end of ten days.

Qi Xia never expected that he walked along the road for a whole day, until the sun fell into the horizon, he did not see the edge of the city.

A normal person can walk at a speed of five kilometers per hour, but Qi Xia calculated that with his physical condition, his walking speed is only about three kilometers per hour.

He has walked for more than seven hours today, covering a distance of more than 20 kilometers.

Now I just feel dizzy, and my legs are shaking constantly, and I can continue to walk forward, almost all relying on the inertia of my legs.

"I just hope I die sooner..."

After walking for another ten minutes, Qi Xia really couldn't move anymore. He found a dilapidated building and walked in. It was going to be night, and if he was outside, he would encounter those weird "bugs", although he didn't know for now How dangerous are those bugs, but he still chose to avoid these unnecessary troubles in advance.

Qi Xia lit a fire with Officer Li's lighter, then took out the map of "Tiantangkou", turned it over, dipped his finger in his own blood, and roughly recorded the distance he had traveled before.

The city is much bigger than he imagined.

I thought that if I walked down the road, I would at least come to a place like the wild, but I didn't expect that the buildings around me gradually grew taller, as if I was walking from the suburbs to the city center.

"The diameter of an ordinary city rarely exceeds [-] kilometers..." Qi Xia used his own blood to draw the picture while thinking about something, "Theoretically, we will reach the edge of the city before tomorrow afternoon, and everything will be decided by then."

Thinking of this, he approached the fire, found a comfortable position and lay down. The blood on his body had all dried up, exuding an unpleasant rusty smell.

Last night, Lingo treated his wound with a torch. Although the bleeding stopped, the burnt place was painful and itchy, which made it difficult for him to sleep all night.

After daybreak, Qi Xia dragged his body which was almost useless and got up.

A night's rest did not allow him to recover any strength, and he is now exhausted.

There is no water, food or medicine.

Qi Xia even envied Han Yimo for being able to die so simply.

He found some clean waste paper from the room, tore it into pieces and swallowed it.

If there is nothing in the stomach, I am afraid that I will not be able to see the edge of the city.

Facing the rising sun, Qi Xia set off again.

He is already far away from the original square, where the "bells" are not heard, and the "zodiac signs" are rarely seen.

But as he continued to go deeper, the number of aborigines in the city gradually increased.

It seems like a real city here, except that most of the people on the street are walking dead. They have no expression, no aggressiveness and no communication with other people, just wandering aimlessly on the street.

For a moment, Qi Xia felt like the walking dead on the street.

There is no difference in their movements, demeanor, expressions or even walking speed.

How ironic is this?

Could it be that these people have also been stabbed before, and then walked to the edge of the city with a clear goal?

As the sun got higher and higher, Qi Xia felt that his state was not right.

He touched his forehead and neck, which seemed to be getting hot.

It seems that burning the wound with fire is too risky. Even if the bleeding can be temporarily stopped, the infection and fever of the wound cannot be avoided.

Qi Xia felt that the more he walked, the heavier his eyelids became, and his whole body might fall to the ground at any moment. If he fell down this time, he might never be able to stand up again.

Nearly half an hour later, Qi Xia stopped slowly by the side of the road.

He couldn't move a step.

At this moment, he put his hand on an old taxi by the roadside, panting heavily.

"It's such a pity..." Qi Xia glanced at the road in the distance. There is still a long way to go, but it's a pity that he is about to collapse here. It seems that at the last moment of his life, he still can't see this place the ultimate secret.

Qi Xia supported the old taxi, lowered his head annoyed, and just when he was about to sit down, he suddenly found someone in the car.

The man didn't look like a corpse, but a woman blinking.

"Aborigines..."

Qi Xia looked at the stiff ground, then at the soft seat in the car, showing a wry smile.

If he really wanted to die here, he would at least choose a soft position.

Thinking of this, Qi Xia accidentally opened the car door and sat directly in the co-pilot.

The car is very fragrant, it is a girl's car in my impression.

I don't know if it's good news, but at the last moment, Qi Xia was able to get rid of the stench that filled the whole city.

"I never thought the car seat would be so comfortable..." Qi Xia muttered to himself, "Now I can die with peace of mind."

"Excuse me, where are you going?" The woman beside him asked lightly.

"Where are you going?" Qi Xia shook his head with a wry smile, "Where else can I go now?"

He patted his thigh with his hands, and slowly read the lyrics: "Drive, drive to the edge of the city, roll down the windows, trade speed for a little pleasure..."

"Is it on the edge of the city?" The woman thought for a while, "I don't know where it is, please show me the way."

After finishing speaking, the woman pressed the price indicator in the car, and then twisted the key.

As Qi Xia expected, there was an old sound coming from the car, but it didn't start.

The woman did not give up, and twisted the key several times in a row. Finally, after twisting the key five times forcefully, the whole car trembled.

Qi Xia was taken aback, and turned her head to look at the woman in disbelief. She really didn't look like an "indigenous person". At least her complexion was ruddy and her figure was well-proportioned. Could it be that she was a "beautiful person"?

A "beautiful man" with his own car...

"Fasten your seat belt and let's go." The woman stretched out her hand and put it in first gear to start, releasing the clutch and releasing the accelerator in one go.

Qi Xia was at a loss and felt for the seat belt, only to find that there was only an elastic cord at hand, and the metal buckle on it was rusted.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he could only try to talk to the woman: "You...you are...a taxi driver?"

"Guest, you really know how to joke." The woman shook her head, and then shifted from second gear to third gear, "I'm not the driver, so am I still stealing the car?"

Seeing the woman in front of him communicate smoothly, answer questions fluently, and even make a little joke, Qi Xia couldn't understand it even more.

A woman with such a normal mind is obviously not an "indigenous person", so she should be a "participant", but why does the "participant" drive a taxi?

"Didn't you realize that... this place is very abnormal?" Qi Xia pointed to the scene outside the window, trying to figure out the position of this mediocre-looking woman in front of her.

"Really?" The woman glanced out the window after hearing this, and said lightly, "It's not normal, it's cloudy."

Qi Xia sighed helplessly. It seems that the woman in front of her is still an "aboriginal person", but she seems to have just transformed into an "aboriginal person", and her thinking is still relatively clear.

"What's your name?" Qi Xia asked again.

The woman didn't speak, and pointed to the place in front of Qi Xia, where the woman's qualification certificate was hung, with the woman's photo and name on it.

She has a nice name, Xu Liunian.