The armored vehicles roared and ran over metal monsters. Occasionally, guns and metal monsters fell down.

The armored vehicles were left without stopping, and the source species were discarded.

Zhang Ping was jealous of seeing it, but he could only be jealous of it.

The atmosphere inside the armored vehicle was tense.

It was not until half an hour later that everyone relaxed.

Through the steel-protected car window, Zhang Ping saw the towering city wall, with three big characters above the city gate:

Hushan Town.

This is a survivor settlement under the protection of high walls. Abbreviation: high walls.

The meteor shower landed a hundred years ago, bringing countless metal sources, triggering a global metallization disaster.

A large number of people, animals, etc. were infected and controlled by the source species, becoming irrational metal monsters.

Household appliances, metal tools, signal towers, cars, trains, aircraft, ships, chemical factories, nuclear power plants, etc., have all been "living", and the former city has become a metal hell.

Survivors established settlements in the wilderness, eventually forming isolated "high walls" worlds.

During the disaster, survivors also had strong people who controlled the source species: evolvers.

The city gate made a heavy creak, interrupting Zhang Ping's recollection. After the armored vehicle entered, the heavy gate closed again.

After entering the high wall, the convoy put down Zhang Ping's mother, sister and others and continued to move forward.

Looking at the armored vehicle that was leaving, Xiao Douding held his mother's hand with a naive look on his face: "Mom, why don't brother come down?"

The mother held her head up, preventing tears from falling from falling: "Brother is going to be a big hero."

"When will you come back?"

"When you grow up," the mother touched the top of her sister's head, "Let's go, let's go home."

Xiao Douding tilted his head, "Will your brother be hungry outside? I want to save all the egg yolks and wait for my brother to come back to eat."

"My brother's illness is cured, and Yanyan will eat it in the future. And the egg yolk will be kept shortly."

Xiao Douding looked serious: "Last time, my brother divided me half of the egg yolk, and I can still eat it after two days.

Then I will keep each egg yolk for two days, and my brother will be able to eat it when he comes back."

…………

The armored vehicle stopped, and a team member helped Zhang Ping and got off the armored vehicle.

There are already about twenty young men and women here, in a mess.

Zhang Ping came to the middle of the young girl and greeted warmly: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Ping."

“…”

Zhang Ping rolled his eyes: "Very good, silence is gold, you guys did a good job."

"My name is Huang Lijun." A young man spoke.

Zhang Ping smiled: "Which lord? Is the hypocrite's lord?"

"What about the soldiers' army. What about you, which bottle? Small bottle? Vase? Oil bottle?"

Yo, I met an opponent!

Zhang Ping hugged Huang Lijun's shoulder, "I am the most magnificent one!"

"Oh?" Huang Lijun looked eager for knowledge.

"Look, the world is peaceful, the world is peaceful, the sky is rising, Princess Taiping, the world is peaceful, the horizon. These words are extraordinary."

Huang Lijun tilted his head and thought for a while: "I feel like something strange is infiltrated?"

“Is there any?”

Huang Lijun said again, "By the way, where is the morgue? You have taken it alone!"

“…”

The boat of friendship has already overturned before it even started.

Zhang Ping raised the health bracelet on his left hand, "I'm almost paralyzed and I can only sell myself. What about you, why are you here?"

While speaking, Zhang Ping looked at Huang Lijun: He was healthy, dressed neatly, and had a clean and fair neck.

Let’s look at myself waiting for others, there are many patches in the clothes.

This Huang Lijun has a story.

Zhang Ping stared at Huang Lijun with a bright look.

Huang Lijun hesitated and said, "My brother is sick and wants a lot of money. I sold myself."

The two looked at each other.

Zhang Ping sighed: "This damn world!"

Huang Lijun sighed: "Yes, this damn world. But the world cannot die, we are the ones who die."

Zhang Ping looked at the busy team members and the towering walls and fell into deep thought:

As a time traveler, he remembers the twists and turns of being sent out of the Demon Dragon Lucheng; for the current "mother", Zhang Ping should call him aunt.

After coming to Hushan Town, my aunt had her own child.

Survival in the end of the world was difficult, and "Uncle Husband" had to join the hunting team; a year ago, the hunting team sent a compensation, but the uncle never came back.

Soon Zhang Ping was diagnosed with bone cancer, which made this difficult family worse.

However, during the examination, Zhang Ping received a physical condition test of "source affinity A+".

Based on this, Zhang Ping sold himself for 30,000 yuan and allowed his "mother" to enter the logistics of the Blade Team, so that his life and safety will be guaranteed in the future.

What Zhang Ping and others want to participate in is the "source conversion", commonly known as job transfer. Once successful, they can become evolvers, have metal bodies, and their terminal illness will be cured without any medicine.

It's just... the success rate is a bit low. So it is nicknamed: a life-and-death transfer.

But I never expected that after I sold myself, the system would come late!

More than a dozen teenagers came out of the armored vehicles - they went out of the city with Zhang Ping for the last glance at the world.

After more than thirty young girls gathered, the female captain stuffed everyone into a small passenger car with air leakage everywhere and put on a headband.

Along the way, I heard only the bus creaking, the engine roar, the elevator buzzing, the sound of the door opening, and the echo of the narrow space.

About half an hour later, the vehicle stopped and the slightly moldy smell rushed into the nostrils.

The headband was taken off, and in the dim light, Zhang Ping saw a hemispherical space: rusty steel beams supported the mottled cement dome.

On the dome, there are water marks, rust marks, light moss, etc., which outline a landscape of time.

On the mottled iron pillars, the aging wires on the outer skin are hung with old lamps, emitting a turbid and weak light.

In the center is a wide cement platform, and an old man with a few white coats is fiddling with some messy instruments and equipment.

There is also a large cement tripod in the center of the cement platform:

It is about three meters wide and about five meters high. A ball of "metal flame" with a diameter of about one meter is held in the center of the upper part - the source species.

The source species is magnificent ruby ​​color, which is thrillingly beautiful; the metal prisms on the outer side are like storms, but they emit a crisp and pleasant sound of wind chimes.

There are 5-level cement steps below the source.

Zhang Ping stared at the "source seed" blankly, feeling confused inside.

According to Zhang Ping's knowledge, the source species are divided into seven levels, divided by rainbow color. At most, one ‘level 0’ is added.

If the source power value is less than 100, it is level 0, it is white, and the volume is insufficient to the size of the egg yolk;

If the source power value is within 10,000, it is level 1, red, and the size is smaller than that of an adult's fist;

The source power value is greater than or equal to 10,000, which is a level 2 source type, yellow, and the most basketball is large.

This color is a natural phenomenon after energy level is increased.

This source species is red, but is one meter in size.

Something is wrong!

Zhang Ping was stunned, while the other young girls were either stunned or uneasy.

The old man looked up at Zhang Ping and others, showing a kind smile, "Don't be afraid, little guys, it's useless to be afraid anyway. Either succeed or die, there will be no third possibility."

Everyone: "..."

What a big truth to tell!

"Okay, who will come first? If you want to become an evolver who dominates your own destiny, you must have the courage to risk your life."

No one moved.

"Forget it, draw lots." The old man opened a laser pen and tapped it on a young man, "Come here."

Zhang Ping was confused: Do you always draw lots like this?
To be continued...