Girl dies in her dream life every day

Or in other words, is she alive now?

The words Feng Zun said once again echoed in Luo Xue's mind. She couldn't control her thoughts and started to think wildly.

"Now... could this be another dream?"

But soon, Luo Xue stopped her dangerous thoughts.

She had had similar doubts in the Xianwu world before, but she knew very well that if she continued to delve deeper, she might fall into madness before getting the answer.

In any case, since I am truly experiencing all of this, I can only treat it as real.

After figuring it out, Luo Xue suddenly became enlightened and struggled to sit up.

For those at the innate realm, these falling rocks are enough to be fatal, but for those with a foundation of protective spiritual energy, pushing away the falling rocks is a piece of cake.

"Oh, right, there's also that killer who's almost at the Soul Condensation Realm..."

Luo Xue suddenly thought of Ling Ling who was still in the camp, and her movements immediately quickened.

She didn't know how much time had passed in the post-apocalyptic world during this period of time, so she could only speed up and move the fallen rocks away.

However, Luo Xue could feel that the Zhou Tian Sutra she was practicing now was not the Xuan Yin Hua Feng Sutra that she was used to using before, but the Luo Hua Sutra of Jue Xiao Sect.

In addition, the dangerous Wanzai Diaoling Body is also gone for the time being.

This made Luo Xue feel a lot more at ease. After all, it was not a good idea to bring this thing back.

Not to mention that the withering body of ten thousand years will create a dead and silent wasteland. On the other hand, although Luo Xue is very strong in the withering state, she can't do anything and can only sleep.

Even if I can't use the Xuanyin Huafeng Sutra now, my foundation-building skills are still real.

not to mention...

Luo Xue's fighting style is rather unrestrained, usually swinging a heavy sword to chop people, which has nothing to do with the Xuanyin Huafeng Sutra at all. Instead, it is more like physical cultivation, and the influence of the technique on her combat effectiveness is not that great.

Maybe Luo Xue is not strong enough to crush the entire post-apocalyptic world now, but dealing with a little assassin in the Soul Condensation Realm is not a problem at all.

Not long after, the light around gradually became brighter, and Luo Xue finally cleared a path from the accumulated fallen rocks and was able to see the light of day again.

When she looked at the sky again, the scorching sun was already casting deadly scorching rays, the surrounding trees were all dead, and the ground was full of dry cracks.

According to conservative estimates, the temperature in the air could reach around 60 degrees, which is a level that would cause skin ulcers for ordinary people if they came into contact with it.

Of course, for Luo Xue, this temperature is not much different from an ordinary summer temperature, and she doesn't even need to use her protective spiritual energy.

But this kind of weather means...

"How long... has it been?" Luo Xue's pupils shrank slightly and her breathing became a little faster.

She looked in the direction of the camp, and a bad premonition emerged in her heart.

Last time... the surrounding environment was a cold disaster that had not yet completely ended, and now... it looks more like the early stages of a scorching sun disaster.

If it was the later stage of the scorching sun disaster, the pile of fallen rocks where Luo Xue was would be turned into powder and become part of the dry earth.

An idea came to Luo Xue's mind, and without any delay, she immediately walked towards the camp.

The distance between the camp and the grove was not far. With Luo Xue's current cultivation level, she arrived at the camp in almost an instant.

Luo Xue's expression was slightly gloomy. Holding a sharp and slender stone that looked like a dagger in her hand, she stepped into the camp cautiously.

"..."

The camp was quiet, without any sound.

The surrounding houses built with sunken wood were dilapidated, but still intact, with no signs of fighting.

Luo Xue did not call out for Ling Ling, but instead concentrated on sensing everything around her.

When the situation was not clear, she did not act rashly to alert the enemy. This was the experience that Li Guijiao taught her: to be cautious at all times.

Finally, Luo Xue walked to the center of the camp and saw a big pot standing on the open ground, surrounded by a pile of weathered wolf bones.

