The rookie returns and flies in the apocalypse

Zuo Ling did not go forward to check. Instead, he held his breath and moved away.

After waiting for a while and seeing nothing unusual, he turned to look at the person who spoke, "Are you people with special abilities? Were you captured by the Ding family for experiments?"

The man's face was covered with red and white stuff, looking very scary, but he didn't care at all. He looked relaxed, as if he had fulfilled his wish.

He did not answer but asked: "You are... Zuo Ling, and he is Pei Nansheng?"

"You know us?"

The man smiled and said, "Yes, it's well-known. They...always mention you. Well, most of the time they curse you."

His voice was weak, but he tried to speak in a relaxed tone. After he finished speaking, he tried to smile, and the red and white on his face flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Zuo Ling tilted her head, unable to bear to look, and picked up a piece of cloth made of unknown stuff and wiped his face roughly.

The man's eyes brightened a little, and his smile became more obvious. "You are a kind-hearted girl, not quite like what they say."

"You're quite good at talking. Do you want me to let you go?"

Zuo Ling was still on guard.

The light in the man's eyes instantly went out, and he said slowly:

"My body has been broken down by years of experiments. If I leave here, I won't live long."

The room was silent for a moment.

"Why don't I give you a hand?"

Zuo Ling suggested calmly, "I can send you to reunite with your friends. One bullet and everything will be over."

Her tone was as calm as if she was talking about what to eat today.

The man stared at Zuo Ling for a long time, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was smiling, but tears were flowing in his eyes:

"Okay, thank you."

Zuo Ling paused. Was it really not a trap? Were they really just supernatural beings kidnapped by the Ding family for experiments?

"What kind of power do you have?"

Zuo Ling suddenly asked.

The man was stunned, his mind seemed to be unable to react, and it took him a long time to say:

"Water...water power."

Ever since he was captured, his daily routine has either been to have his blood drawn, to drink all kinds of medicine, or to cooperate with unscrupulous doctors in various experiments. He has forgotten that he is a person with super powers.

Zuo Ling unplugged the tubes from his body, untied the shackles, thought for a moment, took out two low-level cyan energy crystals, and threw them to the man:

"While the Ding family has no time to take care of you, run for your lives."

In addition to the man, there were four other people, two men and two women. Their situations were similar to the men. After helping them untie the restraints, Zuo Ling turned around and left without saying a word.

Seeing them, Zuo Ling thought of herself in her previous life, which made her feel very uncomfortable, as if countless thin needles were pricking her head.

As for whether they could escape and survive after escaping, it was not within her consideration.

#34;Wait. #34;

The man suddenly called out to Zuo Ling.

Zuo Ling turned around slowly, her eyes cold.

She saved them because they were in the same situation. She couldn't give them more.

The man shrank back at Zuo Ling's cold and indifferent eyes, but still mustered up the courage to say:

#34;I...I just want to ask, are you going to rescue people? #34;

Zuo Ling remained silent.

The man closed his eyes, as if gathering his strength, #34 "They have been plotting how to deal with you. They knew we couldn't escape, so they didn't shy away from us. They suddenly withdrew, there must be a conspiracy, you must be careful, don't repeat our mistakes." #34

His eyes were sincere. Was he repaying the man who saved his life?

#34;Thank you! #34;

There must be a conspiracy, but they have their reasons for going and cannot retreat.

The two continued to walk deeper into the base. The dead silence made their nerves even more tense. Pei Nansheng was worried about his mother's safety and his anxiety continued to rise.

Noticing that Pei Nansheng was in a bad mood, Zuo Ling patted him on the shoulder and signaled him to calm down.

A gust of wind blew, and sand and stones fell to the ground with a thud. The two of them made evasive movements at the same time. When they saw that it was a small stone falling to the ground, they each breathed a sigh of relief, with fine beads of sweat already oozing out of their foreheads.

After turning a dark path, a sign indicating the direction suddenly appeared in front of us. It stood there alone, like a mysterious guide, carrying a hint of uneasiness.

The arrow on the sign points upwards provocatively, as if asking, do you dare to follow me?

The two looked at each other. The reclusive elder had set a trap for them and was waiting for them to fall into it, and was afraid that they would go in the wrong direction.

Just as Zuo Ling was about to take a step forward, Pei Nansheng grabbed her and said, "Wait here for me. I'll go in and take a look first."

"What if they are waiting to defeat us one by one? Wouldn't it be more dangerous if we separate?"

Pei Nansheng's heart was beating hard, and his eyes were twitching too. He had a bad feeling that he would never be able to turn back once he went there, so he said firmly:

"Listen, we can't all die here, we have to leave someone alive."

Zuo Ling broke free from him, "How about we fight first and then decide who goes?"

