But now opening it is not considered late. It's just that this faith value is indeed somewhat insufficient.
The transparent block upgrade requires faith value, and the control mode upgrade also requires faith value.
In the future, obtaining faith value will become Xu Yuan's primary goal.
After thinking of this, Xu Yuan opened the system list and took a look at the fear value.
Currently, the fear value has already reached over 7 million.
Looking at the speed of the fear value growth, it seems that it won't take long to summon the entity of zero value Null.
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Sea Monster-Spawning Tower.
"Roar roar… roar…! (Why are these stones so hard?!)"
"Roar… roar… (The flesh on my hands is all scraped off, and this wall still doesn't budge.)"
"Roar roar… roar roar roar… (Are we going to be trapped here forever?…)"
These past days, these few zombies have been trying hard to destroy the walls around this stone chamber.
Every time they placed their hands on it, they could clearly see cracks forming.
But the next time they struck it again, the cracks would be restored.
After so long, they discovered a cruel reality.
These stones seem to be destructible, but they must be destroyed continuously with force.
But they can't achieve this.
Because there is always water flow pushing them in the opposite direction, they cannot stay in place to destroy the stones.
Every time they struggle for half a day, they can hit the stones at most twice. By the time they return to strike again, the stones have already been restored.
The current situation is equivalent to entering a dead cycle. As long as the water flow exists, they will never be able to destroy the stone chamber.
At this moment, several zombies have already started to give up mentally. They are also slowly accepting the reality of never being able to escape.
"Roar roar… roar… (I don't want to try anymore…)"
"Roar… roar… (Living has no meaning.)"
Among the four zombies, two of them stopped moving.
At the moment they gave up resisting the water flow, they were pushed by the current into the deep pit in the center of the stone chamber.
"Roar roar… roar!!!!!! (Little Blue! Little Green!! No!!!)"
Seeing these two zombies give up, one of the remaining two zombies, dressed in red, roared angrily, trying to stop them.
Watching the two zombies fall into the deep pit, this red-clothed zombie also felt a momentary impulse to give up.
In this strange stone chamber, only the four of them developed awareness.
Only the four of them could communicate smoothly. They had named each other based on the colors of their clothes.
They had once worked together for freedom and light.
But fate was so unfair.
Not even a single chance was given to them.
Although seeing his companions leave made the red-clothed zombie feel like giving up, his body instinctively continued to resist the impact of the water flow.
This must be instinct—the instinct to survive.
While the red-clothed zombie was thinking about this, he didn't notice that the other zombie in yellow was slowly approaching him from the corner.
The red-clothed zombie was still mourning the departure of his companions.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands resting on his shoulders.
When he turned his head, it turned out to be the other companion who hadn't given up yet.
He thought Little Yellow was coming to comfort him and was about to say something.
But he noticed Little Yellow firmly gripping his shoulders.
Then, with a forceful push, Little Yellow pressed down on him.
Before he could react, he was instantly submerged by the water flow.
At this moment, Little Yellow's words struck his ears like thunder on a sunny day.
"Roar… roar roar… (You always told us not to give up, to cherish our lives.)"
"Roar roar roar… (You've helped us a lot, now help me one last time, okay?)"
Hearing Little Yellow's words, he immediately understood Little Yellow's intent.
His actions, combined with his words, made it clear that he intended to use him as a cushion!
Previously, they had discussed the possibility that the bottom of this pit might be the ground.
Because they had heard the sound of skeletons falling and breaking apart.
So Little Yellow made this move.
He didn't want to die. The only way he had a chance to survive was by having someone cushion his fall!
If he landed on someone else's body, he might avoid being smashed to death.
And this red-clothed zombie, who had always tried to encourage them and give them hope, became the chosen cushion.
"Roar roar… (I'm sorry…)"
The red-clothed zombie never expected that the companion he had spent so much time with would do such a thing.
Little Yellow had always been the first to support his words. When the other zombies couldn't hold on, he would encourage them. He always acted kindly, and everyone liked him.
He was also very observant; he was the one who noticed the sound of monsters falling.
The red-clothed zombie never thought that, at such a moment, it would be Little Yellow who delivered the fatal blow.
After hearing Little Yellow's words, the red-clothed zombie felt hopeless.
But in the instant he fell into the pit, he instinctively resisted.
His hands gripped Little Yellow tightly, and with a push against the surrounding stone blocks, he flipped himself on top of Little Yellow.
Although he really didn't want to do this, he had no choice.
Only this way could he survive.
If Little Yellow hadn't acted this way, he would have willingly been the cushion himself.
But Little Yellow's actions were undoubtedly a betrayal of his trust.
The red-clothed zombie stared angrily at Little Yellow below him, about to question him.
But Little Yellow's expression was puzzling.
He didn't seem surprised by the red-clothed zombie's reaction, as if he had already predicted it.
There was no panic on his face, even as his body continued to fall.
Even more absurdly, he smiled.
Seeing Little Yellow's smile, the red-clothed zombie suddenly understood.
"Roar roar!!! Roar!! (You tricked me!!!!)"
He immediately realized Little Yellow hadn't changed.
He had planned everything.
Little Yellow knew that the only chance of survival in the pit was if someone cushioned the fall.
And he knew the red-clothed zombie would never sacrifice others. So Little Yellow had to force his hand, triggering his survival instinct.
This was his plan all along.
The red-clothed zombie desperately tried to flip their positions again, but Little Yellow held him tightly.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't flip back.
"Roar roar!!! Roar!! (Little Yellow!! Let go!! Let go!!)"
Seeing that the red-clothed zombie understood, Little Yellow smiled peacefully and said…
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