Survival for All: Evolution from the Low End of the Food Chain

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in dark space.

Song Chen sighed.

"You guys have raised your voice so high, I can't pick it up."

Sun Tian's words were still echoing in his mind, that extreme meaning repeatedly plucked Song Chen's brain.

After a while, Geng Biao's words came out again.Kill, block, kill.

Two kinds of personality forces are impacting Song Chen.

A little bit of a barrier in his brain was worn away.

The soul is ready to move.

Song Chen felt where his soul was.

The soul is feeling the call of power.

An ancient gene is awakening.

It is the ten thousand year old gene that will never wake up without repeated stimulation of hopelessness.

A gene that is almost impossible to wake up.

Inside Song Chen's body.

Active again.

It begins to secrete a substance, which spreads throughout the body and also pours into the brain.

The soul absorbs this substance.

The soul suddenly exerted its strength and broke through the barrier.

Soul, I feel it by the Lord of Arial!

Chapter 123 Carry Me Out

Want to control it, but not very skilled yet.

However, that strong self has already appeared.

The soul is trying to touch Song Chen's character breath.

fail.

The soul returns to its original position.

Controlling the soul is tiring.

At this time, in the entire dark space, came a slow voice.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

?

Is it my time?

"Carry me out."

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District Six.

When the fourth day begins.

The ecosystem begins to wither.

Bees and butterflies no longer dance.

The insects also died one after another.

The fruit begins to rot and falls to the ground.

The fungus becomes stale, dry and hard, and inedible.

Prosperity fell from a height overnight.

Resources are decreasing at a cubic rate.

The people who worked were not as energetic as the day before.

Of the ten trees cut down, half were infested with worms.

Can only be used as dead branches.

There are a large number of maple trees in the sixth district, and in the early morning of this day, they all turned red.

Intense and dazzling, revealing the breath of late autumn.

It's also like painting the sixth district with blood.

Other leaves are also starting to turn yellow.

Large tracts of fallen leaves were swirling.

Paved the ground with a golden color.

The ground is red.

Below the ground is yellow.

The two most dazzling colors announce the end of the season.

This is the reflection of time and space.

This is the inevitable trend of all things.

However, it came too hastily.

too strong.

Qian Laoman looked out the window, at the falling leaves.

I don't know what to do.

Maybe there is only one thing waiting in his heart: Song Chen wakes up.

This is too damn sleepy.

Fortunately, he was still breathing, and would talk in his sleep from time to time.

"Qian Da, the blind man is attacking."

A leader came over.

Qian Laoman knew about this.

When all districts were attacked by black blind men, how could the sixth district be spared.

"How many?"

"Ten thousand."

Qian Laoman's hair almost stood on end.

Oh shit.

From thirty to ten thousand.

This is from tenth to first.

From the thousandth to ten thousand.

This is from second to first.

For the first place in survival rate, is it so ruthless?

There are now less than 2000 people in the sixth district.

Beating black and blind people is equivalent to one beating five.

However, the people in their own district have no fighting power at all.

Sun Tian's elite group does not exist.

Geng Biao's steel team does not exist either.

The sixth district has only one advantage: more people.

However, the facts in other districts have proved that if it is not well-trained, relying on a large number of people is not enough.

What's more, this time it was [-] blind men.

Compared with the quantity, it can't compare.

"Inform everyone, hide what you can hide, hide what you can hide, don't touch hard."

"it is good."

The team leader sent a message in the hungry chat.

Really not, there is no one who can fight.

The only hope lies in Lord Song.

However, he was still asleep.

"The blind men rushed in! They broke through the thorns!"

Another leader rushed in, his face turned pale with fright.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Qian Laoman looked at Song Chen's sleeping face.

"Carry me out."

Song Chen uttered a dream.

"Lord, what did you say?"

Qian Laoman and the two leaders immediately leaned over and listened carefully.

"Carry me out."

This trick again?

The last time Song Chen got rid of insects in his dream is still vivid.

This time, he wants to drive away the black and blind, can it work?

Whether you can do it or not, it’s up to you.

"Both of you, carry him, up!"

The two leaders went up to carry Song Chen.

He couldn't lift it.

It is said that people are heavier when they are dead than when they are alive, and it seems to be true.

Ah bah, no, the lord is not dead.

"I come."

Qian Laoman bent down, picked up Song Chen, and put him on the grand teacher's chair.

The two husky pigs didn't even dare to move.

They were trembling with fear from Song Chen's aura.

He didn't even pull up the teacher's chair.

"I come."

Qian Lao slowly put on the rope.

Pulling Song Chen who was sitting on the teacher's chair.

Walk towards the direction where the blind man rushed.

Talk about hunger in Changbai District.