The wind blew gently, and the sign swayed slightly, as if urging them to make a decision quickly.

The two of them were in a stalemate, their heartbeats became faster and faster, and the tense atmosphere spread quickly.

After a long while, Pei Nansheng gave up. "Let's go. Just in case... I hope we can have an afterlife. In the next life... we can be born into the same mother's womb and be siblings."

After saying that, he strode towards the direction of the arrow.

Zuo Ling felt like crying. It was already a favor from God to give them a chance to start over. How could they start over again and be reborn into the same mother's womb? It was really a fantasy!

Moving forward in silence, there were signposts appearing ahead. Zuo Ling felt as if he was going down all the time. The air was becoming more and more humid and stuffy.

Every step they took was accompanied by the sound of footsteps echoing in the tunnel, and the whole world was so quiet that it seemed as if only the two of them were left.

The scene became more and more familiar, and I saw that person in the video.

After passing through the winding underground corridor, they saw an iron gate wide open in front of them. The dim light looked like a bloodthirsty monster with a gaping mouth, grinning and waiting for their arrival.

Pei Nansheng's heart almost beat out of his throat as he got closer and closer to his mother. He stopped in front of the iron gate, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm down.

Warm scenes of being with my mother flashed before my eyes. Slowly, my breathing became steady and my mood eased a little.

腐烂、潮湿、酸臭味……各种奇奇怪怪的味道蜂拥而来，左灵不适地捂住鼻子。33?0?5qxs.?0?4m

Pei Nansheng walked straight to the end of the dungeon as if he couldn't smell it.

The low prison door irritated Pei Nansheng. He stretched out his hand, grasped it, and exerted force with his palm. With a click, the lock was broken.

He pushed open the prison door gently, fearing that the noise would make a loud noise and startle the people inside.

A figure was lying in the corner with his back to them, curled up.

It was a small house that was 1.5 meters long, wide and high, with a toilet inside. It was impossible to stand up straight or lie down. Yet my mother stayed in such an environment for ten years.

Tears welled up in Pei Nansheng's eyes. He reached out to pull her away, but Zuo Ling stopped him and said, "Be careful, there might be something fishy going on."

Pei Nansheng was startled and regained some consciousness.

He called softly, "Mom, I'm Nansheng, your Nansheng is here to pick you up."

The people inside didn't move.

Pei Nansheng continued, "Mom, don't you remember me? When I was little, you often called me Sheng'er. Sheng'er loved the rice cakes and fermented glutinous rice balls you made. Sheng'er really wanted to eat the rice cakes and fermented glutinous rice you made..."

"Give...give birth to a child."

The figure moved, and the voice was hoarse and unclear, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

She slowly turned her head, and Pei Nansheng's tears burst out, unable to control them any longer.

"mom……"

Although his mother's voice became louder, Pei Nansheng still recognized it at once. It was his mother.

Pei Nansheng carefully half-dragged and half-carried his mother out of the cell.

My mother's eyes were unfocused, her clothes were tattered and emitting a foul stench.

He kept muttering, "Where's Sheng... Sheng'er, where's my Sheng'er?"

"Yes, I am here. Feel it. Your child is here."

Pei Nansheng took his mother's hand and stroked his cheek.

The woman was immersed in her own world, not listening, not seeing, and muttering to herself: "Sheng...Sheng'er is gone, gone..."

Tears wet his mother's clothes, and Pei Nansheng hugged her tightly in his arms, hoping to give her some warmth and comfort.

However, the mother's body was as stiff as a stone, without any response. Only when she heard the word "give birth to a child" did her eyes reveal a little light, but it was fleeting.

It's obvious that my mother has mental problems.

Pei Nansheng's heart felt like it was pierced by thousands of sharp blades at the same time. He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. He was at a loss and didn't know what to do to help his mother regain consciousness.

I called my mother's name softly, but what I got was completely opposite responses like "Sheng'er is missing, where did Sheng'er go?"

Even though her son was right in front of her, she couldn't recognize the son she once loved so much.

Zuo Ling looked at the surveillance camera above her head. The sooner they left, the safer they would be. But she did not urge them. They had already fallen into the trap. How could the reclusive elder let them go so easily?

Pei Nansheng held his mother's hands. Those hands were dry and thin. He felt that what he was holding was not a hand, but a handful of fragile bones.

He has the ability of fire, and his body temperature is higher than that of ordinary people. However, the body in his arms is abnormally cold, having lost the warmth that a living being should have, and it took a long time to warm up.

She cried so hard that her nose was running. "Help... help me."

Zuo Ling and her daughter have a weak bond and cannot experience the same mother-son love as Pei Nansheng. Seeing him so sad, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

He bent down and was about to examine Pei Nansheng's mother when there was a loud clang behind him. An iron gate made of special material divided the corridor into two.