Finally, it's finally out!

Unsteady on his feet, this was Townsend's first feeling.

"Calm, unstable state is just an illusion. Townsend told himself, "Now adjust your breathing and breathe in slowly." ”

The tingling pain from the cool air starts in the nose and spreads to the throat and lungs. The sensation was so clear and so intense that even the muscles in my abdomen began to spasm.

To put it simply, Townsend is a man, and formally speaking, he is a man of flesh and blood, wisdom and feelings. By biological definition, he belongs to the genus Homo of the mammalian primate family - descendants of Great China, with a background of the Red Empire.

"Hold back, pain is a normal sign of recovery. Townsend suppressed the urge to open his eyes: "Start with moving your fingers. ”

From the fingers to the toes to the joints, it took Townsend half an hour to complete the initial control of his body. Control, that's a very affectionate description - since he entered the Life Freeze System, this feeling has not been with him!

Why is he here? Because of his unrestrained life, Townsend was poisoned. It was an incomparably expensive toxin, coldly and aptly nicknamed "Carbon Fourteen", and it would take a long time for any living creature to get rid of it.

Far beyond the time of human lifespan.

Originally, he had already thought about how to say goodbye, but in the end, he was tricked into the freezing system by his uncle. It was a bad feeling to be deceived by the First Vice President of the Imperial Academy of Sciences, who had always thought that a nerd in science and technology could never fool him, but it turned out that he was wrong, and a reason to "analyze the residual toxins for the benefit of the Empire" led him into the ditch.

Since then, he has been lost in a dull nightmare, isolated from the world, unable to detect the passage of time.

"The toxins in the body should have decayed, right?Or is the self-destruct time limit of the frozen system reached?How long does this thing last?100 years? Or 1,000 years?" The restored arm pulled from the shattered fixator, and the information retrieved by his fingertips along the way was not reassuring: "Sure enough, Frankenstein's words are all lies...... Either way, I'm never going to go back to this!"

How long had he been in this container? He had no idea at all, everything in his memory was as if it was yesterday, but the never-ending chaotic dream was still haunting in his mind.

Of course, dreams are just a romantic statement, but in fact it feels like life is worse than death!

"I'm recovering too, right?" Townsend cheered himself up, "What kind of world will I see at first glance? flowers, beautiful women, or a steel fork for animal hunting?"

The smell wafting from the camp was complex, a mixture of fresh meat pressed by a soldering iron and charred hair, blood and flesh, similar to the raw meat workshops in refugee camps. But he immediately rejected his own reasoning, because the internal awakening time of the life freeze system was three days, which was enough time for him to analyze the external environment, and he also knew that there were two or two creatures roaming outside.

The two creatures had been outside for at least three days, and during that time they had been trying to get through the freeze system. It was this kind of perseverance that made Townsend realize that he was in a dangerous situation - if he was still in the Imperial Academy of Sciences, then no matter how human or animal could be so rude, even if they unfortunately fell into the hands of the enemy, they would be cautious.

Although his head had been muddy since he recovered, Townsend still had the least of his judgment, and he knew that the era he was familiar with was probably gone. Maybe it's just that time has passed, maybe the stars have changed......

The inexplicable sadness only lasted in Townsend's heart for a moment, and was immediately replaced by a strong survival **. I've had enough, since I'm alive, since I'm still alive, then I'm going to live forever, live well!!

Miraculously, once the word "alive" flashes in my mind, countless thoughts come to mind, the most important of which is only eight words: "eliminate danger and confirm the environment".

Townsend inhaled evenly, slowly opened his eyes, and took a steady step, these meticulous reactions were as natural as using his hands to eat. Townsend took a cursory look around and found that it was almost a closed environment, with the light of the two torches reflecting a large area of ruins, and the heavy style of faith and sacrifice looked old and wild.

Is there a mistake? I actually walked in a religious monument?

With a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, the naked [***] Townsend began to move, and countless pipelines connected to his body were pulled and disintegrated. This meant that he was truly out of the arms of the Life Freeze System, and although the pipelines had been useless three days ago, they could at least give him some psychological comfort, but after that, he had to rely on himself for whatever he encountered.

What a tragedy for his grandmother!

Dragging the pipes all over his body, he staggered down the metal ladder, and the small protrusions on the ground pierced the soles of his feet, which hurt a little, but made Townsend gradually excited. He opened the gap between his eyelids slightly, and a charred corpse still smoking immediately came into view, the strange shape was no longer recognizable, but this was probably the source of the burnt smell.

The first thing a freshman saw was death, which was really ironic. The corners of Townsend's mouth twitched, and he looked away from the corpse, and saw another object between a corpse and a living person - it had a human-like form, but the skin below the chest had been carbonized, and the skin on the chest and hands had been burned extensively, and the only thing intact was the face, and the horror was all its expression.

Seeing Townsend walking out of the white mist, it was already shrinking in the corner of the wall, and began to wave its arms wildly, and its mouth kept roaring, and the volume was very loud. Townsend couldn't understand a word, but Townsend knew that it was only half a step away from death, because by medical standards, its burn area had exceeded the red line, and his current physical strength was ...... Apparently not enough to save it.

It survives for up to three hours, so there's no need to waste any effort, and if it bites, God knows what will happen.

