As a matter of fact, Tang Ling did not have much time.
His grandmother and sister were still waiting. Moreover, the longer he dragged it out, the more things would get out of his control and speculation.
His plan was to take the risk and walk out of the Fifth Camp again. With his familiarity with the terrain, he could rush to the surface and see what the situation was like.
How could he waste his time here at Quark's place?
Tang Ling did not understand why he was dragged into the shop without resisting. Was it because of his grandmother's strange attitude after she heard about the Purple Moon Warriors?
Quark did not waste any time. This time, he dragged Tang Ling straight into the mysterious door behind his counter.
Even Tang Ling was curious about what was behind the door. How many good things were there? In short, every time he traded with Quark, he would be able to get something satisfactory from the exchange as if it was inexhaustible.
"Come here," Quark shouted sternly, ignoring Tang Ling's astonishment after entering his treasure vault.
It was indeed shocking. Who would have thought that Quark's small shop would have such a big room?
It was almost a third the size of the empty space where Tang Ling's house was.
Inside the big room, it was filled with all kinds of jerky, clean water, and countless sundries and metals that Tang Ling did not recognize.
These were resources that would drive anyone crazy! Tang Ling's Adam's apple bobbed. If it were not for the danger, he could not guarantee that his heart would not waver.
At the same time, Tang Ling also noticed a wooden shelf in the room. On top of it were books that were labeled as the code of the old civilization and a few small locked boxes.
He did not understand why Quark would collect these books. They were printed with symbols that no one could recognize, and they did not have any practical value either.
Before he could ponder further, Quark's shout pulled Tang Ling back to his senses.
He saw Quark standing under a black iron pipe, and at one end of the iron pipe was a pair of strange, eye-sized binoculars. They were embedded with something transparent known as glass.
"Come here and look. I can't explain the principle of refraction to you. " Quark was still muttering words that Tang Ling could not understand. He pulled Tang Ling to the iron pipe and let him get closer to the binoculars.
Tang Ling looked into the iron pipe with an unusual feeling of doubt, but the scene that appeared before his eyes made his breath quicken.
He could actually see the situation on the surface from underground.
This could not be faked, because he was looking at the seat belt that he was all too familiar with.
"If you think you haven't seen enough, this' periscope 'can be rotated. I spent a lot of effort to hollow out a tree and hid the other end in the tree. I can't be any more ingenious. I'm a genius. " Quark continued nagging as he took out an iron pot from his pocket. After twisting it open, the room was filled with an unusual, stimulating, and mellow smell.
"Wine is really the most precious treasure of the old civilization." Quark took a sip stingily and looked at Tang Ling, whose face turned pale, with a sense of satisfaction.
Including Tang Ling, everyone in the settlement was an ignorant rat.
He was in a superior mood.
However, Tang Ling did not care about Quark's feelings anymore. His brain was about to explode from the surging information.
Periscope, wine … These unknown things toppled his world.
What did he see in his eyes? A real hell?
The familiar safety zone was now filled with densely packed zombies. He could barely see zombies gushing out from the edge of the thick forest.
They devoured everything including the snakes, bugs, small beasts, and even the humans who could not return to the settlement in time and were hiding everywhere.
Bloody was no longer enough to describe the scene. It was like a collapse of despair. Wherever the zombies passed, life was swiftly devoured.
What made him feel even more helpless was that a few familiar entrances to the settlement had been flushed open. Many of the zombies that wandered around without intelligence had entered based on their instincts.
One of the entrances was close to the Fifth Camp.
Thump, thump, thump. Tang Ling's heart started to beat violently. He could even hear the sound of his blood flowing.
Amid his anxiety, he started to search for hope. What were the Purple Moon Warriors doing at this time?
Tang Ling instinctively rotated the periscope, and the huge outline of Safety Sector No. 17 entered his eyes.
Under the searchlight, everything was clear. The purple human wall was still standing at the top of the wall, unmoving. Several figures were hanging from the ropes.
Tang Ling recognized them. They were the patrolling Purple Moon Warriors that he saw when he returned in the afternoon.
The mysterious periscope even allowed Tang Ling to see the expression of every single Purple Moon Warrior on the wall.
They were calm, cold, and emotionless as if everything that happened below the wall was not real.
Their high and mighty presence was infuriating, yet it was hopeless and powerless to shake them.
"Did you see it clearly?" Quark's voice sounded again.
Tang Ling could not move his eyes away from the periscope. He frantically rotated the periscope, hoping to see the slightest bit of comfort.
However, where was there any comfort? All he could see was hell!
Tang Ling wanted to run away, but in the next second, his hands uncontrollably rotated the periscope again.
As a matter of fact, he only moved the angle a little.
Tang Ling saw a figure wrapped in a black robe with a strange tube that looked like a thick straw placed beside the figure's mouth.
Under the Purple Moon, it was a cold night and the cold wind blew as usual.
The black robe fluttered and a strand of flickering silver hair flowed out from the robe.
The zombies that fell into a bloody frenzy in the surroundings actually ignored the figure.
A second felt like a long time. In his daze, Tang Ling heard a faint voice in his ears.
It was melodious, ancient, strange, and out of tune.
What's that voice? Tang Ling's brain was filled with the tune, but the black-robed figure seemed to have sensed it and turned towards the periscope.
Tang Ling's heart almost stopped at that moment.
However, Quark pulled him away. "Have you seen enough? We don't have much time left. "
"There's someone. There's someone among the zombies." Tang Ling looked at Quark with his eyes filled with anxiety. It was a huge anxiety that he had never felt before!
"There's someone? Are you f * cking kidding me? Based on what I know, the zombies can't tolerate living people. It's like how a starving person can't tolerate a little jerky. "Quark glanced at Tang Ling in confusion, but he still instinctively glanced at the periscope.
The periscope did not move, but Quark did not see anyone.
"I hope you're not scared out of your wits! If that's the case, what value do you have? "Quark sounded dissatisfied.
No one? Tang Ling obviously understood that Quark did not see anything.
It even made Tang Ling think that he was hallucinating again because he had experienced it once on the little hill that night.
"I think you understand that you have to leave now." Quark did not want to waste his breath anymore, so he suddenly sighed.
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