Sunlight poured down from the new hole crushed by the monster, and dust floated slowly in the beam of light.

In addition to touch and hearing, his vision has also been strengthened a lot. With this little light, Ruan Xian could almost see the whole picture of this underground space.

Human skeletons were mixed with charred metal parts and scattered on the ground. Pieces of rotting cloth were glued to the mechanical stumps, piled up in piles, mostly covered in dust. Rusty metal poles tangled with wires and slanted in the waste heap.

Like a broken tombstone in a cemetery.

Apart from a large number of metal wrecks whose purpose cannot be judged, there are many strange machines lying not far away. They are crowded among human or mechanical corpses, covered with dust and rust, slightly deformed and shaped like guns.

Ruan Xian tightened his body subconsciously, and this action instantly made the steel bars inserted into his flank stronger several times. He was panting wildly, twitching in pain and sweating.

Fortunately, the monster fell to the ground and rolled away, struggling frantically a few dozen meters away. The soft belly was obviously protective, and it didn't look injured, just waving its feet desperately, trying to roll over in a dizzy manner.

Don't miss out.

Ruan Xian commanded his limbs awkwardly, propped up his upper body, and carefully moved away from the deadly steel bar. With heightened perception, the process was not pleasant at all, as if the wound was not steel but a barbed saw. Fortunately, the length of the steel bar was less than twenty centimeters. After dozens of seconds, he finally got rid of it.

Sweat drenched his hair, and the ends of his hair were attached to the back of his neck and cheeks. Ruan Xian seemed to have just climbed out of the water. The pain in the abdomen was replaced by a strange tingling, like nests of unseen ants swarming around the wound.

The monster was still writhing in place.

With a sigh of relief, Ruan Xian leaned on the nearest slate and lowered his head to try to check the wound. The location of the wound is very biased, and important internal organs should not be injured, but blood loss may be a problem.

However, there was nothing but bright red blood on his abdomen.

Moving his arm with difficulty, Ruan Xian wiped off the cold, crea blood in disbelief. Then saw it fade and disappear in the palm of hand, burrowing back into skin like a living thing.

The unbearable itching gradually disappeared. Whether it was the bare waist and abdomen, or the palms that had just been stained with blood, there was not a trace of blood left. But there was no doubt that there was blood on the steel bar beside him, and a lot of blood dripped on the ground, dyeing the gravel dark red.

Ruan Xian frowned, this strange phenomenon almost made him forget the current situation for a moment.

However, his opponent reminded very timely-

Encouraged by the smell of blood, the monster finally turned himself over and screamed at him in dissatisfaction. This time Ruan Xian didn't dare to take any chances, he took a deep breath and tense his nerves.

Even if this nightmarish situation is inexplicable, I still can't stand, and I don't even have any clothes to cover my shame...

It's too early to give up.

Ruan Xian subconsciously grasped a hexagonal metal piece in his hand, the sharp corners stinged him almost immediately, and a little blood seeped out along the wound. Ignoring the wound on the palm of his hand, he held it in his left hand as a knife. Then he moved his body vigorously, and his right hand reached the gun-like object in the gravel not far away.

The sound of Chi Chi Lala crawled into his ears.

After the slight noise, a cold female voice sounded near the right ear: "Preliminary confirmation, the target body is active. No communication structure is detected, the serial number is missing, the registration information is missing, the minimum permission is opened, and 10 basic defenses are provided."

Thin blue lines flashed across the blood-stained metal sheet, and a few thin feet stretched out.

It broke away from Ruan Xian's left hand, which could not use much strength, and quickly climbed to the position of the heart, then mercilessly stabbed the thin metal feet into the skin and clawed it tightly.

Ruan Xian snorted.

In the next instant, black cloth flowed out like a liquid from the edge of the metal. They quickly wrapped his upper body, then his legs, his feet. The whole process took no more than three seconds, and the effect looked a bit ordinary - he just had a fitted sleeveless top and loose trousers for ease of movement. The thing that wraps the feet is not even a shoe, at most a pair of thin socks.

Monsters don't care whether their snacks are multi-layered or not. It split open its mouth hidden in its feet, and viscous saliva dripped from its everted mouthparts.

The situation was urgent, and Ruan Xian did not intend to devote any energy to sighing and amazement.

