Mo Yun looked at the girl and couldn't help but smile.

"That's it's still late, Brother Mo should take a break early."

Ling'er pursed her lips and looked away.

"good."

He looked up and saw a circular clock in the hall tickly.

Time shows that it is about 8:30 pm.

In this dark underground shelter where sun is shining and sunless for many years, clocks are a very important existence.

It gives people the right line to move, and they can rest and work on time even if they cannot see the sunrise and sunset.

This regularity is a necessary existence for maintaining a normal life.

Many people do not realize the necessity of clocks to human life.

Before clocks, human perception of time is like a river with no end.

After the appearance of clocks, time has a scale, people's intelligence and physical labor have time as standards, and people's activities have a standard for measuring the results.

It can be said that clocks are an important symbol of distinguishing between modern society.

And in a shelter where there is no sunlight, it becomes even more important.

Suddenly, a rapid footstep sounded, and Uncle Wang rushed over from the other end of the passage:

"Ling'er, there is a black monster attack!"

"What?" Ling'er was stunned for a moment, stood up immediately and asked, "How is the scale? Can you resist it?"

"able!"

Uncle Wang nodded firmly:

"Thanks to your arrangement, we arranged twenty-four hours of duty in both the west and the north directions. Now there are almost twice as many evolvers as before, but I think it is necessary to tell you. The attack on the north is the passageway."

"Very good, I understand." Ling'er nodded calmly without panic.

"I'll go first."

Xie Xunyang next to him lifted the spear in his hand and rushed directly towards the passage.

As the captain of the guard, she had no choice at this time.

"Brother Mo..." Ling'er turned around and looked at Mo Yun.

"I happened to go over and see what the black monster looks like."

Mo Yun picked up the long knife at his hand, stood up quickly, and walked towards the north with Uncle Wang and Ling'er.

When he first entered the shelter, he came in from the passage to the east, and this time he came to the north. The rough structures on both sides were basically the same, but most of the rooms on the passage to the north were where the guard soldiers lived.

At this moment, the rooms on both sides of the passage were empty, and there was a faint cry of killing at the end of the passage.

Walking further, you can smell a strong smell of blood, which is obviously formed by accumulating for a long time.

Looking forward, Xie Xunyang was standing on a high platform directly in front of him, holding a spear, directing loudly, controlling the scene.

When Mo Yun, Ling'er and others came over, the battle had stopped.

Two seriously injured soldiers were carried down, their bodies covered with sharp claws and bleeded.

Fortunately, they are all evolvers, and their recovery and defense are much stronger than ordinary people, so this kind of wound is not fatal to them.

If you can rest well and supplement nutrition, you should still be able to return to normal levels.

Several young men in black animal skins were tidying up sandbags, throwing out the corpses of several monsters, piled them on the other side of the hole, and burning them in a concentrated manner to prevent the monster's corpses from rotting and producing viruses and bacteria, infecting ordinary people.

Its head is very sharp, like a spindle, sharp teeth, dark blue on the surface of the body, smooth and tough skin, and developed limbs.

A young guard member holding a spear, every time he saw a monster's body, he poked it hard at their heads, confirming that the monster was dead.

Two other team members are recovering the fortifications that were broken by monsters and rinsing the sticky blood on the steel fence with groundwater.

The ground on the other side of the fortification was stained with blood and the strong smell of blood came out, making everyone frown.

"The attack has been knocked back, and it looks like a tentative attack."

Xie Xunyang jumped off the podium, but lost an arm and failed to control the balance. Fortunately, Ling'er rushed over and supported her.

"He is really not used to this arm." Xie Xunyang swears.

"Sister Xie, hurry up and go back and rest." Ling'er looked worried, "Your injury is just right, you shouldn't have done such a big move."

"It's okay, it's a big deal for us to kill Lao Wai's group of people, and this injury is nothing." Xie Xunyang patted Ling'er on the shoulder.

Mo Yun glanced around and found that there was no room for him to play.

He originally thought he needed to take action this time, but on the other hand, if the monster could break through the shelter's defense with just one attack, wouldn't the shelter have disappeared long ago?

"Why don't you just seal this passage?" Mo Yun asked, "Is it important?"

"In fact, this was originally the main channel for us to communicate with other shelters." Ling'er said, "The several major shelters nearby were all expanded based on the sewer pipeline system of the old era. Usually, when the caravans come, they will also take this path, so..."

"So this is your true communication channel with the outside world." Mo Yunru thoughtfully.

"Yes." Xie Xunyang also nodded.

"Brother Mo, you have done a lot of things today, go and have a rest." Ling'er looked at Mo Yun, "Thanks to you today."

"good."

Mo Yun no longer refused. Since there was nothing he could do here, he was happy to be idle.

So he and Xie Xunyang went back to the room on the passage to rest.

Ling'er stayed at the entrance of the fortifications and said something to several other guards, probably to boost morale and other words, and he didn't care.

Five minutes later, they returned to their room.

"Mo Yun, why did you become so strong, born?"

Xie Xunyang sat on his bed, facing Mo Yun in the room opposite, and asked casually.

"Of course not." Mo Yun shrugged, "If you want to become stronger, you must keep exercising, develop your bloodline, make yourself more familiar with every part of your body, and constantly hone your fighting skills."

"Well, if you have time, can you teach me?" Xie Xunyang whispered.

"Yes." Mo Yun nodded.

"Okay, although it's very fierce when killing people, you're actually a good person."

Xie Xunyang, who had broken his arm, exclaimed, as if he wanted to say something, but paused for a moment, and did not say it. He just pulled the curtain outside the room and lay down directly.

After a while, her even and calm breathing came from the opposite side.

She experienced a lot of exciting things this day and was really tired.

Mo Yun shook his head helplessly, is this a praise?

He did not lie on the bed, but sat upright in the middle of the room, which was convenient because there was no furniture.

Put your hands on your knees and sit cross-legged.

"I haven't practiced for a long time."

He sighed in a low voice, and ten fingers of his hands suddenly opened, and thin flames were released from between his fingers at the same time.

The flame is thin and long, with a light red color. If you didn't look closely, ordinary people probably wouldn't be able to see it at all.

In fact, he has reached a bottleneck for the true skills of Yanyang.

When he was in the academy, he had reached the point where ten fingers could release and control the energy size and thickness of the flame as he pleased.

This kind of control is also a manifestation of his cultivation of Yanyang True Art to the level of the level of the Returning Realm.

According to the level of cultivation in the base world, the True Qi Realm is a necessary stage for cultivators to transform their bodies and strengthen their physical constitution.

The stronger the foundation of this stage, the stronger the strength after becoming the return realm.

This is also consistent with the reminder Yang Huayuan gave him in the base world.

At that time, Mo Yun, who realized that in addition to his attack power, had poor defense and speed, happened to receive a task reward of two corresponding matching techniques.

In fact, he vaguely felt that there might be something wrong with this.

This is equivalent to when he was sleepy, someone just happened to send him a pillow.

"The god who controls the game of survival...what is he thinking? What standards does He give the investigator mission rewards?"

Now, Mo Yun will not naively think that all this is just a coincidence.

Combined with this malicious ranking task, he felt that the person was probably raising a Gu!

Let the Guworms fight each other, use the best resources to cultivate the Guworms, and finally get the strongest one...

Then what?

What is his destiny?

Death? Or is it a more terrifying ending than death?
To be continued...