"Wow, this guy's practically a dried-up corpse and he still has to fly a plane."
" The Fate of the working class."
Looking at the pilot, now a skeleton, still gripping the control stick tightly in his right hand, the Dharma King couldn't help but sigh.
Qin Ze led Brother Devour and the Dharma King back to the location where the bomber crashed when he first entered the Otherworld.
"The pilot has been dead for at least ten years, so how did the plane take off that day?" Brother Devour asked curiously.
The Dharma King thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps the aircraft's AI pre-programmed the bombing path."
"Even if the pilot dies, as long as the plane hasn't crashed, the AI will execute the bombing sequence over and over again."
Brother Devour and the Dharma King discussed the cause of the pilot's death around the wreckage.
The Dharma King even opened the cockpit canopy and carried the pilot out.
Then I sat inside and moved up and down, left and right, ABAB...
Qin Ze stood not far away, looking around.
This is almost the highest point within a radius of several kilometers.
Jiang City is less than a kilometer ahead.
The surrounding area is all desert.
A gentle breeze blew, stirring up a cloud of dust.
There wasn't a trace of green in the air.
"What important business are we here for?"
After experiencing being a pilot, the Dharma King jumped to Qin Ze's side.
"It guided me here."
Qin Ze opened his chest.
The unremarkable little tree that Brother Biao had given him was now shimmering with a faint fluorescent light.
It was as if it were breathing.
"He's alive?"
The Dharma King and Brother Devour touched it curiously.
It feels weird.
From the moment he entered the Otherworld, Qin Ze noticed the change in the key.
It's like a compass, constantly guiding Qin Ze in the right direction.
The specific direction he was referring to was known only to him.
This is also one of the reasons why Qin Ze sent his clone to the Sky Island.
More than obtaining the Soul Orb, Qin Ze now wants to figure out how to obtain the key he possesses.
Let's go.
"Let's get started on something big."
Qin Ze straightened his clothes.
He led Brother Devour and the Dharma King towards the city center.
That's exactly the direction the key pointed to.
"Wow, you wouldn't even need special set design to film a post-apocalyptic movie here."
Brother Devour was amazed.
The three of them walked along the desolate streets of the city, looking around like curious children.
Brother Devour: "I have a feeling someone's secretly watching us."
His Dharma King: "Add one."
Qin Ze had already discovered it.
With hundreds of voices in his mind every day, his mental strength has long been honed through countless trials.
Sizzle--
The Dharma King transformed into a bolt of lightning and rushed to the side of an abandoned car.
"Found you, little thing."
The Dharma King threw a Mutated Ones, less than 1.3 meters tall and light yellowish-brown, at Qin Ze's feet.
"It's you?"
Qin Ze recognized the little creature.
That's the one I encountered at the crash site last time.
I didn't expect him to still be alive.
The little Mutated Ones lowered its head, trembling.
"I remember you can talk, right?" Qin Ze asked.
The little Mutated Ones nodded timidly. "Yes... a little... a little..."
Brother Devour scratched his head. "Doesn't he look like the group of Mutated Ones we encountered at the Black Mountain Research Institute last time?"
Qin Ze frowned slightly.
Judging from their appearance alone, they do look very similar.
But this little thing in front of me is more like a person, with more human emotions, reactions, and even thoughts.
The Black Mountain Research Institute and the Mutated Ones in the shelter were more like bloodthirsty beasts.
They have completely lost their intelligence.
Are the types of Mutated Ones starting to become more specialized?
"How... did you... come out?"
The Mutated Ones raised his head and cautiously looked at Qin Ze.
His little head was filled with big questions.
Qin Ze and the other two quickly exchanged information on the Local Area Network.
"Judging from this little thing's expression, there are other people here?"
"Where did you come from? The Sky Island?"
" The Sky Island Resistance Army doesn't specifically hunt down people with superpowers?"
The three Stinking Cobbler discussed it for a while, but couldn't come up with a solution.
"Why can't we come out?" Qin Ze retorted.
The little superpowered individual anxiously replied, "I can't... come out, I just... I just can't come out!"
"You... you have to go back right away, being... found out... won't be... good..."
The Dharma King raised an eyebrow. "My legs are my own, I can go wherever I want, nobody can stop me, I want freedom!"
The little Mutated Ones was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.
"The clan chief... said... it's dangerous!"
Qin Ze's eyes lit up.
We've finally captured the key information.
"Could you take us to see your chieftain?"
We have something we'd like to ask him.
The little Mutated Ones hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.
"You... come... with... me..."
The little Mutated Ones led the way.
Qin Ze and his two companions quickly followed behind.
The group wandered through one ruin after another.
Within the Local Area Network, Brother Devour asked, "Could this be a trap?"
Qin Ze: "The place it's leading us to now is in the direction the key points to; even if it's a trap, we have to go check it out."
The Dharma King said, "Last time, this little thing's accomplices were instantly killed by BT in one move; their combat strength is only average."
"If they were all that strong, I could easily storm their stronghold myself."
Brother Devour: "6!"
About ten minutes later, the little Mutated Ones led Qin Ze and the other two to a ruin consisting of several buildings.
A large space was dug out below, where hundreds of Mutated Ones lived.
The ruins are extremely well hidden; from the outside, you would never guess that there is such a large space underneath.
Along the way, the Mutated Ones around them cast curious glances at Qin Ze and his companions.
Their eyes were clear, only slightly red.
Some of the Mutated Ones even have eyes that look exactly like humans.
Without exception, none of them had any intention of attacking Qin Ze and his two companions.
After traversing the ruins to their deepest point, Qin Ze came across an extremely aged Mutated Ones.
He had a tattered cloth wrapped around his waist, and his skin was wrinkled and rough.
However, his eyes were no different from those of a normal person.
Profound and compassionate.
Qin Ze thought of the old man sunbathing by the flower bed in the community during the day.
"My clan... I encountered three... people while I was away..."
The little Mutated Ones came before the clan leader and stammered out his account of encountering Qin Ze and his two companions.
The clan leader waved his hand, and the little Mutated Ones skipped off to play.
"What exactly are you?" Qin Ze asked in a deep voice.
The chieftain said softly, "Like you, we are human beings too."
Even though it was expected.
But upon hearing the answer, Qin Ze was still filled with a storm of emotions.
Why have you all turned into this horrible sight?
The clan chief gazed intently at Qin Ze: "It seems you didn't come from there."
Qin Ze stopped pretending. "We come from a pretty far place, but I can't explain exactly where."
The clan chief did not press the matter further.
"Come with me."
The clan chief stood up and led Qin Ze and the other two deeper into the ruins.
The space inside became increasingly cramped, eventually only allowing one person to pass through at a time.
It was pitch black all around, so the Dharma King had no choice but to be struck by lightning and use the faint electric light to see.
"Arrive."
The clan chief suddenly stopped.
By the dim light, Qin Ze could make out the words on the sign above his head.
"Is this... a subway station?"