From June to December.

Unknowingly, the foggy weather has lasted for more than five months, covering every part of the New World.

Under extremely high humidity, the wasteland can change at any time.

The sky, which was still slightly bright in the early morning, suddenly became darker and thicker as it approached eleven o'clock.

boom!

In an instant, it was like the floodgates were opened.

From the cloudy sky, big raindrops began to fall, hitting the land hard.

The thick fog began to be diluted, dissipating and dissolving into the air like threads.

Going northeast along the Tianyuan territory, in a mountain col in the dense woods, the raincloth covering it was slightly opened.

From the gap, a tired face stretched out, looking helplessly into the distance.

"Hey, Dadong, you brought all the rain in!"

"Oh, sorry."

Pulling the raincloth forward, Tian Dadong apologized repeatedly, but his eyes were still focused on the few remaining footprints on the ground.

That's the direction the migration team left.

Before leaving, Qi Jie promised that he would come back to find them as soon as he found a suitable gathering place.

However, less than 48 hours had passed, and the traces of the footprints had almost disappeared under the wash of rain.

Can they still find their way back?

"Don't look at it, they will definitely not come back."

At the entrance of the cave, another face poked out.

The twisted sores spread from his neck to his chin.

The knotted patterns form groups of frightening flowers, blooming one after another on the surface of the skin.

"Brother Wei, but Chief Qi didn't promise us"

"Don't be naive, Dadong." Wei Xiancao shook his head gently, his eyes full of death: "Qi Jie is a good leader, but he is not a philanthropist. Even if he can really find a gathering place for human beings in this deserted place, where

It’s also impossible to take in a group of patients like us who are infected with hell flowers.”

"But.."

"No but, come back, don't catch a cold." Seeing the hesitation on Dadong's face, Wei Xianchao didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly laughed softly: "I was just like you when I was infected. But these days you

We have also seen that none of the published treatments are effective. Instead of expecting others to help us, we should think about how we ourselves should work hard to survive."

"As long as I can hold on for a day, it's a damn wasteland and a damn game. I don't have the strength to resist anymore anyway."

After saying that, his face retracted.

Dadong opened his mouth, obviously unwilling.

However, after seeing that all the footprints had disappeared, he finally lowered his head.

The raincloth was covered again, and darkness returned to this small space in the col.

Here, twenty-six humans infected with the Hell Flower Virus are huddled in their respective corners and shivering.

The mildest infection is like that of Dadong. In addition to feeling abnormally tired physically, there are no flowers taking root in the exposed skin.

But the most severely infected people had flowers all over their bodies, and even the skin on their faces was wrinkled together.

In the corner of the small space, there was a lot of food and drinking water, as well as an unextinguished fire.

The aura of decadence and despair spread inside, and the sounds of moans caused by pain filled his ears.

Because I was sick and exhausted, I went back to my corner to sit for a while and ate two pickled dried fish.

Dadong felt dazed for a while, couldn't help but closed his eyes and fell into sleep.

In his dream, he imagined that he was back on the small island in the sea again, and would go fishing with the large army every day at dawn.

There is plenty of food there, and there is no need to worry about what the next disaster will be.

However, while he was running barefoot on the beach, the sea in the distance suddenly undulated with waves hundreds of feet high.

Tian Dadong ran as hard as he could, calling for others to run with him.

But the speed of the wave was so fast that a group of people rushed out for several hundred meters before being overtaken and shot high in the sky.

"ah"

With a subconscious exclamation, Tian Dadong was startled and opened his eyes tiredly.

Beside him, Wei Xianchao came over at some point and was gently patting his arm.

"Dadong. Old Liu, Old Liu should be dying."

"Old Liu?"

Looking in the direction of Wei Xianchao's finger, Old Liu, whose last piece of skin was taken over by the Hell Flower yesterday, was already leaning against the entrance of the mountain col.

At this time, although Lao Liu was still conscious, it was obvious that his body could no longer bear it.

The corrosion caused by the Hell Flower Virus has caused holes and erosion all over his internal organs. Even if he returns to Earth and enters the best hospital, there is no way to save him.

In addition, once a person infected with Hell Flower dies, the virus in the body will quickly escape to the surroundings like spores.

In order to prevent the symptoms of other infected people from worsening, in the past, if someone was about to die, they would go out and find a place to die on their own.

This is an unwritten rule and the last song of life.

"Lao Liu has only been infected for a few days, I remember. It hasn't been more than a week, right?"

I saw that Lao Liu was already struggling to get up, trying to open the raincloth and go out.

Tian Dadong was so confused that he quickly turned his head and asked.

"Yes, today is only the sixth day, but he was infected with wind-chill before, and the hell flower aggravated the symptoms of wind-chill."

"Can't be saved?"

"No, the last herbal medicine has been given to him, but the effect is minimal." Wei Xianchao said with pity on his face: "What a pity for a good man like Lao Liu. He shouldn't have been on the Hell Flower. It's all our fault."

There were no countermeasures before, so he was asked to take care of the patients."

On the World Channel, you can see a lot of chat messages discussing the 'Hell Flower' virus.

But those who can discuss this stuff are almost all players in the New World.

Most of the information they heard came from the aboriginal people, and even the treatment methods they heard were half-understood.

This has resulted in humans being extremely blind to the knowledge of hell flowers.

And Lao Liu was one of the victims.

"Forget it, I'll help him out."

"Be careful and don't stay near the place he chooses."

Watching Lao Liu fall at the entrance for the third time, the people next to him looked helpless.

Dadong coughed lightly, stood up and walked over.

"Thank you."

Supported by a pair of big hands, Liu, who was over fifty years old, struggled to turn his head, and a smile appeared on his terrifying face.

After lifting the raincloth, the two of them stooped and walked out under everyone's gaze.

The rain stopped slightly.

Tian Dadong took a first look at the traces on the ground. What was disappointing was that all the footprints had disappeared.

A sheet of mud covered all the ground, mixed with leaves that had been knocked down by the rain.

He began to no longer expect Qi Jie to bring people back. After all, the jungle terrain was too complex, and it was impossible for people who went out to return the same way.

Noticing Tian Dadong's expression, Lao Liu didn't understand.

But at this time, he could hardly think of any words of comfort in his mind.

The fear of imminent death has started to cause adrenaline to surge.

The shaky steps also began to become steady.

The two of them walked aimlessly, and after about ten minutes, they stopped.

Judging from the surrounding scenery, there is almost no difference between this place and the mountain col just now. It is still a maze-like forest.

"My child, just let me stay here alone. It's time for you to go back."

He casually found a tree root to support himself and sat down. His face was ashen, and he obviously had no desire to talk anymore.

It is said that fallen leaves return to their roots, but in this strange world, it is difficult to find even a burial place.

After taking a deep look at this scene, Dadong sighed.
To be continued...