(Recommended a book, Dai Xiaolou's "The Great Ming Spring". It is indeed well written. Although the plot is slow, it is very interesting.)

Ruins are treasures buried with rich resources.

There are too many usable materials and road facilities available for utilization. Although most of the items left over from the old era have been scrapped, there is still room for excavation and use. [bsp;   The steel bars and scrap iron in the wreckage of the building are restored to the furnace, which are the best metal materials. The scrapped vehicles piled up on the streets, and the chassis parts are cleaned by grease, so that they can be pieced together to produce good performance mechanical devices. Power plants and other energy supply facilities, which can be repaired and renovated, and replaced with certain components, can still continue to operate...c.c. The wasteland world is short of everything, and things that can be utilized must not be given up easily.

With the preliminary cleaning of three small-scale ruins in succession, Lin Xiang also got a very surprising result from the reports of his subordinates... The radiation content inside the ruins is actually far less intense than that of imagined. Its strength and stretch are weaker than some areas in the peripheral area. The only explanation for this incredible conclusion. "." " is that the mutated creatures living in the deep part of the ruins absorbed too much radiation energy and used their own bodies to complete the entire process that the ruins could have been purified for hundreds of years.

This is just an unverified guess. However, combining existing intelligence and various known data is the most closest inference to facts.

"I.c.c.. need more evidence."

Strolling on the cracked asphalt road, Lin Xiang murmured this sentence gently. His blurred eyes had passed through the ragged skeleton-like tall buildings, directly staring at the streets in the distance filled with messy gravel and vehicle wreckage c

Here is a very large ruin marked with the "s991" serial number on the Empire map. However, Lin Xiang knew that in the old days, there was another name here, Zhengzhou.

Compared with the three small ruins that have been cleaned up, the "concave" is far more than dozens of times in size. Standing on the edge of the broken city, Lin Xiang couldn't help but feel a strong repulsive against the potential threat. This means that deep in the ruins, there are mutated creatures that are as powerful as himself and even more terrifying as him.

However, no one could persuade him to stop his steps. The emperor's supreme authority, the most powerful man in the Longteng Empire, could not explore the parasitic generals of actual power. "." He had too many reasons to make those loyal subordinates shut their mouths honestly, and could only wait anxiously and nervously on the periphery of the ruins, silently waiting for his return.

There are so many unsolved mysteries in this world.

To find the answer, you must first have the strength to correspond to it or exceed the mystery itself. This contrasting relationship can be understood as science or as a comparison of simple power. But no matter which one it is, Lin Xiang feels that he already has it.

Ruins and severe radiation areas should be the most mysterious areas on the earth. There is almost no one who can enter there, and there is no detailed report. Even in the eyes of refugees and even mobs, it is just synonymous with "death".

The greater the power he holds, the more secrets he knows. However, Lin Xiang carefully read the information files of various wasteland forces, including the Skeleton Knights, and found no detailed records of "living zombies". This terrible creature that once swept across the earth almost disappeared in the wasteland world. Except for occasionally being able to see all biological energy exhausted in the corners of wilderness and valleys, they can only drive their bodies with the most basic desires. They eat almost everything, from the most common mutant giant rats to insects such as ants, plant leaves and stems, and even the remains of previous humans that have calcified. Feeling." c. It seems like a group of human-shaped gluttons swarming from the hungry ghost world, with their teeth almost all falling and their shriveled mouths, desperately searching for everything that may be regarded as food.

The empire has begun to show its scale. It has sufficient food production, a complete mechanical manufacturing system, and its population and military components are very stable. In addition, it uses mutant power as the basis for rule. "c.c In summary, the Longteng Empire is much more stable than any country in human history. Of course, the premise of all this is that the emperor himself will survive forever and become the target of firmly occupying the golden throne and worshipping by everyone.

Lin Xiang always had a hint of potential worry in his heart... He knew that he was not a truly omnipotent god. Although he had Claude's blood, the ability that Captain Sock called "prophecy" was too illusory. Indeed, in some specific occasions, some blurry and meaningless images will appear in the brain subconscious. They are all displays of something "future". Just like when humans are sleeping, they often "see" some familiar and unfamiliar images in their dreams. Some may be experienced, but they only have vague memories of the general scene, but cannot be changed, or they should be said to not know how to deal with the facts being experienced. In contrast, the "prophecy" in Lin Xiang's brain is much clearer and more able to grasp the initiative and continuity.