There was nothing in the pot, but from the marks left on it, it could be seen that broth had been cooked in it.

Luo Xue remembered that the day she left, the prey she had hunted was cooking in the pot.

But...where is Lingling?

Where is the Lingling?

Luo Xue took a few more steps and came to the cellar used to store supplies in the camp, which was also the camp’s shelter.

As soon as the cellar was opened, an unbearable stench hit us, as if it was coming from flesh and blood that had been rotting for a long time.

Luo Xue calmly dispelled the stench and saw everything in the cellar with the dim light of her pupils.

"...There are no signs of being touched. These are all prey I hunted before."

Luo Xue felt relieved a little, as the worst situation she had expected had not yet happened.

At least...she didn't see Ling Ling's body in the camp.

No news is the best news.

Moreover, there were no signs of fighting in the camp; even the big pot in the center of the camp was not overturned.

It was more like Lingling left the camp after drinking the whole pot of soup.

It’s a pity that Luo Xue doesn’t have the ability to go back in time, otherwise she would be able to see what happened in the camp.

Now... there's only one last clue left.

The assassin.

Although Luo Xue didn't know his name, let alone where he came from, she remembered the assassin's face.

Perhaps because he looked down on Luo Xue, or perhaps because he was too disdainful to hide, the assassin did not conceal his appearance.

With her memory at the Foundation Establishment stage, Luo Xue could easily draw the appearance of the assassin, without making a single mistake.

"Well... let's go to the nearest suspended tower first."

Luo Xue raised her head, looked at the seemingly endless sky, and took a deep breath.

She knew that this sky, which seemed to be shrouded in infinite shadows, was the only place where humans could survive. Only the sky could avoid the ubiquitous natural disasters.

Three hundred and twelve suspended towers...

This is the true human civilization in this post-apocalyptic world.

The endless wasteland and the displaced people are just parts of what has been abandoned.

......

"The docking procedure with the No. 103 suspended tower has been prepared, and the 'Tower Engine' is being guided to slow down!"

"Deceleration is normal, steering is normal, the engine is starting the shutdown procedure, repeat, the engine is starting the shutdown procedure!"

"Docking procedure has been initiated! Start docking with Suspension Tower No. 103!"

As the loud rumbling sound gradually approached, the high tower city hanging in the sky slowly fell down.

A surging and hot air wave was stirred up around the tower city, sweeping up everything around it, but it was firmly confined to a certain range.

Not far away, the barbarians on the ground looked up at the suspended tower, with a bit of desire and light in their dry and desperate eyes, but all of these were stopped by the uniformed personnel armed with live ammunition nearby.

Even though the suspended tower has fallen on the wasteland, the people of the wasteland are still unable to enter.

Only the tower dwellers, or specially authorized wasteland dwellers, are qualified to approach the suspended tower city.

The scorching air wave did not last long, and soon, this vast tower city had fallen to the ground. The magnificent city was out of tune with the desolate surroundings.

"Docking successful! Mission successful!"

"No. 103 Suspension Tower has officially begun its twelfth day and night of navigation maintenance, which is expected to take two tower cycles."

"Ladies and gentlemen, salute the true God! This is a rare trip to the wilderness with a pleasant climate. Come out for a walk!"

A fat middle-aged man wearing a bowler hat stood on the wall of the tower and spoke to his citizens with great enthusiasm.

Not far from the bustling suspended tower, there were crowded piles of barren people. Their skinny bodies and pale faces formed a sharp contrast with the mayor of the tower.

But...this is a grand event for the wasteland people.

Only at this time can the barren people get the only chance to contact the tower people.

Many kind-hearted tower dwellers are keen to help these needy wasteland dwellers. Some lucky wasteland dwellers' children may be spotted by wealthy tower dwellers, and taken to the suspended tower, where they will live a happy life away from the wilderness.

Even if they did not receive any help, the generosity of the people in the tower was still an opportunity for the people in the wasteland to earn supplies.

