National Games: Zhongli at the beginning, the sense of security is full

The black wall of the road ends where the village appears, but the road does not end.

The road that led several people here passed through this deserted village and spread to the front.

Several people moved on.

Village after village appeared in front of the crowd, and then behind them.

The unchanging roughness and dilapidation can't help but give people a sense of desolation.

"Is there no one there all the time?" Zhao Bingxia glanced at the village he just passed and sighed softly, "I wonder how many villages like this are ahead."

"Yeah," Zhang Daocheng raised his hands to cover his eyes, trying to see further and see the end of the road. "You won't have to wait for others like last time, right?"

"No," Xiao Songqing held up an umbrella, with the dust left when he touched the wall still on his hand, "When we came in, the notification from the National Games system was that a few of us had discovered a special secret realm, and no other entries were mentioned. By."

"Ah? Is that so?" Zhang Daocheng thought for a while, "I just forgot about it."

"Then how long do we have to go, Brother Xiao." Ruan Jiang's ability is fire attribute. Compared with others, he can't stand the hot atmosphere here. He held up the black umbrella and looked at it completely losing his previous motivation.

"Are you okay?" Seeing his look, even Paimon couldn't help but become concerned.

"It's okay, it's just too hot and I'm going to die." Ruan Jiang replied weakly.

Generally speaking, "it's so hot" is used to describe how hot the weather is. It does not mean that the person speaking will be heated to death.

This is what Ruan Jiang means at the moment. He is waiting for Xiao Songqing's answer.

"We can't be sure at the moment," Xiao Songqing said helplessly, "I came in with you, do you think I know everything?"

"But it should be soon."

So is this judgment based on any clues, or is it pure speculation? Xiao Songqing didn't say anything.

But after he finished speaking, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief and trusted his guess.

After Xiao Songqing expressed his judgment, the road ahead did indeed change.

The subsequent village that appeared in front of a group of people was different from the previous ones, and several people found obvious traces of people living in it.

As they moved on, they discovered more.

"Look here!" Zhao Bingxia stood in front of a relatively intact wall and called to her teammates who were exploring elsewhere.

Jiang Yuan, who had nothing special to discover, walked to Zhao Bingxia and saw what the other party found.

There are special patterns painted on that wall.

Those are some simple drawings.

"Is this the sun?" Zhang Daocheng stared at the first painting and guessed, "It looks like he is living happily under the sun."

The patterns on the wall look a little blurry, like random graffiti by immature children.

In the first painting, there is a round sphere with wavy lines at the top, and a smiling expression is painted on the center of the sphere.

Below, there are three stick figures, two large and one small, some with the same expressions as the spheres.

"I think so too," Zhao Bingxia said more carefully, "these three stick figures should be a family of three."

You can’t tell the appearance of the stick figures, but you can tell that the two larger stick figures are a man with short hair as short lines, and a woman with long hair as a few long lines.

The little stick figure between the two stick figures has a few short strands on its head, which is obviously short hair.

Anyone who sees it will immediately guess that this is a happy family of three.

Then, the happiness of this family of three changed in the second painting.

The sun in the sky no longer smiles, which means that the arc of the corners of the mouth has flattened, the wavy lines have become longer, and the curved arcs have become more undulating.

The family of three below stopped smiling and hid in the house.

"It's... the sun is getting hotter, so you went into the room to block the sun?" Ruan Jiang looked at the second painting.

In the third picture, the expression of the sun became completely angry, and the wavy lines on his body became sharp. There were cracks represented by lines on the houses of the three people on the ground. Two big stick figures were lying on the ground, and the small stick figures were lying on the ground. There is an extra drop-shaped pattern on the human face.

"Did the little stickman's parents die from the sun because the weather was too hot?" Pamon was a little sad and a little panicked.

In the last painting, the only big stick figure has a stick-like object in his hand, pointing towards the angry sun.

"Fighting the sun..." Zhou Hu's deep voice sounded. He slightly raised his eyes and tried to look at the sun above the heads of several people.

But even with the current physical fitness of the contestants, they cannot look directly at the color of the sun here.

So he could only lower his head and stare at the pattern depicting a story on the wall.

"What about the follow-up?" Zhang Daocheng walked around the wall in front of him and found no follow-up.

There are only these four paintings on the wall. No other patterns can be found on the back of this relatively complete wall or in other surrounding buildings.

Only the same cracks as in the third painting can be seen.

"Failed." Xiao Songqing looked calm and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Here is the village where the sun has caused no life."

He expressed some of his guesses about these paintings and about this special secret place: "If we can guess based on the paintings on this wall, all human beings in this world have become extinct."

Xiao Songqing turned around and looked at where they came from: "In the beginning, the people here lived over there, in the village we first met, and they lived a happy life."

"For some reason, the temperature of the gentle sun in the sky increased, and people became unable to live and tried to move away from the sun by moving their residences."

"Teacher Xiao, I have a question!" Zhang Daoxiang raised his hand like a student.

"Say." Xiao Songqing glanced at Zhang Daocheng.

"The distance between each village is different. They only moved such a short distance. Can they really be far away from the sun?"

"Maybe not, maybe. After all, I'm just speculating based on the current scene. I can't know the real past." Xiao Songqing did not give a definite answer. "In short, they moved to another place of residence every once in a while, but they couldn't really know the past." Get away from the heat of the sun.”

"The climate gradually became unlivable, and they all died off."

"The person who survived to the end," he raised his hand and pointed at the stick figure who raised his stick toward the sun, "maybe the last group of survivors. They pointed their weapons at the sun that led them to this situation."

Guessing based on the paintings on the wall, this is what Xiao Songqing learned about.

Needless to say, they failed.

Because the sun was hanging high above their heads safely.