Chapter 134 Being crossed the game again?

Ding Mao spit out his mouth full of mud and sand fiercely and struggled to get up. The soul is light!" Habitually swearing. However, when he settled down and looked around, he was speechless and opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't hum a word.

"What the hell! Damn, where the hell have I been?"

"At the last moment, isn't the damn fake goods self-exploding, and I'm done with it..."

The soft beach, the boundless sea, the blue sky, and the sea breeze... Even the land in the distance seems to carry an inexplicable and exciting freshness.

"Brother, have you been...traveled?" A funny idea came to Ding Mao's mind.

It's just a gentle click on the mutated three-no PAD screen, which can also be crossed?

Ding Mao insisted on not believing.

After staying in place for a long time and tossed around in vain for a long time, he had to believe one thing. First of all, whether he was crossed or not, the most basic thing was that he was indeed not in the living room at home now.

Thinking of the living room, Ding Mao became more and more depressed before he could eat his bowl of instant noodles.

His stomach began to grunt.

After studying for a long time, he repeatedly confirmed that the surrounding mountains and rivers were by no means illusory. Ding Mao finally accepted his fate. He decided to leave the original place and look everywhere to see if there was anything that could make him understand what had happened.

The mountain not far away became his preferred target.

You can faintly see the continuous dome complex there - Ding Mao firmly believes that his judgment is correct! I firmly believe that at the foot of the mountain are really dome buildings!

"Okay! Maybe there are really people at the foot of the mountain! There are countless foods and drinks! The protagonists in online novels all have an immortal aura... I have now traveled through time... The pain is only temporary... I will definitely become an immortal Xiaoqiang..." After repeatedly hypnotizing himself, Ding Mao was hungry and thirsty and began to set out.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Ding Mao finally had a close experience of Wangshan's running dead horse.

In his opinion, he was expected to reach the target in about ten minutes. He really didn't expect that after walking for more than ten minutes, he found that less than one-third of the journey had passed.

And there was another change on the way. After turning over a small beam, a large pile of strange stones suddenly appeared in front of them, east and west, and there was a one-high stone in front of each pile... These strange stone piles were interwoven into an isolation belt about 100 meters wide, separated in front of them. The connection between the domed buildings at the foot of the mountain and the sea.

Ding Mao was very surprised, because the scene he saw in front of him was by no means a masterpiece of nature.

Mass grave?

This is the first reaction that flashes in his mind.

When he really came closer, he saw and touched the strangely shaped tombstones, as well as the inscriptions... Chinese, English, Japanese, Korean, and many strange words that he couldn't understand at all. Roughly, there are more than ten words... Is it the collective martyrdom cemetery of an international terrorist organization here?

But then Ding Mao also breathed a sigh of relief.

Not for anything else, at least, the existence of these mass graves fully shows that this desert island is not a place that no one cares about - even the gloomy horror given to him by the mass graves has not weakened a little, sunny days, the sun shines, and the ambient temperature is not low at all.

Ding Mao did not continue to stay in the mass grave area, desperately squeezing the little strength in his body and speeding up the pace desperately. He wants to stay away from this ominous area before he runs out of courage.

Not long after continuing to move forward, he climbed a relatively flat slope, and finally saw another area with traces of human activity at close range. Unexpectedly, the large dome tent community seen in the distance was only recently determined to be a large area of huge umbrella-covered plants, a super-large mushroom nearly two meters high.

Mush tree?!

He poked gently with his fingertips and looked at the then sunken finger hole. He suddenly came out and wanted to take a bite of the mushroom rhizome.

The huge mushroom forest can't be seen at a glance. The air is full of rotten and strange smells, which makes people feel like vomiting.

Ding Mao walked carefully for more than ten minutes and climbed to a relatively empty high ground. In the mud cover, something caught his attention.

That's a package!

After pulling the yellow bag belt out, carefully patting the dust, and a line of English letters revealed: iPAD...

Ha! Dude, are you lucky? Dig out an iPAD in this damn place?

The bag is black, which is quite thick in your hand.

However, there is no zipper switch on the bag, and the whole is a seamless black box. Or to put it simply, this is a brick with a famous brand logo.

The soul is light!

Suddenly remembered that there had been a similar experience in reality, and the scene in front of him seemed to make him feel that he had entered the game space of Plants vs. Zombies again. Ding Mao, who consciously felt that his IQ had been insulted, was thrown away, and this treasure that had been lost with his old strength.

It hit a mushroom tree recently...

Puff! A cloud of yellow smoke came out from the trunk of the mushroom tree - not right! That's not smoke, that's...

What is it? It's too late to take a closer look! The sudden sound of sparse footsteps attracted his attention: Ha! Finally, I saw the same kind of mother!

Through the gap between the "trees", a staggering figure moved to his position.

Wouldn't this guy be as unlucky as us, accidentally exiled in this damn place, hungry and cold, and tossed around?

Ding Mao looked at the man from afar, but as the man approached, the excitement in his heart gradually faded away. Because the man swaggered when he walked, and the wind could blow down, which really made him feel the strength that could help him get out of trouble.

Fuck, don't wait for the helper, but it's an extra burden!

However, Ding Mao did not intend to avoid it. He decided to stay where he was and wait for the man to approach. In this damn place, birds don't shit, and may find some useful information from each other's mouth.

And another idea is that Ding Mao is deeply buried in his heart: secondly, he is also of the same kind. As long as he is of the same kind, he is not afraid of having no use value.

It stinks!

A vicious wind came to his face, wrapped in a rotten stench that could condense the air, which made Ding Mao almost shut down.

Ding Mao covered his nose with both hands and lay on the ground to avoid this vicious attack. Just now, he faintly sensed the yellow smoke coming with the evil spirit.