after an hour.

Wu Xiaode has already flown out of the coastline, fluttering on the vast sea.

According to the navigation, it should be almost there.

He looked around and saw a rocky island.

is it here?

Feiniao took out his phone and took a look.

Well, here it is.

He flew down, transformed into a human 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 random rocks on the ground.

strangeness.

It’s right here!

The Book of the Dead opened automatically, revealing a map.???.

It is indeed this island.

There is an eye-catching red mark on the back of the island, with text written on the side:

"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: meters."

Yes, the target is meters underground!

But how is this going to go down?

He walked around the island and found the red mark.

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

The iron door seemed to be embedded in the ground, tightly closed, and I didn't know how to open it.

There is an icon of a microphone painted on the iron door, which has become somewhat blurred after years of erosion.

Wu Xiaode raised his head and glanced at the Book of the Dead.

Access code...

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

Waited for a while.

Rumble——

The iron door opened automatically, revealing a dilapidated passage downwards.

Wu Xiaode walked in.

The iron door immediately closed tightly behind him.

boom!

The echo kept ringing, and it took a while before it calmed down.

There is no light.

There was darkness all around.

Wu Xiaode released the Silent Demonic Mist, and his whole body was shrouded in the magical mist as he continued to walk downwards.

Soon he came to a corridor.

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

Lockers...

Wu Xiaode walked to the row of lockers and clicked "Get Items" on the access interface.

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

Wu Xiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead and quickly entered a password:

d76892v19652537.

——I really don’t know how those undead officers obtained these codes.

Didi didi!

The locker made a noise.

Snapped!

A cabinet door popped open.

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

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

"We won't survive much longer."

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

"Everyone except me chose to commit suicide."

"——This is to keep it a secret."

"After all, this is the only hope."

"I am responsible for putting the 'participant' badge here for future generations."

"As a necromancer, I will preserve my soul and find ways to select suitable candidates from among the awakened humans."

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

"Go and see the truth of this world."

"If you can, please do something."

"Even if-"

"It's for yourself."

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

"It lets everyone know you're a 'participant.'"

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

This is a square badge. It 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 displayed on the badge:

"Current scene: school."

"User: Protoss Empire."

School?

What does it mean?

Wu Xiaode wore the badge on his chest.

Almost instantly, several lines of small words in ice crystals appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"You spent some 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, then strode towards the iron door and pushed it open.

Bang!

The door closes behind you.

Wu Xiaode found himself standing in a school classroom.

There were seven or eight people standing around.

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

He had a beard and his eyes were cold and fierce.

Opposite him, a young boy covered in blood had his hands held down by two people, and he knelt on the ground, moaning in pain.

This young man had obviously been tortured so much that there was no good piece of meat left on his body.
To be continued...