Inside the R-49 Starship Ruins.

Mark was leading people on the main corridor of the spacecraft, surrounded by embracing each other or making various shapes of survival. Simply put, it was a dried corpse.

In the world of "Spirit Cage", air-dried corpses are called "meat and soil".

"My God, is there so much meat and soil in this ghost place?"

Mo Cheng looked at the surrounding situation a little horrified, holding the weapon in his hand tightly.

The meat and soil here is unprecedented!

"This should be the old world, humans ready to escape from the earth." Mark held up his pistol and led everyone forward.

"Who are these people?"

Penny said curiously.

"It's either rich or noble!"

Ran Bing followed Mark, always alert to the surrounding situation.

"Hurry up, enough to equip and supplies."

Even though it has been half a year since Donnie's attitude towards the people of the world has not changed much, he refuses not to ignore it as in the plot.

Ignore the lives of the people, if they are discovered.

He is afraid he will go to the law school to sit.

“This is another storage room!”

Mo Cheng and the others came to a cabin door, spent some time opening it, and saw this huge place, "The body here is full of fear and madness, trying to escape."

"It should be that the spacecraft had not taken off, and the disaster had come, resulting in them no chance to escape."

Mark still dared not relax, holding a flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other.

Ran Bing saw that there was a cave in the flesh in the storage warehouse that looked like a tree hole, but it was actually a cave made of corpses. He looked at the dark cave and looked at it with his little head curiously.

Slam.

Her eyes rolled, her body leaned forward, pretending to fall into the hole.

Suddenly.

Mocheng and the surrounding team members of the Waste Hunter were so scared that they quickly became alert.

Mark looked at his adjutant helplessly, "Have you played enough? After playing enough, come down for me."

The words are over.

Ran Bing slowly retreated from the hole, looking very cautious.

"Stop playing."

Seeing Ran Bing's appearance, Mark shook his head helplessly and looked at the supplies around him. There were quite a lot of these supplies.

"Team, captain, retreat, retreat."

Ran Bing held the pistol tightly in his hand, and his voice was trembling.

She saw the sleeping centipede worm, the spine gu.

"What's wrong?"

When Mo Cheng saw that Ran Bing looked like he didn't look fake, he asked.

Mark also heard the trembling carried in Ran Bing's words, "What happened?"

"The sunken and sleeping spinal Gu group is very, very, very many, more than we encountered half a year ago."

Ran Bing tightly grasped the weapon in his hand.

"Captain, we find the situation here and need you to come."

At this time.

The voice of another team member sounded in Mark's communicator, making him frown.

"Pack up supplies as soon as possible and don't disturb the spine group."

Mark whispered to everyone.

Materials are the most important.

"Yes, captain."

After hearing this, Mocheng hurriedly greeted the people behind him and whispered: "Transfer supplies as soon as possible. There are spine Gu groups in this storage room. Don't touch them everywhere. Alarm the spine Gu groups. Don't want your dedication points, and you may even have the life to return to the lighthouse alive."

“Yes, yes!”

Upon hearing this, Chenmin heard the words of the hunter team member and began to collect supplies lightly.

4068 did not mess around like in the plot, which alarmed the spine Gu group.

I already know that there is a spinal gu group. If I still alarm the spinal gu group, it would be a brainless person.

He is still not dead.

If he wants to start a family with 4277, he can't commit suicide.

After collecting the supplies, without disturbing the spine group while everyone was careful, they slowly withdrew from the storage room.

"Close this storage room."

Mark and Donnie looked at each other, and they grabbed the storage room door and slowly pushed it towards the middle.

After closing the storage room door, the two nodded slightly and followed slowly behind the team with slight hands.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

But at this time.

A heavy sound like a dull drum sounded, and Mark and Donnie's faces changed slightly. Listening to the footsteps, he refused the damn spine group.

"Hurry up and take the supplies."

Mark was not vague, and took out his gun from his pocket, slowly retreated behind him, staring at the door of the storage room.

"boom."

"boom."

"boom."

A violent impact sounded.

With the naked eye visible to Mark and Downey, the steel-like metal door slowly appeared with depressions and bulges.

This shows how powerful that is.

"Pu"

Slam.

The metal gate was knocked out by a powerful force.

The metal gate hit the ground, causing a strong wave of air, which directly reversed the impact of Mark and Downey.

"mark."

"Donny."

Ran Bing and others who were organizing a collection team to evacuate, found the situation here and hurriedly came over with weapons to support.

"Go away now."

Mark turned his head and said to Donnie beside him, "Take them out of here, I'll delay this monster."

"good."

Donnie had no objection, took out a few grenades from his body and threw them to Mark, "I have brought so many. Be careful, it's more powerful than before."

"good."

Mark nodded slightly, naturally knowing that every wasteland hunter has a limited quantity.

"Damn it."

After Ran Bing and others were forcibly taken out by Donnie, Mark looked at the monster as big as a small elephant, and saw a solemn appearance in his eyes. He held a pistol and walked towards it.

"Bang bang bang."

Gunshots rang in this narrow passage.

The bullet shot into the body of the extreme-eating beast, causing it to splash out of viscous liquid.

"roar."

The painful beast rushed up suddenly and shook its tail mark to smash it at him.

Seeing this, Mark leaned back, then inserted his pistol back into the holster, pulled out the dagger on his leg, rolled over to the feet of the Devouring Beast, and stabbed the dagger into its muscle fibers, and then pulled it hard.

"Roar."
To be continued...