Luo Xue was wearing a tattered cloak, standing among the crowded wasteland people, looking up at the suspended tower, a look of surprise on her face.

To be honest, this was the first time she saw a suspended tower. The previous camp was not on the route of any suspended tower. She had only heard about it from the uncles and aunts.

Even this kind of gathering had only been heard of before.

Luo Xue now possesses the strength of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Although it is not known what level of ability user this is equivalent to, she is already qualified to survive alone in the wilderness.

Coupled with the super perception ability brought by cultivating immortals, Luo Xue quickly found a gathering place of wastelanders in the wilderness, and learned the news about the suspended tower from them.

Human civilization has a total of 312 suspended towers, each of which has a number.

This is not a name, but it is recorded in the Federation and travels on a specific route number.

A complete flight of the route is called a tower cycle, which is equivalent to about two and a half months.

As for the twelfth day and night, the period of time when natural disasters from the scorching sun occur frequently is called polar day, and the period of time when natural disasters from the extremely cold occur frequently is called polar night. The two merge into one day and night.

The length of day and night is not fixed, but the cycle is usually several decades.

However, there are still some natural disasters such as extremely cold weather during the polar day and some natural disasters such as extremely hot weather during the polar night.

So far, the surviving human civilization has experienced a total of twelve days and nights. Now it has entered the twelfth night and is about to usher in the thirteenth day.

At the end of the Twelfth Night, all the suspended towers must be lowered to the ground for inspection to ensure normal operation of the Thirteenth Day.

"The coming thirteenth day..."

Luo Xue sighed softly, feeling a little emotional.

The beginning of each day is when natural disasters occur most frequently.

During the first high tower cycle when the twelfth day just arrived, the surface temperature reached a maximum of 120 degrees, which was a real furnace of the sun.

More than 60% of the barbarians found it difficult to survive the early stages of the day and night.

For the people in the wilderness, living has always been the most difficult thing.

The gate of the suspended tower slowly opened, and many residents looked at the scenery outside the city with anticipation. They were curious about every scene in the wilderness, even though these scenes were deadly demons to the residents.

Compared with the wild people, the tower people are obviously more like humans in the usual sense. Their bright and beautiful appearance reminds Luo Xue of her previous life, when people in big cities also looked like this.

But now...

"I have to find a way to get into the suspended tower first." Luo Xue's expression was slightly gloomy.

She came to the suspended tower not to enjoy herself inside, of course, but to find the whereabouts of Lingling.

The only clue is the assassin, and the only place to get information about the assassin is inside the suspended tower.

At this time, Luo Xue missed the Sha sisters all the time. If they were here, it would be much easier and Luo Xue wouldn't have to do it herself.

Professional matters should be handled by professionals, and Luo Xue is not good at gathering intelligence.

Thinking of this, Luo Xue took advantage of the crowded crowd, used her Thousand Transformations Technique, and disguised herself as the ghost girl of Li Guijiao, and naturally blended into the group of tourists from the tower.

With her current ability of disguise, although it cannot be so realistic as to be mistaken for the real thing, at least her appearance cannot be seen through.

Luo Xue's appearance itself makes it difficult for people to associate her with a barren dweller. Even if she is naturally beautiful, it is difficult for her to show her beautiful side under the harsh conditions where the barren dwellers live.

Not long after, some residents who were sightseeing in the tower planned to return to the suspended tower, but Luo Xue mixed in with them as if nothing had happened, intending to use this opportunity to enter the suspended tower.

but...

She had just walked to the docking platform of the suspended tower when two uniformed officers stopped her.

"Wait a minute, young lady."

The uniformed officer looked at Luo Xue, a puzzled look on his frowning face, "Did you... drop something?"

Chapter 132 Lingxi Potion and People with Special Abilities

During the docking of the suspended tower, it is common for the barbarians to try to evade detection and escape into the tower city.

For the wasteland dwellers, hiding in the tower city is better than lingering on in the endless wasteland.