Ten Days End

The ground monkey saw that all the "zodiac animals" nearby had almost scattered like birds and beasts, and he actually stayed where he was.

To be precise, he stayed among many "participants".

He was still hesitating, but someone had already started fighting with the "heaven level".

Occasionally, there would be rebellious people who were not afraid of death on the "train", but no one had ever really fought with the "heaven level".

The current situation was closer to the final victory than any other time.

"Colorful... quail..."

The ground monkey frowned and thought about this statement carefully. Whose strange pet was this?

Or was it a totem, a symbol or a secret code?

It was a pity that there was no way to ask the ground tiger now. The sound of fighting kept coming from the open door, and it sounded like the battle was fierce.

This was a battle involving "heaven level", and normal people would stay away from it.

"Oh right..."

The ground monkey looked around at the people nearby and found that the white snake that appeared with him earlier had left without knowing when, leaving him alone standing here aimlessly.

He knew that although he had clues, saw the cracks and confirmed his teammates, he really didn't know what everyone was doing, and he just barely knew his goal.

"Brother Ding, since you like to gamble, then I'll bet with you." The cold voice echoed in his mind, "I bet with you that the crack will definitely appear. If I win, you will do something for me."

"What is it?"

"I want you to destroy the "door" of the "Heaven Level" room."

The ground monkey's memory stopped abruptly, and he looked up at the corridor. Now the "participants" were still queuing to get on the bus. After they got on the bus, they followed two different waves of people to the left and right sides, one heading to the "front of the bus" and the other heading to the "get off the bus", as if they were just here for sightseeing.

Unfortunately, the scattered corpses in the distance made these people feel that this tour was extremely dangerous, and they needed to find ways to get "echoes" here as much as possible.

The ground monkey sighed and looked at the direction where the human monkey left just now.

The human monkey student of the ground tiger was so clever that he couldn't help but think of his own human monkey student.

But something seemed to have gone wrong. It had long passed the time when the "zodiac" went off work, and the child had not come to report to him so far.

It was so chaotic outside today... Did it affect him?

A simple game of taking the "way" from a box, and the child had magic tricks, so why couldn't he come back...?

The ground monkey quickly put away his thoughts and set off in the direction of the front of the car. Passing by the room where the ground tiger was fighting, the ground monkey turned his head and took a look. He wanted to find an opportunity to ask a few more questions, but there was no big white tiger in the room.

There was only a big red tiger and a child covered in blood.

Now, let alone asking him about the quail, the only thing he could hope for was that he would not die in the next few minutes, otherwise the teammate he had just recognized would disappear.

…

Black Sheep led the "extreme" people through Qinglong's room and turned to the cargo hold.

Theoretically, the "train" is a long space composed of sections of carriages and countless "doors", but it is only in a "T" shape at the end of the corridor.

It is divided from the left and right here, forming two forks. The one on the right leads to all the "heaven-level" rooms or offices, while the one on the left leads to the "cargo hold".

A few dozen meters ahead of the "cargo hold" door, there seems to be another lonely "door", and no one knows what it is used for.

The hearts of the "extreme" people have been in their throats. They thought that there would be many difficulties along the way, but the actual situation is that there is no one to stop them. Even if a few "earth-level" people saw the mighty dozens of people, no one took action.

"Zhichun...what's going on?" Jiang Ruoxue looked at the corridor with a look of fear, "Are we too smooth?"

Even if Jiang Ruoxue didn't say it, Yan Zhichun had the same feeling. It seemed that there were many external forces acting on the "train", which formed the current weird situation from all aspects.

The "Heaven Level" did not show up, the "Earth Level" was unwilling to interfere, and now even the "Human Level" was trying to take off his mask.

"This can only mean..." Yan Zhichun replied, "This "train" was sent on the track, and everything is going according to plan. They can only stop us, not the "train." "

The black sheep pushed open the door in front of him. This is an iron door that is different from other rooms. It is about two meters high, gray-brown, and rusty on the surface.

Inside the door is a row of stairs extending downwards, which looks like a basement. The end of the stairs gradually becomes dark and extends into the invisible nothingness.

"Weekend..." Yan ZhichunYelled, "What did Xiaoxiao say?"

"Tsk, that's strange..." Weekend frowned and said, "I feel like my voice was indeed transmitted to Xiaoxiao, but she hasn't said a word so far."

"What about the others..." Yan Zhichun asked again, "Ling Qin, Zheng Yingxiong, can these two be contacted?"

"Outrageous." Weekend shook his head and said, "I didn't expect this to be the case, so I didn't contact Ling Qin and Zheng Yingxiong in advance."

"Okay, it doesn't matter." Yan Zhichun said decisively, "This at least shows that Xiaoxiao is still alive, at least I feel relieved."

"But..." Weekend wanted to say something, but always felt that now was not the right time.

Xiaoxiao was obviously alive, but she didn't say a word... Does this mean that the problem is more serious than "death"?

What is she doing? Who else is around her?

Is she... still a teammate of "Jidao"?

"Let me make it clear first." Black Sheep turned around and interrupted everyone's thoughts and said to them, "We have limited time, everyone line up to enter, I'm the last."

"You're the last...?" Old Sun paused, "Wait a minute... Isn't there a "Heaven Level" below? Why don't you go in first and let us go first?"

"I will go in, but I must be the last." Black Sheep said again, "The probability of death for those who reach the "cargo hold" first is indeed very high. Those who are afraid of death can stand back. If there are those who want to escape directly, that's fine."

After hearing this, Old Sun felt that there was something wrong with this statement. Not only would it greatly shake the morale of the "extreme", but it would also increase the sense of crisis in everyone's hearts. He could only say:

"This is not a matter of "fear of death", right... Your statement is like asking us to "die". None of our people are afraid of death, but we can't be used as bait."

"The next situation will be worse than "bait." Black Sheep said coldly, "You may be a gun, a shield, or a live target. If you can't make this psychological preparation, you'd better leave now. ”