This world is terrible

Chapter 213 The Devil in the Mountain
From the inside to the outside, Zishan is divided into five major mountain systems, extending from different regions, and interlacing together to form the largest primitive ecological community on this land.

For it in the textbook, most people have romantic longings, imagining that countless opportunities are deposited on the undeveloped land, as long as they can naively own a little, the harvest will flow out like a spring in a paradise.

However, they were wrong, dead wrong.

"It's an unknown area that seems to be soaked in blood."

In [-], a senior commissioner who participated in many rescue operations wrote in his diary in his later years:
[I am an honest person, I rarely deny anything because of my personal likes and dislikes. ]
[However, my nature seemed to have lost its spirit when I stepped into this land. ]
[In a depressive environment, without the slightest movement of the wind, we were forbidden to speak, and we could only rely on the most primitive paper and pen to communicate with each other throughout the process. ]
[......]
[When writing these words, as if I was in the scene again, I finally had to admit that I hate it and deny it.Perhaps at some point in the past, it was the sublime mother of the people of the surrounding area. ]
[Now, I just think that it is a devil walking in the world. ] - "Silent No.30 One Day"

Every time I think of this text, and the mysterious tone of the collector's narration.

In Gao Yi's heart, an invisible pressure quietly increased.

As the tracking of the meat grinder got deeper and deeper into the hinterland, the two not only confused the origin, but they didn't know exactly where the Yinlongkou was and how the boundary was going.

Now, Gao Yi is just relying on the mentality of a gambler, holding the idea of ​​trying again, hoping to see the dying meat grinder ahead.

The reality seems to be the opposite.

The vitality of the meat grinder is much more tenacious than imagined.

Although from the traces, the other party is almost exhausted, but with the breath of survival instinct, it is obvious that it will not stay in place and wait for death even if it crawls.

"Mr. Gao, something is not quite right."

The two were driving side by side, and Descartes' voice suddenly sounded from the side: "Have you noticed that the deeper you go, the more traces of strange activities here?"

"Ah."

Gao Yi nodded in agreement.

Apart from the meat grinder that was being tracked, they also found several traces that may be left by large-scale biological activities. These traces look very conspicuous and obviously did not come from long ago.

"Is it left over from other siren heads?"

Gao Yi mused to himself: "This kind of creature often appears in the deep mountains and old forests, and there is only Zishan, which is far away from the surrounding cities and fits the environment of Siren Head."

Could it be that all the nearby siren heads have gathered here?

Gao Yi was shocked by his own guess.

If this is the case, how many siren heads must gather in the depths of Zishan?
With all their nests coming out, can the surrounding cities have the possibility of resistance?

Before he could think about it further, the painting style of the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and the vegetation quickly disappeared, replaced by an endless beach of gravel.

"I didn't even know that forest petrification in Purple Mountain was so serious."

Descartes complained, the walking figure suddenly tripped over something, his center of gravity was unstable, and he almost fell down.

"What the hell?"

Gao Yi also followed the sound.

On the rocky gravel beach, a section of dark railway track is lying quietly on the ground, with sleepers on it, like a worldly python with a pattern, winding all the way to the distance.

"Where does the railway come from in Zishan?"

Knowing that he was destined not to get an answer, Descartes still touched the back of his head and couldn't help muttering to himself.

Gao Yi's mood is also complicated.

railway……

All of this seemed to have been arranged in the dark.

The amnesiac soul who lost his soul and wandered downstairs in his own house that night had said a few words related to the railway.

cross the bridge.

Take the center line.

Be careful whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

Gao Yi still remembers clearly.

"Could it be that Zishan's so-called taboo is related to the railway?"

However, if we compare the information in the words one by one, what bridges, midlines, crying...

On the road ahead of the entire Purple Mountain, there is only the endless barren Gobi, and the only railway track, which continues to extend into the distance.

Other than that, nothing at all.

"I still have my own goals now, so don't worry about the rest of these things."

Those who should have a headache, naturally have the executive bureau to have a headache, who said they are the light of mankind?

Gao Yi put all the extra thoughts behind him, and continued to follow a particularly obvious crawling mark on the gravel, and chased forward.

For this sake, even a legendary creature with powerful vitality like the meat grinder has reached the point where it is finally exhausted.

Ahead, on the edge of a new railroad track, a meat grinder with dark red skin like deposited blood was lying dying.

Its cervical spine was torn off by Gao Yi, and a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off. The dark white was mixed with scorched vertebrae, and a large area was exposed, emitting a burning smell all the time.

"Finally got you."

Xiao Di breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed in its direction: "You can run very well, keep running..."

"Can you stop chanting this kind of lines where the villain dies because of talking too much, and hurry over."

Gao Yi hurriedly waved his hand, interrupting this guy's meaningless speech: "The environment here is too weird, let's kill it as soon as possible and retreat. If we drag it on, I'm afraid there will be long nights and dreams."

Even though he has caught up with the meat grinder now, Gao Yi still doesn't feel at ease.

The more you know, the more you realize how small you are.

Now he just wants to find a way to leave Zishan as soon as possible, and the farther the better, in this life... No, at least before there are not a lot of Zicui strange paintings, it is absolutely impossible for him to come back.

This dungeon is obviously beyond the scope of his current ability.

All the time, it gave him the illusion of going back to the "nightmare is coming".

The two put away their thoughts and quickly approached the direction of the meat grinder.

However, at the same time, an unusually familiar voice sounded from far and near in the sky.

"Ok?"

Gao Yi froze for a moment, looked up, and saw white steam columns rising up and down under the dark sky, accompanied by the rhythm of "Kacha Kacha" and the sound of "Wuwu".

A train driven by steam in the last century is coming from the winding rails.

Its speed is very fast, even faster than most modern high-speed trains, as if the soul is out of the body, without form, like a gust of wind, it will pass in front of Gao Yi in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, Gao Yi suddenly noticed a neglected fact.

meat grinder...

I saw its big hand stretched out on the edge of the railroad track, slowly opening it, and grabbing at the railing of the train that was getting closer.

woo-

It wants to escape!

　Thanks to "Rain Weeping Night" and "Book Friends 20210114130640498" for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)