Chapter: 35

Tonight to do preliminary, certain exploration!

His past life as a vagabond made him feel ruthless.

Instead of going downstairs and into the ruins immediately, he opened the cabinet and started adding clothes.

This is not because he feels cold, but to improve his "defense ability" a little in this way.

After putting on the cotton-padded jacket, cotton trousers, and leather jacket, Lumian moved his body and felt that he could not add any more, which would obviously affect his flexibility.

This is more important.

While adapting to the current state, a thought suddenly flashed in Lumian's mind:

This is my dream, what do I want, will I have it?

With the mentality of trying, he began to whisper to himself:

"I want a breastplate and a pistol...I want a breastplate and a pistol..."

The room filled with light gray mist remained unchanged.

It doesn't seem to work, this dream is really special... Lumian calmed down his disappointment, opened the bedroom door, and stepped into the corridor.

There were no lights, it was dark and dim.

Lumian opened the doors of Aurora's bedroom and study one after another. The layout inside was slightly different from reality, but generally the same. The biggest difference was that there was no Aurora in those two scenes, as if frozen in a gray inside.

The same goes for the first floor.

Lumian began to search for self-defense weapons. With his familiarity with home, he quickly had two choices:

One is a fork with a front end made of steel, nearly two meters long. According to Aurora, as long as the target does not have a long-range weapon, this thing is absolutely easy to use and the effect is absolutely outstanding.

The second is the sharper iron black hand axe.

The adult's answer is all of them... Lumian inexplicably remembered a sentence that Aurora often said, but in the end he still didn't do it.

Because he is doing preliminary exploration today, what he needs is concealment, caution, and almost stealth.

And carrying such a long weapon will definitely slow down his actions and make him easily exposed.

Lumian let out a breath slowly, bent his back, and picked up the axe.

He straightened up immediately, and walked towards the door step by step in the faint gray mist.

Without a sound, he opened the door.

After going out the gate, Lumian seemed to have entered another world.

In front of him is no longer the familiar Kordu village, but a dark red mountain and a circle of collapsed buildings around it, which together form a strange ruin.

The high-altitude fog was thick and pale, the light was difficult to penetrate, the ground was fragmented, and there were many rocks. Lumian held an ax and walked forward cautiously. He couldn't find a place to hide his body along the way.

There are no weeds and no trees here.

Lumian walked a little frightened, so he could only arch his back and comfort himself - at least if there was any danger in this area, it would be clear at a glance and could be discovered in advance.

Finally, he arrived at the ruins and came to a half-collapsed building that was burned by fire.