"Here?"

Chu Zihang looked at the darkness in front of him and wondered in his heart.

He pinched his arm, still thin, but already at the level of a young man.

Now should be the time when Lu Mingfei is in the Chaodu gang.

so

Chu Zihang touched his surroundings again, and sure enough, he touched a shotgun.

Then it should be another safe spot.

With this movement, there was a faint feeling of pain on his body.

He touched the painful area, and a wet touch came.

It's blood, he's wounded, no wonder he's hiding.

However, Chu Zihang felt that his physical condition was okay, and the injury should not be too serious.

He leaned forward and immediately touched a wall, a hiding place that was even narrower than he expected.

Lu Mingfei told Chu Zihang that the narrower the safe house he chose, the safer it was.

So, there should be no enemies in the vicinity.

Still, out of caution, he put his ear to the wall and listened, trying to identify unusual sounds.

After all, this time is different from the last time, if you die in a dream, you will really die.

Chu Zihang was not afraid of death, but he was even more unwilling to die so senselessly.

For a week, as long as he survives in the dream world for a week, he will automatically withdraw from the trial.

After listening for a few minutes, everything seemed to be normal outside, except for the indistinguishable noise coming from the metal wall into his ears.

Chu Zihang decided to go out.

He picked up the shotgun, loaded the bullets, and pushed open the hidden entrance.

The dim light shone into the safe house, stinging his eyes slightly.

Chu Zihang endured the soreness in his eyes and looked around, his fingers pulling the trigger and ready to fire at any time.

Fortunately, there were no natives with bad intentions or natives who coveted his flesh.

There were no stairs at the exit, so he put away his gun and jumped in.

The height is not high, only three meters, but the wound involved still makes Chu Zihang frown.

He looked up at the safe house behind him, and it turned out to be a thick pillar that led to the top of the space.

Chu Zihang stood on tiptoe and closed the entrance door, it looked like it was so tightly sealed, there was no trace at all, and he didn't know who built it.

Hiding in the safe house, he began to observe the space he was in again.

It appears to be an abandoned storage platform, littered with boxes of various sizes, some well-preserved and others dismantled.

Obviously, this place has been cleaned up, but I don't know if Lu Mingfei did it himself.

Chu Zihang walked along the suspension bridge and towards the opposite side of the platform.

The suspension bridges, secured with iron cables, creaked, but he knew they wouldn't break.

The bottom of the nest is often the first to be built, and therefore, the technology content is often the highest.

The drawbridge looked rusty, but it was actually so sturdy that even two Chimera personnel carriers could drive through at the same time.

Halfway through, two men with weapons suddenly appeared from the opposite corner.

Chu Zihang didn't even look at their looks, so he squatted down directly.

As it turned out, this reaction was quite correct.

As soon as his upper body was lowered, several bullets flew over his head.

Now that the other party has already fired, Chu Zihang has no hesitation.

The double-barreled shotgun spewed out dazzling tongues of fire, and 40 steel balls turned into a web of death, enveloping the two men.

The huge recoil almost pushed Chu Zihang down, and the murderer who was hit by the bullet was even more unbearable.

The man who walked in front directly flew out a bloody flower and fell to the ground without saying a word.

The man behind him was a little luckier, the steel ball only hit the lower half of his body, and he was lying on the ground and howling.

Looking at the other party's miserable appearance, Chu Zihang mercifully sent relief.

Another rain of steel balls struck, and the murderer's brain was opened.

Walking to the side of the corpse, Chu Zihang searched for a while.

Four packets of nutrients, two sachets of purified water, and some worthless knick-knacks.

He remembered that when he first entered the dream realm trial, the price that Old One-Eye offered him was only five packets of nutrients.

Sure enough, killing people and selling goods is faster than working to get money.

Even Lu Mingfei was inevitably a black hand during this period, but he still kept a little principle.

Chu Zihang picked up the guns of the two again, one was an ordinary single-shot bolt-action rifle, which was of little value.

The other semi-automatic rifle is good, and it just makes up for the shotgun's range and ammunition.

He carried his shotgun behind his back, semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and continued to walk outside.

After passing through several narrow passages, Chu Zihang came to a fork in the road.

There is still a passage on the left, and I don't know where it leads.

On the right is a suspension bridge with a closed gate at the end.

He hesitated, usually behind such gates was a settlement.

But Chu Zihang didn't know Lu Mingfei's current situation, what if he hid in a safe spot just to avoid the gangs in this settlement?

Then he comes to the door now, isn't it just a sheep into the tiger's mouth.

But it's not okay to keep walking aimlessly, sooner or later you'll end up in some predator's territory or a mutant's lair.

In the midst of hesitation, the door opened.

Chu Zihang hurriedly hid to the side, only using the corner of his eye to observe the movement on the opposite side.

A group of people came out of the door, and at the front was a man and a little girl.

At the urging of the guards behind them, they reluctantly walked outside, and their mouths kept talking.

Chu Zihang listened intently and listened to what the man said clearly.

It turned out that he and his daughter were thought to have an infectious disease and were to be evicted from the settlement.

The men were arguing loudly that they didn't have a contagion at all, but the guards didn't listen.

There are 10,000 reasons to be deprived of human life, and it is only possible to get an infectious disease.

Not being directly shot and then dragged to burn is already a sign of mercy.

The door closed behind the two men, leaving only a slit sticking out of the barrel.

If they don't go far enough, the gun will kill them outright.

The two of them also knew this, so despite their reluctance, they could only drag their heavy bodies forward.

The father led his daughter across the suspension bridge, and the shaking suspension bridge made the daughter a little scared, and then cried.

But the man didn't have the spirit to coax the child at this time, and just dragged her forward mechanically.

"Dad, I want to go home."

The daughter said with tears in her eyes.

Although the tent was broken and the sewer next to it was smelly, it was also her home, with her little bed woven out of wire.

"I can't go back."

He sighed.

No one will believe a man's words, or no one will need to believe his words.

Although he has a little blacksmith's skill, he can only make a living.

Now that the man has been driven out of the settlement, another blacksmith apprentice will move into his tent in a moment.

He could even guess who it was, that guy had been jealous of him for a long time.

The two walked across the suspension bridge and walked into a fork in the road.

The man sighed, and just wanted to comfort his daughter, but was dragged into the shadows by a strong hand.

He was startled and wanted to pull out the dagger at his waist, but was hit by a precise jab.

The dagger hit the ground with a crisp sound, and the man's hanging heart also hit the ground.

Are you going to die?

Death or not, in a place like the bottom nest, death is also a relief.

It's just that I don't believe in the emperor, so where will my soul go when I die?

"Daddy!"

The daughter screamed, waking up his brain that was confused by illness.

"Fire, run."

The man hugged the attacker with what little strength he had left, shouting loudly.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot you."

A cold voice rang out, and an even colder muzzle pressed against his head.

(End of chapter)