The bonus deducted by the production team changed from 99% to 99.5%. The consequence of the increase of 0.5 is that the bonus that Wang Yao can get is reduced by half again.

But it doesn't matter. He is already a prisoner, and the amount of bonus has nothing to do with him.

Four days have passed since he was attacked, and Wang Yao has been in a coma for four days. Subscriptions and watching have plummeted like an avalanche, and I think it will continue.

The weather has become even more weird. The ghost crowd? I think it is a unique phenomenon in the landform near the bottomless abyss.

"How much subscription bonus does the bastard have?" The black mask came up to see it, although it could not see anything.

"650." Wang Yao said truthfully, there was no need to hide it.

"Not bad." Black Mask stood up. "You can change something."

"Switch?" Wang Yao gently pinched the neck bone: "I thought I was taking it away by force."

"Old Pimona has some small things that can be exchanged, you know the price." The black mask picked up the flat iron can and shook it. Unexpectedly, one of the round particles rolled out. The black mask was full of flesh and pain and threw away the iron can: "Of course, it's almost the same as grabbing. This small can of beans costs 100 bonus."

It saw Wang Yao touching his neck and asked, "Do you want to rub it off?"

"Just curious." Wang Yao replied.

"What a bastard civilization, I can't see my neck."

Wang Yao asked back: "Can you?"

The black mask did not answer, but instead reached out to take off his dark mask like a show-off, flipped it to the front and took a photo.

It smiled at Wang Yao who was obviously stunned: "I can't die if I take it down for the time being."

Behind the mask is a face similar to that of humans. The eyes are light red, the bridge of the nose is straight, the skin is dark, and the complicated and fiery red lines are printed on the face. The appearance is a bit feminine. However, since it is of other races, looking like it does not mean it is.

"Don't you take a look at it?" The black mask handed the mask to Wang Yao.

"Easy to hand over the survival device to strangers you don't know." Wang Yao took it and looked at the inside of the mask. From the inside, it was completely transparent, like glass, and did not affect the field of vision. A data stream flashed from time to time inside the mask. Obviously, in addition to survival, it also has auxiliary combat functions.

"Bad bastard, you're like them, a good guy."

The reply from the black mask was unexpected.

Wang Yao was stunned, handed the mask back, and said calmly: "Either your judgment deceives you, or they deceive you."

"I'm just showing off my strength, but I've just given it to me asshole."

Wang Yao answered truthfully: "It's just that there's no need."

Take the black mask and buckle it.

laugh--

The mask slowly closes, and the condensed air is sprayed out from the fine holes on both sides of the mask.

"Can you get up?" asked Wang Yao.

Wang Yao stood up slowly while holding the wall, and suddenly his eyes turned black and filled with buzzing sounds.

He staggered and took a long time to recover.

At this time, the body is weak, but not dizzy.

He tried to punch, his arms were heavy, his body was as if he was wearing heavy armor, and he no longer felt as light as a swallow before.

Because he wanted to hide Xiao Wu, he couldn't ask. Wang Yao asked the black mask, hoping that the proton could translate the gravity multiple.

“How much gravity is here.”

"This is bottomless...hehe, at the edge of the crater, the gravity is similar to that of my hometown, and it is higher than outside. It is about thirty times the gravity."

The black mask seems to be very taboo about the word bottomless abyss.

Wang Yao stood up and walked a few steps, gradually regaining the gravity here.

Thirty times...then, Wang Yao weighs 9 tons at this time.

The barbarian beast caught him here, and I don’t know what method he used to treat him, but now he is just a little weak.

"I'll take you to see Old Pimo. I'm probably very happy to know that there is a new pig trick." The black mask pulled the door open and walked out first: "Be careful not to be fooled. He cheated the bonus and was as quick as that guy's attack."

Wang Yao followed behind and stepped out of the hut.

The sky is dim.

It's not caused by time.

The sky was filled with a dull and dull yellow. It seemed like a sandstorm was shaving high thousands of meters above the ground. The light emitted by the stars was just a brighter area radiation point.

The factory is located on the edge of an extremely huge bottomless abyss. It is as inconspicuous as an ants at a human's feet.

In the factory in the distance, the rumbling sound of processing came from afar, and the chimney standing a hundred meters high was emitting scarlet smoke. It rose a few times, dissipating the haze at high altitude.

This is a residential area, with scaffolding leaning against the walls, and it is very messy. The walls look like brick and stone structures. They are painted with irrecognizable patterns, like graffiti on the street.

But it looks more like blood that is gradually rising.

The building is only three or four floors high. Most of them are like bombing by artillery fire. The top floor turns into rubble, leaving only an empty wall or an abandoned house with only half a room left.

Those rooms that were blown up are still inhabited, and you can see the curled figure on the bed from afar. You are wearing the same iron hanger clothes as the butcher.

Black Mask said that pigs and laborers can only live at the bottom. They are all occupied by butchers.

Going up a little further, about a hundred meters high, you will see a continuous field of view, covered with rusty iron mesh, like a sky curtain covering this entire area.

It's more like a cage, covering the area.

The dim light passed by the iron net, dyed with rust, and reached the bottom layer, and it was already dim and red.

Full of anxiety-provoking colors.

Wang Yao is located in a dilapidated square the size of a basketball court in the residential area. It is surrounded by abandoned buildings on all sides, and there is only a narrow road.

The garbage debris metal brackets are placed at will. A few pieces of garbage are piled up in the corners. A few creatures are lying in it to rest, almost mixing with the garbage.

"Nit...Nit..."

I don’t know if it’s impossible to identify or is too lazy to translate, but the protons have no response.

Several humanoid creatures walked around aimlessly like walking zombies, making irrecognizable murmurs.

Wang Yao did not underestimate anyone or any item here. Since the gravity here is thirty times that, it can survive here, but what exists here will not be ordinary things.

The air is dull, and occasionally the breeze swept the smell of metal and blood.

This area is about to emerge with depression and restlessness.

"What does it feel?" You can feel the interesting gaze behind the dark mask.

Wang Yaowei looked up and saw a scaffolding three floors high. A human figure was wiping his neck from afar.

He sniffed and said, "The smell of chaos."

"Literary and Art."

"What is the iron net for? Do we prevent us from escaping?" Wang Yao looked at the iron net that was a hundred meters away from the ground.

"That?" the black mask looked up: "It's not to trap us, but to protect us."

"Protection?" Wang Yao expected the crisis.

"You'll know in a while."

The black mask said mysteriously.

Wang Yao stopped, stood in the middle of the square, and looked up at the iron net.

The black mask was about to urge Wang Yao to get faster, but suddenly he saw his eyes narrowing and staring at the southeast corner of the sky.

On the barbed wire net that enveloped the sky, a group of weird creatures crawled quickly along the iron net.

"What is that."
Chapter completed!