One hour later.

Wu Xiaode has already flew out of the coastline and flapped his wings and flew on the vast sea.

According to the navigation, it should be almost here.

He looked around and saw a rocky island.

Is it here?

Feiniao took out his cell phone and took a look.

Well, it's here.

He flew down, changed into a man again, and looked around.

I saw that the entire island was only as big as a football field, and there seemed to be nothing except the rocks all over the ground.

strangeness.

It's here!

The Book of the Dead will automatically open, showing a map.????.

It's indeed this island.

On the back of the island there is a striking red mark with words written on it:

"The red mark is the last safe house underground, and its access code is:"

“734876x34235sg12p”

"Locker Password: d76892v19652537"

"Safe House Coordinates: 32°20′ North latitude, 64°45′ West longitude;"

"Underground: rice."

Yes, the target is underground rice!

But how to continue this?

He walked around the island and found the red marking.

Pushing away the pile of rocks on the ground, Wu Xiaode suddenly found a rusty iron door hidden underneath.

The iron door is like being embedded on the ground, closed tightly, and I don’t know what method to use to open it.

There is a microphone icon drawn on the iron door. After years of erosion, it has become a little blurred.

Wu Xiaode looked up at the Book of the Dead.

Access password...

He cleared his throat and recited: "734876x34235sg12p."

Waited for a moment.

Boom-

The iron door automatically opens, showing a broken downward passage.

Wu Xiaode walked in.

The iron gate immediately closed tightly behind him.

boom!

The echoes kept ringing, and it took a while before they returned to peace.

No light.

There was darkness around.

Wu Xiaode released the silent magic fog, and continued to walk down under the cover of the magic fog.

Soon he came to a corridor.

There is a long row of storage cabinets next to the corridor, and then looking forward, there is an iron door.

Storage locker...

Wu Xiaode walked to the row of storage lockers and clicked "take" on the access interface.

A keyboard soon popped up and asked him to enter his password.

Wu Xiaode took a look at the Book of the Dead and quickly entered a line of password:

d76892v19652537.

——I really don’t know how the officers and dead got these passwords.

Didi!

The locker made a sound.

Bang!

The door of a cabinet popped open.

I saw a badge and a letter placed in the cabinet.

Wu Xiaode took out the letter first and opened it, and saw a few lines of small words written on a torn blank page:

"We won't live long."

"To fight this despair, today we all worked together to kill a 'participant', and even his soul was completely torn apart by us."

"Apart from me, everyone chose to commit suicide."

“——This is to keep a secret.”

"After all, this is the only hope."

"I am responsible for placing the badge of the 'participants' here and leaving it to future generations."

"As a necromancer, I will save my soul and find ways to choose the right person from the awakened people of humanity."

"If you see this letter, it proves that I chose you."

"Go and see the truth of this world."

"If possible, please do something."

"Even if--"

"It's for yourself."

"ps: Wear the 'Participant' badge and consume 1 soul power every minute to activate its power."

“It will let everyone know that you are a ‘participant’.”

Wu Xiaode reached out his hand, took out the badge, spread it in the palm of his hand and looked carefully.

This is a square badge, which is a bit like a mobile phone, but it is only as long as one finger and as wide as two fingers.

I saw a few lines of small words on the badge:

“Current scenario: school.”

"User: The Protest Empire."

School?

What does this mean?

Wu Xiaode put the badge on his chest.

Almost in an instant, several lines of small ice crystal words appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"You consumed a little soul power and activated the 'Participant' badge."

“Current Soul Power: 3/11.”

“You are a ‘participant’.”

"Now you can enter that iron door."

Wu Xiaode pondered for a moment, strode towards the iron gate, and pushed it open.

Bang!

The door closes behind you.

Wu Xiaode found himself standing in a classroom in a school.

Seven or eight people stood around.

There was only one person sitting on the podium, holding a cigar in his mouth and crossing his legs.

He had a beard on his face, his eyes were cold and fierce.

Opposite him, a young man covered in blood was pressed down by two people, kneeling on the ground, and moaning in pain.

The boy obviously suffered a lot and had no good meat on his body.
To be continued...