Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 53 Corpse
"You dug the foundation of this museum?"

"I don't know, I haven't studied architectural engineering."

Hancock helped the disgraced Dumbledore to follow He Gang, and it took them a little effort to get out from under the pile of construction waste.

bang-

A metal bottle rolled from nowhere, making a crisp sound.

Three people are repairing on the road.

Their expressions are heavy.

"No, there's nothing at the bottom of this building but the deep-buried urban drainage system of New York City."

"Exactly, nothing but a clean brood of alligators."

Hancock interrupted He Gang.

He accidentally trampled to death several crocodiles while digging down.

In this world, as long as it is not "polluted", everything is clean.

It is also unknown what the cause of the pollution and the source of the pollution are.

It seems that all existing substances in the world, as long as they are macroscopic, cannot escape the end of being polluted.

Like a test that emanates into everything.

If the test fails, it is contaminated.

If the test passes, it will be regarded as prey by the filth.

There is a huge granite block below the seventh floor. It is next to the New York Bank vault. This situation is normal.

They circled the entire granite block only to find drains that had been clogged.

It can only be said that it is fortunate that it does not rain much in New York.

"I remember we heard the rain just now."

Dumbledore interrupted the two with a frown.

he looked around,
"And... the fog seems to have cleared."

Hearing this, He Gang and Hancock also became vigilant.

Facts have proven time and time again that any strange things that exist in this world are related to filth, or to the demons and angels of the biological sequence "old days".

He Gang has not seen such a clean street for a long time.

It's not that there are no debris, on the contrary, every inch of the street here is covered with crushed viscera and dried viscous liquid.

Just plain empty.

empty in the air.

The slightly humid air was free of those tiny inexplicable particles that were densely covered in the gray mist, and it was washed into the lungs. Although it had a strong smell of blood, it really made He Gang suddenly feel relaxed all over his body.

"Those hickory trees seem to be dead."

Hancock lightly kicked the landscape tree that originally stood at the entrance of the museum. The old tree, who didn't know how many years ago, made a creaking sound and then slowly collapsed.

When it fell, a horde of night-gaunts that had been hiding in the shadows in a special form ran out screaming like groundhogs, and hid in the shadows of the other hickory trees.

Rare situation.

Generally speaking, the probability order of contamination should be animals greater than plants greater than bryophytes greater than inorganic matter.

And even if the pollution fails, it will be reduced to a semi-pollutant at most.

Pollution sources are also not fatal.

But these hickory trees.

Looking from both sides of the block, He Gang extended to the corner of the street, all withered, cracked, and dead.

A huge breath of death enveloped the entire area.

"How about we go back first, move the Statue of Liberty directly, and drive out all the filth here?"

He Gang made a suggestion.

He was cowardly.

The negative seven floors are negative seven floors, anyway, this is not a good life.

Although Hancock is a diamond rank, he is indeed inferior in this world. Although most of the filth is purely materialistic creatures like zombies, aliens, or monsters, some filth is conceptual creatures.

They have some extremely harsh trigger conditions, such as the base sculpture of the fountain in Central Park, which can trigger the apocalypse.

The conceptual filth might not be strong, but it's so weird that even Hancock would find it tricky.

Think about it, with his more than 300 dual attributes, if it is a world copy of pure physical power, at least it can help survivors dominate a continent in a short period of time.

But in this world dungeon, even if his dual attributes can reach double five hundred, it will be difficult to achieve this.

After all, even if a weird dual-attribute concept of filth is only in the single digits, what if its trigger event is some kind of awakening ritual of a dormant filth?

Or some filth has no substance at all, and is purely an attack on the spirit and dreams. How should Hancock deal with this attack?

It seemed that he had heard what He Gang said.

Dense, chaotic and piercing whispers sounded from all directions, and the collapsed buildings behind them seemed to be wriggling, twisting, and jumping like internal organs, making puff puff puff sounds.

"Call God for protection."

Dumbledore immediately summoned a huge phoenix patron saint.

And a big cat-like thing.

Zou Wu.

Following Travis' actions these days, this benevolent beast in oriental mythology has already pulled its level above 20, and its dual attributes are quite impressive.

But as soon as he landed on the ground, Zou Wu showed an angry dark color, and his mottled hair stood on end, circling around the three of them anxiously like a frantic lion.

"The Zouwu is very sensitive to evil, and it thinks we are at the center of some kind of evil vortex."

Dumbledore explained.

Hancock stood in front of the two:

"I have fought many evils before, including smashing the world's largest illegal drug market, when their armed forces could even repel the national regular army of a South American country."

Those chaotic whispers finally broke into shrill flute after an uneasy sense of dizziness.

It seems to be playing a piece of music that should not be heard by humans at all.

Negative emotions such as hesitation, sadness, regret, pain, hatred, etc. immediately occupied the minds of the three of them.

Only by firmly relying on the patron saint of the phoenix can this situation be alleviated a little.

"It's like being stuffed into Azkaban with increased wards and having your wand confiscated."

Dumbledore distributed the chocolate frogs to He Gang and Hancock.

Not even a dementor could spread such fear into the air.

At this time, the sky suddenly brightened.

Accompanied by the elevation of the huge shadow, the terrifying and strange moon with facial features and internal organs appeared high in the sky.

It is so large and so close to Earth that it can completely change the tides of the entire planet.

When the shadow covering here was pulled to the highest, He Gang covered his mouth.

That's not some goddamn rain cloud!

Corpse!

Countless living corpses, men, women, children, old people, civilians and dignitaries, rich businessmen and homeless people, were all distorted in strange ways, and forcibly bonded together with flesh and blood, forming an incomparably huge Irregular lumps of flesh with chaotic shapes.

Countless!

Some of them were even howling.

Some are still crying.

Some are still trying to pluck out their bodies that have been crushed and fused with another!
Countless people were blended together in such an extremely violent way.

vomit--

No wonder there was a strong smell of blood.

He said, the filth that had been dead for so long, even the residue was eaten by rats, and the blood was licked, how could there be bloody smell.

(End of this chapter)