Chapter 453 Wasteland (15)

"Don't waste time."

Standing still before seeing him, Gerald immediately urged with a gloomy expression.

"It should have started over there, we need to meet up as soon as possible."

However, although the words were not polite, Gerald's emotions towards the guy in front of him had become increasingly complicated.

He had read the report before, and the series of actions this guy did after he left were truly shocking.

The strength displayed was also a bit unbelievable, and for a while I had to doubt his motives for participating in the exploration before.

Not to mention, this guy is now even related to the Ji family.

In Gerrard's view, regardless of whether LS Luo's death has anything to do with Fu Qian or not, this unstable factor can be dealt with directly on this basis.

There is absolutely no need to let him enter the underground ruins again, which will increase the risk for nothing.

But since the leader has decided so, he will just bury his thoughts in his stomach and just act as ordered.

So now, the only task for him is to take Fu Qian to the underground ruins as soon as possible, and everything will be fine after the transfer.

"Okay, lead the way."

Fu Qian could still understand this person's mood, so he immediately withdrew his gaze and spoke in an easy-going tone.

The terrain in the swamp area is complex, and transportation such as cars is completely unusable. Next, you need to move forward on foot.

Seeing that nothing happened, Gerald immediately winked. Gary on the other side nodded and quickly ran to the front to lead the way, and the rest of the people followed in turn.

Fu Qian naturally walked in the middle of the team.

And after actually entering the swamp, I can feel the weirdness of this place even more.

Even if it seems like a feasible road, once you step down, you won’t feel down to earth at all.

Not only were liquids of various colors seeping softly around, you could even feel the ground twitching faintly.

Fu Qian understood very well Nola’s reluctance to go deeper.

Of course, the same goes for Gerald and others. Everyone has a solemn look on their face.

Especially Gary, who was leading the way. Although he clearly seemed to know the route, he still frowned and took every step carefully.

After marching like this for more than ten minutes, the team had penetrated deep into the hinterland of the swamp.

The strange fishy smell in the air became stronger and stronger, and even the temperature rose a lot.

Just as Fu Qian was wondering where the heat came from, Gary, who was walking in front, suddenly raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.

Fu Qian followed his gaze and found that it was not a quagmire blocking the road, but an area the size of a washbasin on the ground in front of him, which was being torn apart and bulged into a small hill.

"Turn back and walk to the other side, quickly!"

After staring for a few seconds, Gary's face suddenly changed color and he roared to signal for retreat.

The others didn't seem to understand what was going on, but they took it kindly and stopped and turned around and walked back.

However, even so, it was still a step too late.

In just a moment, the raised mound was already half a person's height. Through the torn surface, one could see countless entangled root-like things underneath.

The next moment, accompanied by a boiling sound, an almost bright red steam spurted out from the gap between the roots.

Just like a volcanic eruption, a terrifying column of air sprayed upwards for more than ten meters, raining blood all around.

Depend on!

Before paying, he heard Gary at the end of the team curse. Seeing that he was inevitably enveloped in it, he turned around sharply to prevent his face from being exposed.

The next moment, little red droplets fell, like a bloody rain.

A heat wave rolled in, and the temperature instantly rose by more than ten degrees.

There was a groan of pain, and Gary, who was half-drenched with blood, almost jumped forward and took a few steps forward. There was already a burning smell coming from his body.

But this one hurriedly took off his clothes and threw them to the ground, and then tore his hair frantically.

The force was so strong that one suspected that the scalp was to be torn off—well, it was already torn off.

Fu Qian watched this man helplessly, tearing off large pieces of curly hair connected to his scalp, and there were even traces of ulcers on his head.

This thing is pretty awesome!

Before paying, he looked aside with emotion.

After the eruption, the ground at the hillock had been completely torn apart, and now it was a red and white quagmire.

"Change the road and hurry up!"

Gerald, who was walking at the end, was naturally unlikely to get wet. After staring at Gary for a long time and confirming that the latter was not incapacitated, he directly gave the order.

…

Finally, after more than half an hour of trekking and encountering two more eruptions, the group finally arrived at their destination.

It was a deep pit diagonally downward. Unlike other places in the swamp, there was no viscous liquid in it that made people feel uncomfortable. Instead, it looked quite dry.

The pit is surrounded by dense, almost petrified roots, extending downward into a passage.

At this time, there were several people who were obviously sirens guarding the side. As the leader, after Gerald explained his purpose with a cold face, he directly greeted Fu Qian and motioned for him to walk in front.

Of course, Fu Qian would not refuse, and immediately walked into this strange place, a possible angel dungeon.

…

The first person to discover this place really needs a lot of courage.

As Fu Qian walked down, he casually observed his surroundings.

This passage is quite deep and the directions are twists and turns, making it impossible to figure out where it will lead.

It’s hard to imagine how long a person can persist without a purpose.

Just go all the way down, and finally a stone door appears in front of you, already opened inward.

After the stone gate is a flat straight road. At first glance, it is obviously a man-made building, but further down, it is obvious that there is another cave.

It's really an underground ruins. The wasteland is really evil!

He nodded secretly before paying.

At this time, there was a group of people sitting or standing at the entrance to the ruins, apparently taking a break.

As soon as Fu Qian and his party entered the door, the group of people raised their heads and looked over.

The mask on Fu Qian's face undoubtedly attracted the most attention.

He didn't take it seriously, and after looking around for himself, he actually found a familiar figure in the corner.

Isn’t this classmate Elena?

Wearing a dark jacket and slim trousers, even in a place like this, the snow-white shirt is still spotless. Elena, who has changed her outfit, is sitting silently in the corner.

Compared to the time of that deadly battle, the appearance of this parricide saint was much neater, but her aura was even calmer.

There really is no place in life where we don’t meet each other.

It seems that it is not easy to get along in a large organization, and he was actually sent to do such dirty work.

I sighed for a moment before paying.

Judging from the appearance of this person, the probability of coming to work as a supervisor is not high. It should be that it is difficult to recruit cannon fodder after the accident, so he has to do it himself.

In addition, I don’t know why, but compared to the last time, Fu Qian always felt that there was an indescribable change in this person.

There are a lot of things to do, and I don’t have time to proofread the next chapter, so the next update will be postponed until tomorrow morning.