Townsend's steps grew more and more steady, and he spared the noisy creatures, removed a torch stuck in the wall, and raised his guard to the only entrance—a narrow stone passage that stretched upwards at an almost forty-five degree angle, eerie, like the mouth of a devouring monster in the darkness.

Just as he was hesitating to go up immediately, a pile of items placed on the side of the corridor was illuminated by the fire.

At the first sight of the pile, Townsend's heartbeat was a little chaotic, because on top was clearly a pair of metal armor, as well as a sheathed dagger and a bow. Not to mention the texture of these things and the roughness of the craftsmanship, they all have the same caste, cold weapons!

There is no doubt that the two creatures inside are people, but what era would people carry cold weapons with them and put them in a conspicuous position? The leather of the armor, the short sword is hammered, the bow is sharpened, in short, it is the simplest thing!

"It's not funny!" Shaking and putting in his torch to suppress the bad thoughts in his heart, Townsend began to rummage through the package. Soon, irrefutable evidence appeared, belts of animal skins, clothing of linen, hand-sewn leather bags of water, baggage wrapped in bits and pieces...... Desperately, however, nothing bears the familiar style of Townsend's time.

To be more precise, in Townsend's eyes, these things are all antiques!

"What the hell is this era!After nuclear war?" Townsend began to feel furious in his heart, and his ** body became colder and colder. In desperation, he could only put on a set of barely acceptable clothes, and the belt could not be buckled, so he could only tie it up haphazardly, and then gritted his teeth and grabbed the torch to climb up - uncertain, so far, maybe these two people just came to camp with these antiques by accident!

"Hallucinations, all hallucinations!" the orange firelight shone on the area of five meters in front of and behind, and Townsend tried not to look at the murals and reliefs in them, but his eyes couldn't help but sweep over those quaint lines again and again.

Unseen texts, unrecognizable flora and fauna, all objects except human beings are completely exotic - in terms of technique, the frescoes are very old, there is very little exaggeration, and it is obvious that the artistic imagination and expression are very scarce, so it is only right that everything in them should be taken from reality.

With Townsend's remarkable insight, the images along the way are completely unfamiliar, and he is like a horde of savages who have fallen beyond the galaxy. The manned sea urchins with wings on the walls, the saucer-shaped lights and shadows that have been hunted, the insects that walk upright with the samurai, and the plants that set up stalls to buy and sell goods......

It can be said that each set of images is like a fist to Townsend, knocking him straight into the abyss of despair.

Approaching the exit, Townsend noticed that the air was moving faster and colder. So he collected his fragmented mood, pulled out the dagger he had just started, held his breath, stuck to the corner of the wall, and "slidied" out along the shadows.

The exit is hidden in a large wood, and the fine branches are full of small leaves, which are "whooshing" in the night wind. Bright moonlit flecks shone on the ground, looking bleak - Towngson's gaze scanned back and forth between the trunks of the trees, and soon found traces of the two unlucky eggs underground. Contacting these clues, he had already deduced the entry process of the two in his mind, and then gradually expanded the search area, and finally came to a reassuring conclusion: two people, only two people arrived here and went underground.

Well, anyway, he's safe for the time being.

Townsend exhaled, found a sheltered place to sit down, and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. As the field of vision rose, a curvaceous first quarter moon appeared—a flash of refreshment to Townsend for a moment. The moon, the moon that is almost the same as in my memory! Compared with the mural reliefs that can be artificially made, this is a marker that can explain the problem, it is too reliable! It is so intimate!

Townsend smiled, and smiled very comfortably, and the amplitude was also very large, like a winner in life.

But when he liked enough to look down, the smile on his face froze in an instant, because he saw his own shadow. The gentle first quarter moon was directly in front of him, and on the ground, his own shadow in the moonlight.

It's very simple common sense that a shadow will never appear between a light source and an illuminated object. Could it be ...... Is there any other stronger light source behind him? Like a death row inmate before his execution, Townsend turned his head slowly, his eyes lifted with great difficulty. But, contrary to the cry in his heart, he saw another moon hanging high in the sky!

Two moons!

Townsend opened his mouth silently, his eyes wide as bull's-eye, and he looked at this and that like an idiot, and finally collapsed in agony—but only three seconds after he fell to the ground, he jumped up with a fallen leaf, his eyes shining like a beast.

No matter what, no matter how bright the sky is, I want to live! The most important thing is to live well!

“...... When you fall into a completely unfamiliar environment, you don't have to ask for the reason, you should immediately save yourself! First of all, you need all the information and resources you can find, collect them, and analyze them, so that you can ensure the minimum safety! But before that, you must at least get the necessary tools......" Within three seconds of falling to the ground, the teachings buried deep in the memory echoed in Townsend's mind, and the person who said this: "The Survival Training Center of the Intelligence Bureau of the General Staff, Chief Theory Instructor. ”

"Can't die! can't die!At least you can't die right away!" muttered Townsend, sweeping away the traces left by himself and the two unlucky ones with the twigs he had picked up. When he was about to enter the half-collapsed entrance after doing everything, he stopped suddenly, looked at the huge full moon in the sky with a look of resentment and grief, and scolded fiercely: "Your uncle!"

Then, he did not hesitate to drill into the mouth.