He has seen living zombies more than once in his "dream". It is definitely not a repetition of the tragic memories of the old era, but a story in the background of the wasteland. There are vast wind and sand in the sky, and there are also dilapidated buildings that are crooked and crumbling in the ruins. The main part of it is still one after another after hundreds of years, with completely atrophy of muscles and almost no moisture. The skin is only wrapped around the surface of the bones. In the depths of the hollow eye sockets, only a few visual nerves can barely play a role, and a thin zombie like a living skeleton.

The stability of the empire has two threats that must be resolved inside and outside.

The external change refers to the armed forces of the Knights of the Skeleton, the Joint Doctors Association, the Cultivate, and other armed forces.

As for the inside, Lin Xiang has always believed that the ruins that have been unusable for a long time are the nests of powerful mutant creatures, and no one can guarantee that these guys will never leave. Once the food chain is missing, or the growing reproductive group is becoming larger and larger, the original food foundation will completely collapse. "." They are likely to leave the ruins and regard unprepared humans as new hunting targets.

Walking alone on the empty streets, as the sight extends, the increasingly complex and dilapidated buildings, more and more vehicle wreckage, and human remains scattered on the ground, began to become the main components that filled Lin Xiang's eyes. The air emitted a faint smell of rotten smell, which seemed to be monster feces everywhere, and it seemed that the dust fleece that settled down over time came from time to time, which meant that the inside of the ruins still contained intense radiation.

The wires hanging from mud poles, stained walls on the surface, dilapidated abandoned houses, and dilapidated city sculptures that were lonely and towering in the strong wind. "." Lin Xiang felt like an explorer wandering in fairy tales. These once familiar things have already appeared in a semi-resisting strangeness deep in his heart. They seem familiar, but they seem to have never seen them before. They can make him feel a little curiosity to continue exploring, and at the same time they have an inexplicable fear.

The footprints extend little by little towards the depths of the city. No one is quiet. From time to time, empty iron cans and trash cans are blown around by the wind, making a collision sound of "the mouth is a bell". The lightly shaking waste paper and plastic film float back and forth in the streets and alleys, as if the ghost breathing flowed through the middle of the broken and empty building doors and windows, making a terrifying "whimper".

Lin Xiang is very strong... Parasitic will be the most powerful human mutant on the earth at present. Moreover, he can still convert energy into each other without worrying about the special supernatural individuals who have exhausted their energy. However, even he himself doesn't know what he is afraid of. The closer he gets to the depths of the ruins, the more he feels the empty and ethereal life. There is a blank space in his consciousness, and all memories are forgotten at this moment. He can feel the mutant beasts lurking in the underground pipes, and can also detect the hidden shadows of the building, staring at his predators with greedy eyes. However, between fear and surprise, the indifference and cold feeling reoccupies his consciousness. Feeling."

...I am like an anteater walking into an ant's nest. I am hostile and treated as food, but I have a kind of arrogance that is above the biological class and overlooks the arrogant look. The watch needle on my wrist has just walked past the scale of 1:25 noon.

Although it is winter, you can still feel the warmth that passes from behind the radiant clouds. The sky is dark, but it is not as dark as night. The light is probably the biggest nemesis of the ruined creatures. They almost never go out to hunt at this time, but instead curl up in the depths of their nests, waiting silently for the arrival of the most suitable time for activities.

There is no escort. Even Lin Xiang himself didn't know how many mutant creatures were hidden in the ruins of Zhengzhou City? But no matter what, their number was absolutely impossible to compare with those small ruins that had been cleared. He might not be able to kill them all, nor was he a rival to some powerful creatures hidden in the depths of the darkness. However, it is not difficult to escape from the ruins safely under the premise of having energy conversion.

This is a strange city. Even those dilapidated buildings with exactly the same architectural style, Lin Xiang could not feel familiar at all. Perhaps it was because he was already familiar with life in the wasteland world. Perhaps it was because he had forgotten the memories of the old era. Lin Xiang felt that he was walking on another planet. Apart from death and rot, there was no third thing that could be deeply portrayed in the depths of his mind.

He suddenly had a very strange idea that he should enter the city in an off-road vehicle. After all, the speed of walking cannot be the same as the vehicle. Even if he can quickly increase his running speed with parasitics, he will not be able to experience the pleasure of driving a vehicle.

This kind of idea can never become a reality.

Looking at the wreckage of vehicles crowded in the city streets and blocking all the road surfaces without any gaps, Lin Xiang shook his head with a wry smile.

