"We're just going to run all the way there?"

Lynch ran quickly, one hand pressing the front of the hood and following closely behind the muscular man. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hmm. The muscular man didn't look back: "I can't run for long, I just have to go out of the outer ring, what are you afraid of." ”

The previous meeting with Kenwo was quite pleasant, and now he is still very confused with what Lynch said to him before, such as "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi" and "Don't bully young people into poverty", and there is a tendency to integrate it into his three views.

Lynch expressed his satisfaction and encouraged Kenwood again, and then the two parted at the urging of their respective leaders.

Lynch looked around as he followed the bald man, and soon they ran out of the outer ring of the living area.

Scattered dilapidated houses were scattered around, and in the distance were desolate and dilapidated clearings. Every short stretch of the road is illuminated by a street lamp, and occasionally a few people dressed in the robes of the night watchman gather in groups, silently carrying lanterns, walking slowly, as if on patrol.

"...... here" Lynch wasn't ignorant of the area outside the Outer Ring, at least he knew that there were patches of farmland outside, but he still wondered why there were guards patrolling the no-man's land.

"Here...... It's not far from where the food is produced. The muscular man's voice sounded a little panting, and he responded to Lynch's doubts with some difficulty, and then gradually slowed down under Lynch's surprised gaze until he stopped: "You haven't been here, have you...... You can look around and open your eyes, I ...... I can wait for you. ”

Lynch nodded, taking his eyes off the waste-like muscular man Mike who was heaving violently in his chest, pretending not to see his embarrassment.

"Where are you going...... Look over there. The muscular man helped himself over, slapped Lynch on the shoulder, and by the way, supported Lynch as a scaffold, his other hand carried a lantern, pointed in one direction, and said with some difficulty: "That's where the crops grow, look at the fog there, you see." ”

This pig ...... Lynch quietly stepped forward, getting rid of the hand that was still on his shoulder, while looking in the direction that Mike was pointing.

"Is this a monster?"

Lynch was a little surprised to look at the black mist that was rolling in that direction on a large scale, and it looked like it was very powerful, and he subconsciously summoned a long sword in his hand.

But he then reacted again, if something really happened, the Mike behind him would definitely run faster than him.

"Oh, you look so good with this sword!" Mike's voice came from behind, and he sounded like he was already resting, "Can you show me?"

"That's where the food is grown?" Lynch asked, handing over his sword.

"Hmm. Mike took the long sword, and then the long sword quickly disappeared in his hand, turning into countless scattered purple points of light, he subconsciously grabbed the light points twice, watching them quickly evaporate in the black mist, and sighed regretfully: "I heard that there are still high-level plans to eliminate the black fog by planting this kind of food." ”

"Grain absorbs the black mist?" Lynch asked in surprise.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene when their corpses kept evaporating and turning into black mist after killing the monsters before.

It made him a little uncomfortable.

"How else do you think they grow, and you feed them?"

"Uh......" Lynch suddenly didn't know how to communicate his surprise to the big man next to him, because this completely subverted his previous life concept of planting: "No need to water or something......?"

"Water, do you want to give them water?" Mike's voice was full of disbelief, "And then you feed them some more food? Do you want to build them another house? and then we patrol with lanterns to protect them?"

You're pretty good at talking at this point. Lynch endured Mike's naked taunts as he took a stride, intending to take a look at the grain producing areas.

Mike grabbed his clothes from behind.

"Hey, why are you going? I see you're almost rested, let's hurry up, let's go." ”

"I'm ......" Lynch was speechless at the big man again, "I'll just go over and take a look, let's get out of the way." ”

"Get in the way, slow down I'm going to be punished, little brother, hurry up. As he spoke, Mike picked up the lantern he had just placed on the ground, and was about to leave: "You don't have a hurry to see it now, anyway, you have a chance in the future, and it's not interesting over there, let's go." ”

He said as he took another step.

Helpless, Lynch had no choice but to follow.

The two of them went into action again.

As Mike ran, he looked sideways at Lynch, who was slightly behind him.

Now he is not too old, his mind is immature, and he was born in the outer ring area. It's better not to figure out some things yet.

The people who kept him were not in a hurry to say, I opened something first.

......

The old men walked slowly on the plough, moving slowly between the stilts that were much taller than they were, like corn, and as they went, picking up the ripe fruit that had fallen from the thick poles, until their bosoms were full of them, and then they would come out of the plough and pour the grain in their bosoms into the buckets that were scattered around the plough.

The farmland is littered with dim street lights, but these lights barely serve to illuminate the black fog.

These lifeless old people are like machines, repeating their actions countless times. They didn't have lanterns with them, but the black mist had no effect on them.

The tall crops were constantly absorbing the black mist, and the food they produced grew and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. The resulting grain is black at first, and then slowly turns a pale grayish-green.

Some of the stems will suddenly turn to ashes after bearing the last fruit, and scatter a few seeds behind. When the last crop of the farmland is reduced to ashes, the night watchmen who are guarding the surrounding area will gather the people of the adjacent outer ring area and replant it.

"Whew. Standing outside the farmland, Barney with a lantern looked at the old people walking slowly inside like walking corpses, and let out a soft breath.

Over the years, Barney has learned a lot about it, and why he has never seen an old man in the place where he used to live.

He always regretted his choice countless times in his dreams, and the environment he was in now was like a nightmare for him, but fortunately, his first talent was the talent of fighting, which gave him a reason not to get involved in all kinds of things in the old man's area.

Now I finally have awakened my second talent, and I can leave this ghost place and go to patrol the outer ring settlement.

Suddenly, an old man's wail came from inside the farmland.

Barney, who had reacted, looked over and saw that an old, unshaped, emaciated old man had been knocked down by the fruit falling from the top of his head, but he had no strength to get up.

His companion looked over to Barney.

Barney stared straight ahead, as if he hadn't seen anything, hadn't heard anything.

His companion sighed, put down the lantern in his hand, and went over to barely lift the faintly wailing old man up, and then dragged him out of the field so as not to disturb others.

He was the same age as Barney, and he came out of the same class, but he had no talent for fighting, and the possessed spirits were of little use in combat.

So he couldn't get out of here.

"You don't look like you're going to be able to do it anymore. He said expressionlessly to the trembling old man with old age spots on his face, "Go back." ”

"No...... My lord," the old man's shriveled mouth moved slightly, and a weak, old voice came from within: "Your Excellency...... Please, I can still ......"

He did not speak again, his free hand grasped like a claw, his mouth was full of words, and he put his hand over the old man's face.

He doesn't have a talent for fighting, so he'll have some skills that he needs to use in the Outer Ring after some training.

"Ahhhhh......h

It was only a short time before he let go of his hand.

The old man fell to the ground.

With his other hand, he quickly took out the vial hanging from his waist and poured the contents into his palm.

A wisp of black liquid flowed out of his hand and was poured into a small vial.

The old man who fell to the ground miraculously slowly stood up, except that he became thinner and older.

"Go back. As he spoke, he shook off his hand, which was frozen in the black liquid, and the hallucinatory screams and wails in his head made him very uncomfortable.

The old man with a skeleton in his eyes was blank, and after hearing his instructions, he turned and walked towards the place he had said.

There will be someone waiting for him to give him the final finish.

The Night's Watch shook the vial in Barney's hand, "Look, fuel." He lifted his hood and smiled sickly on his pale face, "We're also a little useful." ”

Barney didn't answer, he still stared straight ahead, as if he hadn't heard anything, hadn't seen anything, and didn't move.