There was a rumbling sound.

In the surging dark red fog, all the abominable living beings turned into charcoal fire and burned into ashes.

When the task was shown on the scroll, this sinful family that had been fully entrusted with evil means to obtain taboo power, thus ushering in the final destruction of the family that survived from the "Age of Suffering".

In addition, during the purge operation, Colin also retrieved all the parchment rolls and synthetic stations.

At this moment, everything ends.

Colin breathed, turned around and patted one of the six survivors on the shoulders.

"See it, it's fine now."

He was about to say this, but... Before he could pat him on the other person's shoulder, the survivor suddenly fell down.

His hands were slapped.

Bang bang bang bang...

Six figures fell down one by one...

They closed their eyes at some point, and their faces were neither crazy pain nor pathological fanaticism, but only peace, and seemed to be satisfied at this moment.

The air was filled with dead silence.

Maybe one or two minutes later, maybe only a dozen seconds, maybe only a few seconds...

For a time that seemed to be stretched out, the bright horse lantern was still burning.

"May the light bless..." Shanna opened the Bible for a rare moment, her body emitted a holy light, and she chanted softly in a graceful tone, bringing the deceased's last prayer and blessing.

The ethereal and beautiful voices of poetry sounded from the opera hall of the old nobles flowing with smoke, flesh and blood, and bright red.

Colin and others stood quietly, their brains a little dazed, and they looked down at the "survivors" with their heads...

They were as if they were asleep, with peace on their faces, and even as if they were having some good dreams. They fell asleep deeply, with an imperceptible curve on the corners of their mouths.

Perhaps, they finally returned home in their dreams, lying on the sofa, lying on the bed, playing with computers, looking at their phones, or working overtime, returning to their peaceful daily life.

There, they finally didn't have to face the fog, nor did they have to face any monsters, nor could they see despair and suffering anymore...

When prayer and blessing ended, Colin breathed a deep breath and said calmly: "Take it out and burn it and then bury it."

After saying that, he didn't continue to say anything, and he was too lazy to complete the task at this moment.

The four survivors who had not yet been brutally injured came forward silently to take away the six bodies...

Some of these people used to have clashes with one of them while exploring, but now, it doesn't matter anymore.

In a slightly dull atmosphere, Colin took the lantern and left in the direction of the downward direction.

He took out the parchment rolls as he walked and conveyed the information about the tunnel leading to this area to the base.

But at this moment...

Colin suddenly stopped, then looked at a stone arch with a vigilant look, and did not continue to take steps.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Li Chou quickly took out the "conscienceless cannon" and pointed the slave at that place.

At this moment, a slight noise suddenly came from the stone arch, and a man dressed in strangers suddenly walked out of the darkness.

The man was wearing a Western formal dress that had faded in many places and had a lot of patches, but was "spotless" and was very clean.

The most unignorable thing is his eyes and hair.

Gray hair and gray eyes...

At this moment, he stepped into the blood-stained opera hall with a smile on his face, as if he was showing that he had no malice.

He looked around and exclaimed: "Awesome, awesome, these things have been solved by you so easily..."

"Who are you?"

Colin frowned, ready to launch a 'mental piercing' at any time, "and, stop immediately."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I have no malicious intentions..."

The man raised his hands as familiarly as he had practiced.

"I am Russell. Are you the reinforcements found by Ms. Lan Ling? What's going on outside now?"

???

What the hell are you talking about?

Listening to the words of this man who claimed to be Russell, a lot of question marks came out from Colin and others, and it seemed that something was wrong.

Who is this guy?

Who is Ms. Lan Ling?

What's going on outside? What else can be done outside? That's it outside!

But at this moment, the prompt appeared to make Colin frown deeply, and his eyes became sharper.

[You have never heard the language in men's mouth. You vaguely realize that there may not be such language since the humans on Earth became civilized.]

The prompt is already obvious...

This man spoke a language that had never appeared on the earth...

He was surprised just now, and he had been traveling through time, so why are there people dyeing their hair and wearing beautiful contact lenses?

Now with this prompt...

Everything is answered.

"Do you know how 'Ms. Lan Ling' died?"

Colin began to talk.

At the same time, he also guessed who "Ms. Lan Ling" was-

Headless female corpse...

At that time, the calluses under the feet of the headless female corpse could not grow in a day or two...

Compared with other parts of her body, it is easy to know that she should not be a woman who does heavy work every day.

Since the calluses are new recently...

The answer is obvious. The owner of the corpse had been moving in the fog for a while before they appeared.

Colin has always suspected that a group of "survivors" had been released before them.

But neither the chat channel nor his own exploration have found clues about the "last group of people".

But now...

This clue seems to have appeared.

But what Collin didn't expect was that the "last group" of people were not even the people on earth...

At this moment, the man whose name was turned over by the system machine was stunned when he heard this: "Are you dead?"

"Oh..." He sighed, "Isn't her death very obvious? She announced the system's problems, but was sanctioned by the system for a while, but she still couldn't dodge it. Then again, how could you not even know this...?"

As he spoke, the man named "Russell" paused a little bit.

He finally realized something at this moment.

Grass! Fuck it turns out we are not from the same group!

System problems are something that all survivors know, so how could someone ask?

"Ah, haha, this is a bit embarrassing..."

Russell was like a husky who had mixed into the pack of wolves, and forced a smile on his face, "Friend, why don't I give you something, I'll hide back to the ground, what if you think you haven't seen me before?"

He regretted it a little, he was too urgent...

"Sorry, friend,"

Colin reached out and didn't beat the smiley man, "hand over the parchment rolls, synthesis tables and horse lanterns, and handed over all the supplies, handed over my life to me, and told me everything you know..."

The reason why he dared to say this was because he reminded that this person was troublesome to deal with, but...

Not so troublesome that it cannot be solved.

However, he had no intention of killing this "previous generation" because there was a lot of information available to him.

It can be said that everything the other party knows can be said.

Because you shouldn't know anything, you're dead after you know it. If you don't die, it means there is no problem.

At the same time, Russell, who was opposite him, had no change in his face and did not answer immediately, but a lot of confusion could not help but burst into his heart.

I know what the horse lantern is, but what is the "pangskin roll" and the "synthesis table"...

Things unique to these survivors?

But then again, it turns out that there are really survivors from other civilizations!

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Chapter completed!