It is undeniable that there are indeed desperate people, and they have no choice but to ask for help on the parchment, but they have no strength to worry about these things.

And compared to the others, because they were in the depths of the "Quanfeng Cemetery", they were forced to flee outside less than the third day after the second day.

Otherwise, once you are covered by that extremely cold snow, it is basically equivalent to death.

As a result, during the journey of fleeing, he encountered many ambushes and traps, and many casualties and injuries occurred.

At this moment, seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, a female survivor in the conference room immediately spoke to stop the two of them.

Her voice was not loud, but she was extremely majestic, making people unable to help but obey.

As he finished speaking, the two of them stopped arguing and apologized to the woman.

The woman is the leader of this team, with a pretty figure and a pretty face.

But at this moment, her face was a little weak, and her body was covered with white cloth scrapped from a wool shop. The white cloth had already oozed blood, especially the broken right hand, and blood dripped from time to time.

"It's blood again, hurry up and ask that Mr. Kalan to help Boss Xu Jiang recover from his injuries..." Someone noticed Xu Jiang's right hand and hurriedly called the slave.

They have no medical staff, no medicines, and the only person with relevant knowledge is the special talent.

However, Xu Jiang shook his head and stopped him, "No, it's much better than before. Just pull the bandage tighter for me..."

Just breaking your hand, nothing fuss.

The "night" ended before. If all the staff had not been issued a "recovery card", I'm afraid there would be few people in the room who were intact.

If the "Grandsword Hunter" named "Karan" retreats because of this, it will be a real fatal matter if the enemy takes advantage of the situation.

After all, the perception of ten kilometers sounds great, but human energy is limited, and many things are easily ignored by accident.

Once ignored, it is likely to lead to catastrophic consequences.

Moreover, at this moment, they had already learned from the information left by some survivors on the roll before their death that those "fallen races" like "distorted ones" can ignore the influence of the gray fog.

After he spoke, the entire conference room fell into silence, and as some unsuppressed thoughts emerged, a confused mood spread.

Where should I go tomorrow?

When can I find a place to settle down?

When will such a day come to an end?

Can they really survive?

How many dangers are there waiting for them outside?

A large number of trivial and chaotic thoughts appeared, making them feel frustrated in a difficult situation.

After the "dawn", it is not dawn, but more disasters, one after another, and there is no end to see...

Even the survivors have been penetrated inside, with a large number of non-human distorted lives outside and a degenerate survivors inside.

Internal and external troubles.

Everything seems particularly difficult.

Ironically, now some people even miss the days before the first six days. At least at that time, there wouldn't be anything breaking into their houses and catching them for a sacrifice that is worse than life and death...

Although I was a little hungry those days, as long as I returned to the house, I would have no worries. I could sleep peacefully and chat happily...

Now, nothing is left.

I can't even find a place where I can sleep with peace of mind.

Under the almost crazy pursuit of these alien lives, they are in danger of being discovered every moment and are in a state of worry every moment.

Once discovered, it will be an inevitable battle, either tragic or lucky. In short, no one can tell whether they can see the sun tomorrow.

But what really makes people desperate is not the battle, but the fact that they can't see tomorrow or the future...

Some low sobs suddenly sounded.

Some people in the conference room were shaken for a moment.

After all, humans have never been a creature that can always be appropriate.

In a moment of silence, despair, helplessness and depression filled the entire conference room, and everyone could not avoid feeling the collapse.

Is there really a need to struggle in such a day?

At this moment, two dong dong sounded knocking on the table, and the sound of being loud and sound interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Then they all looked at the sharp woman with only her left hand left.

After looking around, Xu Jiang said in a plain tone, but full of determination:

"Six hours later, we keep moving..."

She didn't say where she went, nor did she say anything else, it was just a simple word.

Even if she doesn't say it, everyone knows that tomorrow is moving forward, because they can only move forward. If they don't move forward, they will be covered with the extremely cold heavy snow...

At that time, there will be a dead end.

But at this time, no one will refute her words.

Moreover, after saying this, the atmosphere became much better inexplicably and was no longer so depressing.

Looking at everyone's eyes that were slightly brighter, Xu Jiang continued:

"Let's talk, quarrel, food or something, well, by the way, I'm sorry I almost forgot, let's have someone prepare food..."

Facing the decadent people, Xu Jiang's face with some wounds and blood stains rarely smiled, and the blood oozed out of the gauze oozed out of the broken hand had solidified.

She was already very tired and wanted to rest and be quiet for a while, but...

She knew she could not let the atmosphere continue to deepen in despair.

"I want to drink, can we make some wine with potatoes..."

"Drinking a lot of wine, this thing consumes a lot of food. Do you think it's still yours now? You can throw away the rice you can't finish..."

"Then I can apply for a baked potato, right?"

"Can."

The response to him was Xu Jiang.

Soon, the slightly depressing atmosphere was abandoned by people intentionally or unintentionally. Whether it was self-deception or self-comfort, everyone could not help but feel much more relaxed in their hearts.

We had a meal and chat, had a short rest until six hours later, the large team started to move again and advanced more than ten kilometers.

Investigation, advancement, investigation, advancement...

These actions went very smoothly and there were almost no obstacles.

But at this moment, five kilometers away, Karan, who was in front of the large army, led the team to observe the surroundings, but suddenly he saw some blood and immediately became alert.

After a period of reconnaissance, he found some traces of battle and found some corpses not far away.

There are some corpses wearing linen clothes that are easy to judge, they are corpses of slaves, and it is easy to see from their body shape that they are third-level slaves...

However, behind these bodies, there was a man wearing a long T-shirt and jeans, who was obviously a survivor, lying on a stone.

"Dead."

Karan looked at the other party's melting eye sockets and some brain matter flowing out of the eye sockets, knowing that the other party died from looking directly at the gray fog.

and...

This is probably a choice it makes.

Because on the other party's chest, the parchment roll was placed there, facing everyone.

On the parchment scroll, a last word left by the other party when he was dying was frozen in the dialog box.

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Chapter completed!