"Where is this?"
Chen Yangtian instinctively asked, looking around suspiciously.
The place was a complete mess. To make matters worse, they were still inside the Deep Pit's tunnels, where they could not see anything clearly.
"Memory Torrent."
The silver-haired man answered casually, looking too lazy to say more and unwilling to explain.
A moment later, he casually struck out a mark, engraving it into the bedrock underground. Then he took out something resembling a section of bone, closed his eyes, and focused, as though communicating with someone.
Just as Chen Yangtian was growing uneasy and preparing to ask again, a smile suddenly appeared on the silver-haired man's face. He slowly said:
"Let's go."
"Let's pursue Lin An. He should have entered the next area by now."
Boom!!
He shot into the sky. In the distance, a line of Infected came rushing over at the sound.
A few helicopters also circled overhead.
The humans in this world were like ants in a cave, having mercury poured into them without knowing anything.
"Rustle, rustle."
Deep within the winding tunnel, Mo Ling slowly opened her tightly shut eyes.
She glanced at her body some distance away. She did not know whether her head was controlling her body or whether the body had crawled over on its own, but she patiently reattached her head.
Her face was pale.
Only after carefully sensing that her pursuer had indeed left did she dare exhale the breath she had been holding.
Although she might not actually need to breathe.
Frowning slightly, she touched the burning wound on her neck and realized that she probably had not reattached her head properly this time.
However, there was no time to dwell on it.
Using both hands and feet, she roughly identified her position, then Little Mo Ling weakly crawled