Regardless of the origin of this strange suit, it at least helped him solve the most important problem at the moment. The sturdy, lightweight fabric isolates sensitive skin from the outside world, leaving the body instantly relaxed. With the strength of his arm, he successfully grabbed the gun-shaped machine into his hand.

It seems that his luck has not run out.

The concentration of attention is abnormal, and the thinking is unprecedentedly clear. The machine in his hand did not have any convoluted design, Ruan Xian stopped breathing, and the countless details and inferences he had observed were intertwined in his mind. As a top researcher, he figured out how to use this thing almost instantly.

Remaining leaning on the concrete slab, Ruan Xian pointed his gun directly at the monster.

"Come on, take a gamble." He grinned, showing his first smile after waking up.

The light was weak, and the monster danced and moved, but Ruan Xian had never seen it so clearly. The hard thorns on the black feet are very dazzling, and in the gaps of the feet, long crab-like eyes quietly stick out, and he can even see the flesh folds where the eyeballs are connected. Not to mention the chewing mouthparts that split in all directions and are black and red in color.

Attacking the eyes is a good idea, but the arm that has not recovered is not good enough, and cannot perform too fine movements. Ruan Xian hesitated for a moment and decided to choose a more secure option.

He simply pulled the trigger.

The gunshots weren't loud, and the recoil was barely bearable. The gap between the bullet and what he remembered was very obvious - Ruan Xian hit a thick joint gap, but what was left was not a blood hole, but an explosion of fire.

The leg was directly blown off, and pus-yellow mucus sprayed all over the floor.

As calculated, the heavy body of the monster lost its balance in an instant and fell to the ground. Compared to the simple interference he had predicted, the power of the weapon in his hand far exceeded his expectations. However, its endurance seems to be inversely proportional to its power.

Maybe it's rusted inside, maybe it's damaged. After a blow, thin blue smoke diffused from the gap of the weapon, a few strings of sparks bounced around the gun body, and the sizzling sound of metal melting penetrated into his ears.

Looking at the destructive power just now, the risk of another shot is too high. If this thing blows up, it's a lot of fun.

The monster whose legs were cut off went mad, Shang's complete toes were wedged into the ruins, and rushed towards Ruan Xian with a roar. Ruan Xian clenched the scrapped weapon in his hand, found a suitable slope, and rolled to a relatively flat place.

While chasing, the monster stretched out its long feet and stabbed him frantically. The closest time, the sharp toes almost slashed his scalp.

Everything in front of you is spinning fast.

He was about to roll off this slope soon, and although he became more and more proficient in the control of his arms, he still couldn't stand up immediately. Activities are not easy, physical strength is limited, he does not have the capital to deal with this thing for too long. At that time, if you can't use strength to escape, you will have no chance of winning if you can only crawl.

After glancing at several metal can-like devices not far away, Ruan Xian quickly came up with an idea.

After rolling to the edge of the ruins, he propped up his body, caught a glimpse of the monster's movements out of the corner of his eyes, and spontaneously crawled towards the wall with a row of metal cans embedded in it. The monster followed, dragging its broken foot and continuing to attack frantically.

It's now.

The moment Ruan Xian leaned back on the metal can, the monster's sharp feet slammed down, just stuck in the gap between the two metal cans. He took the opportunity to crawl away from the monster and threw the scrapped weapon in his hand—

The scrap gun slammed into the metal can, changed its trajectory, and rubbed the handle of another gun not far away. The latter slid down the concrete slab and stopped just within Ruan Xian's reach.

Holding the gun tightly, Ruan Xian raised his upper body and looked around quickly, not even letting go of the rotten ceiling.

It's not that there are no other weapons around him, but they all look badly damaged and can only be used as backup. Picking a random one and keeping it in his left hand, Ruan Xian clasped the gun that slid beside him with his right hand.

"...It's better to hit a fixed target."

This time the gun is less powerful, but more than enough.

Four shots were fired, and the slime splattered. Ruan Xian successfully shattered the monster's eyes, but the last two shots did not hit the monster's body-he raised the muzzle and shot towards the darkness above his head.

The sound of gunfire was followed by a cracking sound. With the sour metal pulling sound, several large steel plates fell from the ceiling, hitting the monster's soft abdomen. The impact this time is not something that the thick soft leather can resist. The monster's deformed abdomen was smashed to a pulp, and the internal liquid slowly flowed out from the edge of the steel plate.