No one knows the traffic burden of that era better than him. During peak traffic periods, crowded vehicles could only travel for a few dozen meters within two hours. This is definitely not a boring joke, but a negative impact of the high development of civilization and economy.

Climbing up to the top of a two-decker bus and feeling the cold cold current that was coming, Lin Xiang stared at the distance and could never have any movement. He sighed deeply like a curved dragon.

In the old era, the permanent population of this ruin once exceeded tens of millions. And they. "."" have become the withered and broken bones scattered between the grass and various wreckages.

This place is very big, and the dispersed thinking consciousness is constantly expanding its search range with Lin Xiang as the midpoint.

Unlike the last time he entered the ruins with the Skeleton Knight, Lin Xiang's consciousness tentacles could stretch further. He had already noticed that in a corner similar to the Balcony in the southwest of the ruins, there were several biological energy individuals completely different from ordinary mutant beasts. Judging from the appearance and form of thinking simulation, it looked very similar to humans.

Instead of turning directly to those doubtful directions, he stood silently on the roof of the car, closed his eyes and searched carefully with the divergent thinking consciousness. "." About six or seven minutes later, he opened his eyes again, and his originally stretched brows slowly frosted.

"What a long life monster." "How could this happen?"

Lin Xiang murmured to himself, jumped down from the roof of the car and landed steadily on the ground. He stood silently for a moment, raised his head, and quickly selected an old building more than 40 stories across the street, and walked quickly towards the entrance of the black and hollow building.

Here, it should be that the entrance to the first floor of the shopping mall in the old era was more than a hundred meters wide. Judging from the dusty glass fragments scattered on the surrounding ground, the floor passage was not so big, but formed after the glass brick wall collapsed and broke. It is no longer possible to distinguish the center of the original color of the marble floor, and the electronic locks with automatic sensing doors can be seen. A net-format roller shutter door collapsed above the top wall, with several messy coils hanging on it, as well as several three or four centimeters square, and still retaining the words "small "invoice supply" such as applying for a certificate, and stickers that can never be connected to the phone number again.

The lobby is very spacious. The counters are still in the old placement format. Some have been overturned, and goods and clothes have fallen on the ground, or have been trampled on and fiddled by some creature. The surface is full of dirty dirt and has been torn into countless tiny threads.

The elevator leading to the second floor still maintains what Lin Xiang remembers. The rubber layer on the handrail has shown signs of liquefaction, and the part facing the ground has been bitten by a long time ago. There are more than a dozen women's high heels falling off the shelves lying beside them. Most of the uppers are falling off, and the leather part disappears and there are clear tooth marks on the flying heel. It seems to be the masterpiece of rodents such as giant rats.

Slowly entering the fourth floor, a man with one finger towards the stairs appeared in the middle of his sight. Lin Xiang was not panicked. He silently walked around from the side and held the other person's shoulder and put it back on the compartment on the side of the ladder... It was a black plastic human model with only a few strips of cloth left on the upper shirt, and it should have been a pair of black trousers underneath. However, except for barely staying on his waist, the list with the "crocodile" logo, the expensive pants had been pulled away without a trace.

There are so many traces left by the old era. Each one can evoke the dusty past in Lin Xiang's heart.

He was like the natives of the Pacific who had just returned to the civilized world. When he cherished the extremely but indifferent side, these relics with a strong atmosphere of the times... They were all precipitated by historical civilization, but there was no need to use or continue to preserve them. Various metal utensils, packaging of ragged cosmetics, moldy and rotten food, and clothes that could not be distinguished from their original appearance."." Even at the shopping exit, he found several settlement machines that still contained change and banknotes. On the wrinkled currency paper, there were still those great men with extremely familiar and majestic smiles. But they could never turn around, just as time could not go back a hundred years ago and let everything go again.

Detecting consciousness, sometimes appearing and sometimes appearing in his mind, Lin Xiang silently crossed the piles of wreckage, climbed up the stairs with intermittent pictures, and slowly approached the roof. He knew very well...the thinking consciousness could not deceive himself, and everything that the brain "sees" was actually the real display. However, it was still difficult, or should be said to be unwilling to believe the scene he had discovered.

That is simply inexplicable and not logical.

With more feet, he was getting faster and faster. He could hardly wait to rush to the roof and see the strange scenes that already existed in the middle of his mind.

The corner of the stairs, the words "forty-two" in a standard printed form are painted in a conspicuous red paint.

It represents the floor where it is currently located and the last high point of the building.
Chapter completed!