thorny jungle. It's a pity that he is in a very unstable mood now, and he can't notice this detail at all, so he changes the magazine and continues to shoot while approaching. By the time Wang Liang's second magazine was empty, Miao Pu had already retreated to the factory.

"Come out! You son of a bitch! Wang Liang shouted and scolded, accompanied by bursts of gunfire, there were a lot of holes in the door of the factory, "If you have the ability to put an order with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you!" "Scolding and firing a shot, Wang Liang at this time was strong and arrogant.

At this moment, Miao Pu was sitting silently in a hidden place in the factory, in front of him was a cement pier of equipment, more than half a person tall enough to cover his figure, and the green mangs in his hands were rippling, and a shield woven by thorns had basically taken shape through the interaction of blooming and nourishment. Facing Wang Liang, who was already emotionally uncontrollable and hysterical, Miao Pu was waiting for an opportunity to hunt.

After scolding for half an hour, Wang Liang was tired of scolding and couldn't move, the excitement had passed, and the 88-style bullets were finished. This state is like the emptiness and loneliness after masturbating, Wang Liang felt terrible at this time, and even took off Kevlar with a casual 88-style throw, and continued to take it off, only the underwear was left, and then he felt that the depression and restraint that tortured him were reduced a little. This may be a manifestation of extreme mental exhaustion, a rebound of continuous overdraft, not only the discouragement of consciousness and the sluggishness of sensory responses, but also the loss of mental sharpness.

Tremblingly, he put the muzzle of the pistol in his mouth, and after shaking for a long time, Wang Liang finally failed to muster the courage to end himself. Raising his head to the sky, he roared hoarsely for a long time, and suddenly fell to the ground, crying in the direction of the factory: "Please, let me live......"

As soon as the door of the factory opened, Miao Pu walked out of it, carrying a thorny shield in his left hand and his spear in his right hand, and walked out with his bare feet. Facing Wang Liang, who was crying there, he didn't know what to do. But just when Miao Pu was close to about 5 meters, Wang Liang raised his head violently, and the expression in his eyes was clearly saying: "Second force, you have been fooled!" You're dead this time! ”

"Ho!" Wang Liang let out a roar similar to exhalation, and when Miao Pu heard it, he was already under attack, sonic attack! Ultrasonic Attack!

Miao Pu felt as if a hurricane from the depths of the ocean had suddenly appeared, and the entire space was twisting and shaking, forming a visible cone-shaped diffusion fluctuation with Wang Liang's mouth as the source point. Dying struggles have become a habit, with the front leg arched, the hind leg kicked, the thorny shield in front of him, and a spear stuck deep in the dirt, trying to resist the continuous attack of the sound waves. The multiple sonic combined attacks were like a hurricane, blowing Miao Pu up in an instant, holding the spear and big shield in his hand, and after a few seconds, Miao Pu's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears had blood gushing out, Miao Pu felt that his whole body was beginning to be paralyzed, and his heart was beating strangely, and the tremor seemed to be shattered in the next second.