It struggled a few times and finally stopped moving.

Ruan Xian lay back on the ground and gasped for a few minutes until his heart stopped beating like it was about to break his ribs.

Now is the time to find out.

After resting for about ten minutes, he made a face at the dark ceiling, raised his upper body with his arms, and then carefully examined his left wrist—just inside his wrist, three small moles lay quietly, with a few thin lines. The scars lie nearby.

Although the state of the skin is very different, this is indeed his body. Never mind the mole, if it was some kind of reconstructed body, no one would bother to restore a scar.

Ruan Xian looked at his wrists for a while, then rolled up his loose trouser legs and checked his legs.

The legs were also unfamiliar to him.

There were no papules and pigmentation all over the skin, no severe joint pains that plagued him, no veins bulging out of weakness. His legs looked very healthy, long and straight, with well-proportioned muscles.

Even aside from the effects of illness, someone who has been in a wheelchair for more than a decade should not have such healthy legs.

Perhaps this is nothing to most people, but Ruan Xian has never experienced the meaning of the word "health" in his twenty-eight years of life.

Everything in front of him was too absurd. If he hadn't been sure that this body belonged to him, Ruan Xian would have begun to wonder if this was an experience project created by the project team next door. Usually, at times like this he should have gone home, made himself a cup of hot goat milk, and summed up the day in front of the screen, as usual.

... today's summary.

Ruan Xian lowered his trousers and frowned, his temples tingling.

Except for the occasional small collapse sound from the monster, the entire underground space was very quiet. The sun is about to go down and it's getting darker here. Ruan Xian rubbed his temples and began to dig memory fragments from the depths of his mind.

Dry flowers in the lounge, unfamiliar assistants with their heads bowed, quarrels, muzzles fitted with silencers, and the impact of a heavy object hitting them head on. Fragments of memories floated around in his mind, making him a little nauseous.

If I remember correctly, before losing consciousness, he was indeed hit in the head by a bullet.

That man shoots so well, and he doesn't have a metal plate implanted in his skull, it's impossible to survive a gunshot of that magnitude. Even if there is a 1 in 100,000,000 chance that he really has shit luck, the other party will definitely handle the corpse properly to ensure that he is completely dead.

Speaking of dealing with dead bodies...

It is impossible for me to appear outside for no reason. Before falling, he had swept across a worn-out metal container that was out of tune with everything else around him—he recognized it. It was supposed to be in its own lab, honestly serving as a container for nanobots.

Maybe it could give him a clue.

It's a pity that the memory has become blurred, the pain in the temple is terrible, and Ruan Xian is nauseated for a while. An unpleasant heat is rising from his limbs, and his mind is chaotic uncontrollably, making it impossible for people to think smoothly.

After crawling through the few dead bones of the underground ruins, he finally dragged himself to a dry and clean corner, with his back against the corner of the wall, and clinging to a corpse that had long since decayed.

After adjusting his emotions for a while, and pinching himself a few times, Ruan Xian barely managed to stay awake, but unfortunately it didn't do much for his psychological construction. The limbs started to become heavy and sore. He touched around subconsciously, and something that felt good suddenly rolled into the palm of his hand.

A metal can. See the description is food, the shelf life of a full fifty years.

"From now on, you're... I think, forget it, you're a can, and I need someone to talk to. Seriously, this environment isn't good for mental health at all."

Ruan Xian picked up a piece of metal and made a crooked smile on the can.

"Well, now let me take a good look at the person next to me. Speaking of which, the last time I saw the body was..."

He stopped muttering and did not continue. Just by taking advantage of the light that has not completely disappeared, carefully observed the corpse with its wide open mouth as if it was roaring.

Judging by the environment and the degree of decay, the body had been there for at least two years. There are no obvious signs of gnawing on the corpse, and there should not be many beasts and mice here. Looking at the damage to the bones, 80% of the dead were killed by some kind of hot weapon.

"Okay, at least there are no beasts, it's safe here." He muttered to the can in his hand, continuing to examine the body.

The clothes on the corpse were unfamiliar, somewhat similar to loose military uniforms. A rotten and disfigured hand was resting on the purse. Ruan Xian observed it carefully, but did not find a hexagonal armor similar to himself.

Taking a deep breath, he carefully moved the corpse's hand aside, and slowly ripped open the dirty buckle on his pocket. There's not much inside, just a metal box the size of a cigarette pack and a few odd little devices.

