Mixed Miners

The compressed number that just regained its beating also came to an abrupt end. As a piece of transparent Lingshi fell from the chest, the demolition of the armor was again turned into a bracelet and worn on his wrist.

Yang Ling's gray face climbed up.

This is a desolate space. There is a gray sky between the heavens and the earth. The mountains are broken and the earth is cracked. It seems that there have been countless earthquakes. The ground is already overwhelmed. There are huge cracks everywhere, nowhere angry, far away. A tower of high-altitude shadows seems to float in the clouds, and it is not very clear.

What is this ghost place?

Yang Ling looked around for a circle, then touched it up and down and found himself intact, and the miner's card hanging on the chest was still there, which was slightly relieved.

This place is very weird, and my gods are still unable to unfold. The strength of Dantian and Shenhai seems to disappear without a trace. At this time, apart from the ordinary people, everything else is no different from ordinary people.

He pinched the miner's card and wanted to enter the system. As usual, he didn't succeed, so he had to climb to a slightly higher place around him and look around and see if he didn't see the old man.

Potholes!

This old man is simply a big pit. When he sees the wind in the wrong direction, he even throws himself away faster than the rabbit.

Lamenting for a long time, he only took this leg to go to the tower that looked extremely far away.

As the saying goes, Wangshan runs dead horses. This sentence can completely describe the current situation. Moreover, the ground is full of criss-crossing huge gaps, and the past has always been around.

Without the support of the vitality, the ring can not be opened, the flying sword can not be used, the magic wind spell can not be used, can only rely on two legs to walk, Yang Ling feels that he has not been so tired for many years.

After walking for a long time, Yang Ling sat down on the ground and looked at the shadow tower in the far distance. It seems that the distance has not changed at all, just like the desert mirage.

The surroundings are still desolate, and there seems to be no trace of biological activity since the beginning of the world.

There is no fluctuation in the air, as if the energy of this space is absorbed by anything, and any element suitable for living organisms does not exist.

Yang Ling walked alone between the gray world, a trace of traces coming from far away, and slowly disappearing between the undulating gully and gravel.

One day... two days... three days...

Yang Ling mouth looked at the detector on his wrist. The above shows that he has come into the present from now. It has been six days. After six days, he does not know how far he has gone, but it seems to be sitting on the tower. Still out of reach.

This feeling seems to be somewhat familiar. It is similar to the strange dream of being trapped in the dark space last time. It seems that he will never reach the end and can't find the exit until he is exhausted.

During the walk of Muran, suddenly the detector gave a prompt, and Yang Ling’s machine took a few steps and suddenly got into a spirit, and quickly stopped.

On the dark surface of the detector, the green lines were swept over and a small red dot was displayed.

Lying trough~!

Yang Ling almost urinated with excitement. He shook his hand and clicked on the red dot. A 3D stereoscopic projection was displayed.

This is a kind of plant. It should be said to be a grass. It is gray and thin, with five or six dried leaves, but with a large purple fruit on the top.

Is there a plant in this place?

This is what Yang Ling never imagined. For his current state, if he doesn’t eat or drink, he will never insist on three hundred years like the original scorpion and the seven miners. At the very least, the seven miners are at the beginning. Still, the fruit of Tianxingmu can be eaten. The water that is condensed by Xuanshuihuo can be drunk, but he is not the same. He is now almost the same as ordinary people, and he has nothing to eat or drink. For five or six days, the body can't hold back any more. If you continue, he can't guarantee when he will fall down and hang on the place where the bird is not pulling.

Yang Ling quickly turned off the detector projection and ran away in the direction of the plant.

The distance is not close, there are more than 120 kilometers, it seems that this is the limit distance of the detector.

To be honest, this range of detection is very tasteless for Yang Ling. If it is not because he is in this place and he can't use it at all, he will not open the detector.

Three hours later, Yang Ling stood on a hilltop that was not too tall. His hands were squeezing like a dog with his knees, and his tongue was spurting his tongue. The speed of 60 kilometers per hour was basically his highest load. It’s a rush to the destination without saving energy. He feels that he is going to collapse.

Below the hill is a small canyon, a small round bag at the end of the canyon. Looking at the round bag, Yang Ling’s heart is not calm.

After so many years of archaeological study, this round should be a tomb.

So desolate and lonely, there is no place for biological activities, there will be a grave!

The eccentricity reveals an incomparable repression. Yang Ling feels that he is a little breathless, and he is careful about the liver tremor.

Who is buried in this place?

He resisted the heart of the jump and slowly walked down to the front of the tomb.

A half-foot-high gray-white, nearly dry grass grows on the top of the tomb, and there is a purple fruit like jade on the top. Compared with the desolate environment around it, it seems to bring a trace of life~www .readwn.com~The grave grass is such a thing that it is no longer natural on earth. If anyone hangs in the soil, it will be unnatural for the graves to last for dozens of hundred years.

But here, this grass falls in the eyes of Yang Ling, but it is so unnatural, uncoordinated, revealing a thick and strange.

He licked his dry lips and hesitated whether he should eat this thing. Can the things on the grave be eaten?

He deeply doubts that as a normal earth person, the things on the grave have a sinister atmosphere, which is naturally cursed. When you touch it, you feel awkward, let alone eat it.

And this strange place, there is no trace of any human activity, suddenly a grave appears, the ghost knows what is buried inside?

Will it be poisoned if you eat it? Or the poison does not die into another look, just like when you saw seven miners in the caves, people are not like ghosts.

Yang Ling couldn't help but fight a chill. The place where this stuff is long is really not a place. Eating or not eating is a problem. (To be continued.)