The clouds are indifferent, and the mist is heavy.

The gray clouds and mist obscured the sky, and the cloudy wind whistled between the heavens and the earth.

On the earth, among the mountains, there are multicolored miasma condensed into pillars of wind like substance, soaring upward.

On the vast plains, in the land of flat rivers, the once fertile soil has become a single inch of grass, and a handful of soil is picked up in your hand, and when it blows in the wind, it is like a grain of sand and is thrown behind you!

"In this world, people don't live at all!"

With his old cheeks, shriveled skin, and haggard eyes, it was hard to believe that this skeleton-like old man was less than thirty years old!

Looking blankly at the few miles of sand left in his hand, Wang Dali's face was distorted, but he couldn't squeeze out a tear in his eyes.

"Daddy!"

As if the sound of a broken bellows was pulling at his feet, a thin boy was looking at Wang Dali with wide eyes.

The boy was dressed in tattered clothes, thin skin and bones, and only a pair of big eyes flashed with a desire to survive.

"How long are we going to go?"

How long do you have to go?

His son's words made Wang Dali's body shake, and he looked up into the distance, and everywhere he looked, there was a barrenness.

"To the end, to death. ”

Looking down at his son's eyes, Wang Dali only felt a tearing pain in his heart.

I want to cry, but I don't have tears!

Perhaps, their children were really sinful in their previous lives, so they would face such a world after they were born.

"Dali, let's go! Don't waste your energy. ”

The old voice sounded from behind him, accompanied by a heavy sound of movement, and passed the two of them, moving slowly and stiffly forward.

This is a team of 100 people all the time.

No one in this line has a lifespan of more than thirty.

Those over the age of thirty have long since left behind them permanently.

Once, there were tens of thousands of people in this team, but it was only a few months, and there were no crazy people who survived.

But at this time, they are like walking corpses, trekking through this wilderness, and they are only one step away from death.

Although there is no scorching sun, there is no drop of water, and the group is already thirsty, but as far as the eye can see, how can there be any water source?

As for going back?

That pool of water will only eat people!

"Daddy......"

The sleeves were gently pulled, and Wang Dali's eyes repeated a trace of vitality.

"There's someone there!"

The boy stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and looked away, but there was a fallen swordsman, leaning on a dead dry log, dumbfounded.

"Sword?"

Wang Dali laughed weakly, lowered his head, and continued to move forward again as if he had lost his soul.

He used to be a swordsman, and when he was young, he became a horse and a wife, and he was in the limelight for a while.

But at this time, the sword that helped him achieve fame had already been thrown away by him as a burden.

Now, a pound or a tael of strength can crush him!

The crowd continued to move, and even if they passed the swordsman, no one spoke, and they were like ghosts on the Yellow Springs Road, long gone.

"Uncle, is there a place for the Tianyi faction ahead?"

When Wang Dali's father and son arrived, the boy suddenly stopped, turned his head sideways and asked the swordsman in his hoarse voice.

In the wilderness, the footsteps stopped suddenly.

Everyone turned their heads stiffly, and for the first time the same light appeared in their eyes.

That's hope.

The wind whined, and the fallen swordsman raised his head slightly, his eyes as lifeless as they had seen on the road.

But his smooth skin and slightly bulging blood vessels in his throat made many people's throats roll and make swallowing sounds.

"Yes!"

The monotonous voice was like a slap in the face, and it was violently injected into everyone present.

A vigorous vitality blooms in everyone's heart.

As if inspired by this, a trace of vitality appeared in the swordsman's eyes.

"How far is it?"

Without waiting for the boy to ask, Wang Dali had already opened his throat.

"Go to the end, cross a mountain, and you're there. ”

Su Ziyue stretched out his arm and pointed into the distance.

"There...... Are there immortals there? When we get there, can we live?"

A man who was also like a skeleton leaned in.

"Immortals?"

The corners of Su Ziyue's mouth twitched, and when their hearts sank, he spoke again.

"There are no immortals, there are quite a few who can spell, as for living, it depends on whether you can get there!"

"Really?"

Su Ziyue closed his eyes and didn't speak.

"Let's go, let's go!"

A group of the living dead breathed life again, their dull eyes lit with hope of life, and at the same time they walked towards the ethereal hope in the distance.

"Uncle, here you go. ”

A skinny little hand reached out in front of him and put a small thing in Su Ziyue's hand.

"Sugar! It's sweet, and I don't want to eat it. ”

Su Ziyue opened his eyes, and the boy grinned, revealing his teeth that had long been deformed.

"Thank you!"

Bowing his head deeply, the boy returned to Wang Dali's side, holding each other with one hand, and the two staggered forward again.

Looking blankly at the candy grains the size of a needle tip in his hand, Su Ziyue was speechless.

After a long time, he raised his head slightly and shouted to the line of living dead in the distance.

"Not far ahead, there's a pool. ”

The sound came out, the heaven and the earth merged, and a shallow pond appeared at the end of the eyes of the group.

"Run!"

I don't know who suddenly roared at the top of his throat, and the more than 100 people suddenly used force under their feet and rushed forward.

Half of them, after falling to the ground, got up again, and crouched on all fours, and climbed forward.

"Alive......"

Looking at that group of people, Su Ziyue's eyes suddenly became dim again.

Perhaps, they all have a reason to continue to live.

And he has already died.

Pinching the sugar grains in his hand, his arm stiffly sent it to his mouth, chewing slightly, but his mouth was full of bitterness.

"Bang!"

A figure suddenly appeared at his side, and with a kick full of anger, he kicked Su Ziyue's waist hard, knocking him sideways, rolling, and kicking him miles away.

"Su Ziyue, you're still alive!"

Zhuge Qing'er's cold voice sounded in her ears, and the murderous aura filled all directions.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Su Ziyue lay on the ground, coughed lightly, and didn't resist, just turned over and lay on his back, looking at the gray sky with blank eyes.

"It's you!"

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?

"It's not so easy to kill you!"

Zhuge Qing'er bit her teeth and stomped on one of Su Ziyue's leg bones with a fierce kick.

"Click......

The leg bones were broken, twisted, and deformed, and Su Ziyue was lying on the ground, but his face was unmoved, like a dead man.

"You have murdered the teacher and betrayed the family, colluded with the devil to cause trouble in the world, and the crime is extremely heinous! People like you should be cut with a thousand knives!"

"Are the second senior brother and third senior sister okay?"

Su Ziyue, who was lying on the ground and waiting quietly for death, seemed to think of something and suddenly spoke.

"You still have the face to ask!"

Zhuge Qing'er held the stick tightly in one hand, and her eyes were red, but looking at Su Ziyue, who was lying on the ground like a dead man, the thought of continuing to torture in her heart could no longer arise.

"It's nothing, I just want to know if the people I know are still there?"

"Thanks to you, my junior brother and sister are not only very good, but they also formed a couple and achieved Jindan!"

"Yes, that's good, that'......"

Su Ziyue's eyes moved slightly, and a faint smile finally appeared on his face.

"Come on!"

His eyes closed, and he spoke slowly.

"You ......"

Zhuge Qing'er gritted her teeth and stared at Su Ziyue.

"You, damn it!"

With sticks in both hands, they were raised high and slammed down.