Ruan Xian carefully took them out and placed them on the wall.

One of the can-sized pillars looks familiar. He remembered seeing it from other researchers, and it seemed to be some kind of lighting device, not an unknown bomb or something.

No one is in a good mood enough to put a handy handle on a bomb.

Ruan Xian held it in his hand, studied it up and down for a while, and finally unscrewed it along the gap in the middle.

The warm light of sunlight instantly dispels the darkness, and with the handle at the end of the column, it looks very similar to a small lantern. After the lighting tool is activated, the side of the small cylinder by the handle lights up, the countdown to the second is displayed next to the "Remaining Time", and the current time is carefully marked in small print.

【March 16, 2107 19:23】

Although he was a little mentally prepared, there was still a buzzing sound in Ruan Xian's mind.

For me, "today" should have been April 21, 2095.

Yes, he should know. The ruins of the floor tiles under his feet are familiar patterns, the strange metal container on the surface is something from the laboratory, and the remaining decorations here are also terrifyingly familiar.

Not to mention the signs of letters and Chinese characters in the remaining parts of the ruins in the light of the lantern.

This is his laboratory, at least it used to be his laboratory.

But no matter how he looked at it, it was far from the unusually clean place in his impression that could make all obsessive-compulsive disorders and cleanliness feel comfortable, and it was obviously completely remodeled.

twelve years.

However, he didn't even have the strength left to be surprised. The feeling of soreness all over the body became stronger and stronger, and the lantern in his hand was extremely heavy. Not to mention normal thinking, dark spots that appeared before he fainted had begun to appear in front of his eyes.

Ruan Xian retracted himself into the corner, the boundless exhaustion and anxiety were suppressed, and the feeling of collapse enveloped him. After thinking for a moment, he moved his legs to the clean ground to stay away from the corpse.

After leaning back on his body, Ruan Xian tightly wrapped the plastic sheet pulled from the nearby ruins.

"I have to get a good night's sleep." The can was not far away, and the smiling face was facing him. Ruan Xian solemnly whispered to it. "...then figure out what the hell this is all about."

He forced himself not to look at the corpses around him, ignoring the human bones that could be seen all over the floor. After holding several relatively intact guns in his arms, Ruan Xian extinguished the lantern.

Five or six kilometers away, three figures shuttled through the woods.

"Brother Zhang's news didn't come. Didn't he say it, he should report to us before sunset." The one who spoke was a flat-headed youth in a camouflage T-shirt. "Brother Chi, do we have to go take a look? If something happens to this..."

"It's close to the 'Wild Graveyard', it's normal. Old Zhang is probably in trouble and avoids the limelight... Don't worry, it's more important to find your parts and find more than anything else." The older man snorted. Stick with the branches in your mouth.

"Yes, do you want 231 to take a look?"

"Hey, you kid, I haven't seen a mother-in-law like you in the base. Without 231, I was attacked to block you?"

"But the boss said we can't get too close to the 'Wild Graveyard'—"

"Shut up. 231, camp."

The man known as "Brother Chi" spat out the branches in his mouth and wiped his mouth: "Alas, every time I see this thing, I blame others. You say how good Lao Li's team is, at least it looks like She's a pretty girl, here we have this... hey, let's not mention it."

While Brother Chi was chatting, the third figure a few steps away from the two finally moved.

At first glance, it was a young man with delicate features. The face is handsome, the complexion is fair, and there is no sense of aggression. He is smiling brightly, his temperament is clean and soft, and he feels a bit like a white bed sheet warmed in the sun, which is very easy to let people off guard.

However, over time, the sense of disobedience was revealed—the smile remained motionless, like it was printed on the face, or part of a dead mask.

"Yes, the str-y type 307a231 is at your service." He replied mildly, his articulation extremely standard.

"Alas." Brother Chi sighed again and turned around. Straightening the lantern in his forehand, he continued to look around. "Next time I have to report to the above, this kind of android should be exchanged every once in a while, or maybe a police one?"

The two continued to work on their own affairs, and the androids who received the instructions simply set up tents and arranged cooking and animal repelling devices.And within a few seconds of the two people turning their backs on each other, "231" stopped moving.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the "Wild Graveyard".

In just a few seconds, the bright smile on "231"'s face disappeared instantly, and he raised his face with a thoughtful expression.