“Wow!”

Zhou Kong shouted, as if he was born from his mother again.

“What’s going on?”

He shouted, watching his body turn into pieces and enter a black hole, and the pain begins to spread to every cell. He can't do anything, so he can only watch... This situation is similar to the action movie of Ye Guan Island Country. Seeing a beautiful woman being ravaged by several big men and trying to save her, but she can't push her away.

"Ahhhh!"

The eyes suddenly lit up, and Zhou Kong felt that the black hole had already emerged, his body was returning to its original state, falling down rapidly, and the fierce wind made him dizzy and swollen... He hated why his physical fitness was still so good, and that he didn't faint in such a bad situation.

"boom!"

He landed on the ground, and under the huge impact, he finally got what he wanted and fainted.

...

The wind blows and the dust flies, and there are no flowers or grass.

"squeak."

Old Locke tremblingly pushed open the broken wooden door and looked up. The morning mist in the distance had not yet dissipated, and the light red Chuyang was already struggling to reveal his head; the fiery red blood crystal tree was dazzling, and the birds spreading their wings sang with a sharp sound, leaping up to the clouds and disappeared.

"Ahem."

Old Locke was choked while breathing the air conditioner in the morning. He raised his eyebrows with one hand and looked carefully in the distance. The morning mist could no longer block the tall figure of the tower. Under the sun that became brighter and clearer, its tall body actually seemed cute.

"It's not like this!" Old Locke shook his head and said to himself. He never thought there was anything cute about the Sky Tower. It was just a battlefield, a battlefield where humans hunt for food! When hunting, too many lives were buried in it.

Solemn! Strong! Horror!

This is the image of the tower of heaven, the bones that form mountains, the blood that gathers into rivers, and the wailing sounds... It is a grave for hundreds of millions of people. No one will find that soul returns to the place where they are.

Old Locke shook off the strange idea in his head, picked up the axe, picked up the firewood piled up outside the house that had been dried to pieces, and chopped it up. This pile of firewood was Lao Locke's greatest pride in his life and the result of his hard work throughout his life - this was the result of his hunting of food from the Sky Tower.

Capturing prey from the Sky Tower is not just food, but their bones can be regarded as firewood. The higher the firewood pile, the more respect it will receive in front of everyone.

Brush! Bang!

The spine of a low-level three-headed dog was placed vertically on the ground, and Old Locke split the axe straight from top to bottom. He chopped it very happily and felt better, not only because of the chopping materials, but also because his son Xiao Locke was about to return from the Sky Tower with food.

When boiling a pot of water, Old Locke understands his son's preferences. A pot of hot water will be so happy for his son who has spent a month fighting all day!

Wash away the dust and grind it, and look brand new from the water, and it’s cool!

The firewood made of bones burned under the stove, flying up and down, crackling, and jumping with flames as if telling something.

Old Locke lowered his head and said with a sad expression: "What it said is probably a regret for life. Perhaps the process of life from leaping to death is just a fire."

Old Locke lowered his head and looked at the flames carefully, his gaze gradually shifted to his right leg, where it was empty.

He couldn't help but sigh. If this leg had not been bitten by those hateful prey in the sky tower, he would have accompanied his son to continue to fight to the sky tower and teach more methods of hunting prey. His years passed, and countless experiences of life and death were obtained, and there were still many things that had not been taught to his son...

"Without giving, there will be no gains!"

Old Locke remembered this saying and said to himself: "Yes, since you have deprived them of their lives to eat their meat to live, what is it that they have lost one leg to make you lose one leg in order to live! You are eighty years old, how much have you killed and how much meat you have eaten in the past eighty years!"

His gaze raised to the sky tower again, tall and straight, standing in the middle of this continent, where they were their food source, accompanied by fighting, and a nightmare place for death.

"That is the final destination of the residents of the Tianta Continent." Old Locke remembered his father, grandfather, and ancestors... They were all buried in the Tianta. Only after they broke one leg, they could no longer enter it. They could only wait to be buried in the soil in a frustrated manner on the day of their death.

The best destination for a warrior is the last bullet that died in the last war.

Old Locke had never heard this. He just knew that he was once a warrior. He had always had a wish to enter it again for the destination of Tianta. His legs were disabled, and the tragic reality could only bury his thoughts deeply in his mind.

After the water was burned, the mist had gone, and the sun became bright and bright. Under this light, Old Locke saw his son strode from a distance.

"Dad, I'm back." Little Locke had a huge voice, and he walked very fast with his tall body, and he walked in front of him with a few big steps.

Old Locke picked up the crutch and stood up, staring at Little Locke. His son was burly and strong. He fought in the sky tower for a month. Although his face was full of fatigue, he could not block the joy of returning home. The big cloth bag behind him thought it would be the harvest of this month.

Old Locke suddenly saw that there was not only a cloth bag on his back, but also a man on his back.

"Who is he?" Old Locke narrowed his eyes and observed it. This man was dressed strangely and looked like a clever person, not like a scammer...but there was no such person in the village.

Little Locke didn't bother to answer, and went into the house to put the man on the bed, looked into his nose, and replied with relief: "Dad, on the way back, I saw this man fainting on the side of the road. After I woke him up, I asked me where this was. I said the name of our village, but he fainted suddenly. I saw that there was no decline around, so I carried him back."

Old Locke stepped forward, looked at the face of the man on the bed, and said, "He is very weak, and there is hot water in the pot. You should make some zombie heart hot soup, which should be helpful to him."

Zombie hearts are part of their food. They are disgusting in shape and appearance, but they taste sweet because this thing is the lowest-level species in the tower of heaven - Zombie hearts. They are easy to capture and are considered the type of food they eat the most.

Little Locke took out a piece of meat from the bag, which must be the heart of a zombie. He put it in hot water, poured a handful of earth salt, and after a while, he swung the heat with a spoon, scooped a large bowl, and sent it over.

"You open his mouth." Old Lock ordered.

Locke acted as he said.

Old Locke poured spoonfuls into the man's mouth, and the man's face slowly turned red. Old Locke said with confidence: "He is much better. Let him lie down for a while, and he should wake up soon."

After hearing this, Xiao Locke felt relieved, sat on the chair and said, "Dad, I've been exhausted this month, but I've gained a lot, look," he took out a bead-like thing from the bag.

Old Locke was shocked after taking it, "Ah, these are the eyes of the one-eyed zombie. You, can you actually reach the third floor now?"

Little Locke touched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "After going up, I just killed one and almost got surrounded, but fortunately I got this eyeball in the end."

When Old Lock heard his son's words, he felt very complicated, and he was filled with some concerns. The strength of each layer of species in the sky tower has gradually increased. He also went to the third layer and knew the power of the one-eyed zombie. Now, his son has the eyes of the one-eyed zombie, proving that his son has reached the third layer of the sky tower. He sighed: "Third layer, son, you have become a warrior, I am proud of you!"

Little Locke smiled honestly and said, "Dad, my goal is much higher than that of the warrior. I want to reach the tenth level and become the King of War, just like my father."

Old Locke couldn't help but sigh, "Yes, he was the King of War many years ago. He had long forgotten how many years ago he climbed the tenth floor of the Sky Tower to become the King of War." Those past scenes were like feathers flying in the air. Just as they were about to grab them, the feathers broke away from their palms and flew away from afar.

Old Lock stopped thinking, paused and said, "Son, you must pay attention to safety in the sky tower. You should try your best to hunt at the bottom first, and then enter the third floor after your strength has stabilized."

Little Locke was about to agree when a loud howl came from a loud howl: "Where is this?"

Old Locke and Little Locke realized at the same time that the man on the bed had woken up. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!