The tail of the wreckage lies in fragmented in the grass covered with black, and there is no trace of color under the dark night. However, it can only barely see its outline that is almost integrated with the surrounding black, and the first-class white moonlight that is left on the outline of the night sky.

From a distance, the behemoth in the grass was like a beer bottle opener that was knocked down, but the shells in some places had been separated, revealing a steel frame like a hideous fish bone. The broken iron sheet and twisted metal parts were scattered around it in a mess, and some were deeply embedded in the land, covered with a layer of deep black soil ash.

Several cables as thick as arms were pulled from the bones of the wreckage, which were connected to the aircraft cabin not far away. You could hear the buzzing sound of the electric current in the distribution room passing through the machine in your ears.

Liang Cheng walked to the crack of the disintegration of the wreckage at the tail of the aircraft. Above Liang Cheng's head was a huge turbine air inlet with the deep aircraft engine.

Among the wreckage, a slightly bloated figure was busy holding a flashlight. Liang Cheng coughed lightly and walked towards him.

Chu Pingqiu turned his head with the flashlight. He slowly raised his hand, held the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said to Liang Cheng: "You are here just right, do me a favor."

Chu Pingqiu said as he handed the flashlight to Liang Cheng's hand, then held Liang Cheng's hand and pointed the light of the flashlight at a huge machine in front of him and said, "Help me illuminate the place."

Then he leaned over and picked up a big wrench from the ground and began to dismantle the huge machine in front of him.

"What is this?" Liang Cheng asked in confusion as he looked at the machine in front of him.

"The power control hub of the aircraft." Chu Pingqiu replied with difficulty, twisting the huge nut on the machine, "but it has been seriously damaged."

As he said that, he removed a heavy metal component from the machine and threw it on the ground. Then Chu Pingqiu leaned into the machine.

"Give me the flashlight." Chu Pingqiu's body had already penetrated into the machine.

The surroundings fell into darkness again, and the light of the flashlight swayed inside the machine, occasionally shooting out from the gaps in the machine.

On July nights, there is no cool breeze. The flashlight seems to be a source of light, making the surrounding air become dull and hot.

After a while, Chu Pingqiu pulled out of the machine, holding a flashlight in one hand and a smashed-off cable in the other.

The light of the flashlight illuminated the rippling sweat beads on his forehead. He gasped and bent down and cleaved the cable's end with a sharp iron piece.

After a long time, Chu Pingqiu installed the cut cable on a machine with a flashing signal light, and then inserted the other end of the cable with a seemingly inconspicuous connector on the ground, then turned around and turned on a switch of the machine connected to the cable.

After a surge of electric current, everything returned to its original calm.

"Let's go back to the cabin." Chu Pingqiu raised his head and wiped the sweat from his face and said to Liang Cheng.

After walking out of the wreckage, the air suddenly felt much cooler.

Liang Cheng and Chu Pingqiu walked back and forth to return to the cabin. After closing the cabin door, Chu Pingqiu walked straight into the cockpit again.

The control lights of all instrument panels on the cockpit console have been lit.

Chu Pingqiu walked to the console lightly, raised his hand and kept twisting the large control buttons in the ceiling above his head for a while, half of the light on the console went out.

Then, Chu Pingqiu sat in the passenger seat next to the burnt main driver's seat and put on the thick headphones on the console.

Liang Cheng stood quietly beside him, watching him operate the messy button in front of him with interest. Chu Pingqiu seemed to have ignored Liang Cheng's existence and focused on debugging various buttons.

Ten minutes later, Chu Pingqiu took off his headphones.

"What's wrong?" Liang Cheng asked.

"The signal in this forest has been completely blocked by some special magnetic field." Chu Pingqiu pushed the glasses on his nose. "I just tried to contact the outside world through the emergency band through the launch of the satellite, but no matter how much power the signal is used, I can't establish contact with the satellite."

"Magnetic field?" Liang Cheng mechanically repeated Chu Pingqiu's words.

Chu Pingqiu continued: "I feel that this magnetic field must have any potential connection with the magnetic declination angle that appears in the geomagnetic field here, which is a one-day cycle."

"Is it artificial?" Liang Cheng frowned and asked.

"No." Chu Pingqiu said in a negative tone, "It cannot be artificial, this project is too huge."

"In this primeval forest, if modern technology is used to maintain the existence of this huge magnetic field, the energy consumed must be provided by a nuclear power plant, and engineering facilities to assist in the diffusion of magnetic fields are also needed to be established on the ground. If this is the case, we will never fail to see it."

"And if it is really caused by man, why should they make a magnetic deflection in order to block our signals? This is not explained at all." Chu Pingqiu said lightly, "So I guess that under the ground of our feet, there must be something supernaturally formed that has been formed for thousands of years and is affecting the magnetic field of this forest."

"Supernatural stuff..." Liang Cheng murmured.

Chu Pingqiu pondered for a while on his own, then stood up from the driver's seat and said to Liang Cheng: "It's better to go to bed early and set off tomorrow morning."

Cabin, sleep lights, 0:12.

Liang Cheng couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and Chen Xiaojing beside him was still in a coma in his old soft and weak manner.

Amid the chaotic thoughts, Liang Cheng began to organize the messy information in his mind aimlessly.

If the plane crash was really like what Chu Pingqiu said, it was not a coincidence at all. If this trip was originally a man-made arrangement, what would their purpose be?

And those terrifying giant pythons. Faced with this group of races evolved from the reproduction of ancient lives, can we only wait for death?

Next is Kur. Is it really worth it to do anything for the benefit of his own survival? Since that is the case, why would Shaohui let Liang Cheng trust him at that time?

Liang Cheng's head began to hurt violently again.

"Take care...take good care of...sister..."

The scene of Chen Qi's death was repeated in front of Liang Cheng's eyes... the flames, the fragmented limbs... collapsed...

Liang Cheng closed his eyes in pain.

"Brother Liang Cheng still likes Chen Xiaojing, right?"

The next morning.

Liang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, but faced him with the thick ceiling of the luggage rack. There was a golden light in front of him, and another muffled sound in his head. Liang Cheng rubbed his painful forehead and slowly climbed out of the luggage rack.
Chapter completed!