In the crisis survival game, relying on space to win is numb

Liu Lili didn't say anything, and was the first to follow with a compass.

At this moment, the direction pointed by the pointer on his compass is directly in front of the tree path.

Zhang Mingye cast a sidelong glance at Zhao Xiaojuan who was stunned on the spot, snorted softly, and followed quickly.

"Ah! Wait for me! I complained so much just now, but I'm not so scared now!"

Zhao Xiaojuan, who came to her senses belatedly, looked at the backs of the three of them carrying their schoolbags and hurriedly followed them with small steps.

Zhang Mingye originally wanted to ridicule her a little, but he glanced at Luo Ye's back and held back.

After that, the few people walked very quietly and carefully.

Although Zhao Xiaojuan was also a little scared, she gritted her teeth and endured it forcefully.

The cold wind that blew through the woods earlier seemed to be set, and it would blow over every once in a while.

The windmill also "srusted" repeatedly.

A few people are not surprised.

After walking for about half an hour, the vision in front of several people suddenly widened.

They finally came out of the jungle!
The rotten smell was mixed with a strong and moist earthy smell, rushing towards the face.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Luo Ye, who has always been calm, couldn't help but stop and let out a deep breath.

Liu Lili and Zhang Mingye, who followed closely behind, were also stunned.

At this moment, the compass in Liu Lili's hand, which had been quiet for a long time, started beating wildly again.

Liu Lili: "."

Zhao Xiaojuan was the last to see, her heart almost jumped out of her throat:
"This is--!!!!"

Luo Ye frowned slightly: "Windmill? Cemetery?"

Everyone: "!!!!"

They looked up, and all they could see was a black tombstone that couldn't be seen.

The tombstone is not big, the size is only A4 paper size.

On one side of each small tombstone stands a small, whirling white windmill.

What they heard earlier, the children's laughter, cries, and fights, seemed to come from here.

In the distance, I can faintly see the windmill in the photo of Wuxin Park.

But the windmill blades are not the colorful colors in the photo, but black.

There is a bright red spot in the center of each wind blade.

It looks like seven bloody eyes
The temperature of the surrounding environment suddenly dropped a lot unconsciously.

There was faint moisture, condensing around the few people.

"Squad leader, what should we do? Are you still going forward?" Zhang Mingye asked after looking at the strange windmill in the distance.

"That should be the core of Wuxin Park. We are not with the guardians, so we won't go there for now. By the way, look, what is that?" Luo Ye frowned slightly, and pointed to the cemetery.

Several people looked in the direction of his finger, and the fear value in their hearts filled up in a second.

In the windmill cemetery not far away, on top of several black tombstones, several names formed of black smoke appeared:
【Luo Ye】

【Zhao Xiaojuan】

【Liu Lili】

【Zhang Mingye】

Several people looked at each other for a second, not knowing what to do.

"Don't talk when you go in later." After explaining, Luo Ye took the lead and walked gently towards the tombstone where his name was.

On the tombstone belonging to his name, a few words were engraved:
【Luo Ye, 10——9/10】

He randomly scanned the tombstone next to him, but the numbers displayed were different:
【Wang Junjie, 9-3/10】

【Jiang Cheng, 8-7/10】

Luo Ye knew that in the dungeon, any regular and weird places basically implied some kind of clue.

He couldn't help but frown: What does the score behind this mean?
Why are you all different?

He went to look at the tombstones of Zhao Xiaojuan and the three of them again, and the results showed that the scores were all the same:
【Zhao Xiaojuan, 10-9/10】

【Liu Lili, 10-9/10】

【Zhang Mingye, 10-9/10】

Everyone: "." They also obviously noticed the weirdness of these numbers.

Several people scanned the cemetery again, and found that the tombstones here were all of the same pattern.

All signed X/10.

And the number behind the name, the smallest is 0, and the largest is 17.

When several people checked the tombstone, they found that there was more and more water vapor in the air.

Soon around their bodies, light water mist gradually lingered.

Zhao Xiaojuan even felt a few small drops of water on her eyelashes.

She didn't dare to speak, so she reached out and patted Luo Ye lightly, then pointed to her eyes.