"Hoo, ho..."
The college under the sunset is undoubtedly beautiful.
But Li Shengruo may not think that the setting sun is as beautiful as blood at this moment, or he simply doesn't have the energy to appreciate the setting sun at this moment.
He slowly sat on the edge of the platform, breathing heavily.
Next to him, there was the bloody setting sun beside the platform, and countless corpses. Some of those corpses were human beings, all with young faces, and some were abnormal, all of which were hideous and terrifying abnormalities.
The originally spotless white clothes were stained with blood, and the sweat on his back seeped out and dried. Li Shengruo had never been so embarrassed in his life, but his eyes were still bright, unprecedentedly bright.
When he took the last train and arrived in the North, he saw broken human limbs and raging anomalies on the platform.
From that moment on, he fought all the way through the day until now, as the sun set, he was finally able to win a moment of respite, leaving only the silence of the platform full of corpses.
Tiredness and pain from injuries all seeped out of his body like sweat. Li Shengruo's emotions also changed from the initial shock and rage to the solemn silence now.
He took a deep breath, and the injured lungs in his chest seemed to be on fire, but he suppressed it with soul pressure. His body was wailing, every inch of muscle and bone was wailing, and the broken ribs were also in his body. It brought severe pain, and every breath made his originally fair and handsome face become paler.
His physical strength has bottomed out, but fortunately, he has understood the soul pressure between life and death. Even so, his soul pressure will completely bottom out at this moment.
When the last bit of soul pressure is exhausted, what other means can be used to suppress fatigue and those fatal wounds?
Li Shengruo didn't know the answer to this question. He just looked at the burning sunset in silence. He quickly clenched his fingers and opened them. He repeated this action quickly, relaxing the muscles of his arms as much as possible, waiting for the next battle. .
Will the next anomaly come from the teaching building? Or from the other side of the platform?
The darkness behind Li Shengruo was still wrapped in the long package. He took a slow and deep breath, quietly thinking about the ultimate proposition of how to survive.
Faced with such an unexpected situation and a certain death situation, he did not feel sad or unwilling, only calm that he did not expect.
Countless times on the verge of life and death, the manic depression suppressed in the deepest part of his heart was relieved. It was as easy as drinking water. His soul pressure seeped out from his soul and then spread.
Like a mockery of fate, the tired man did not wait for a chance to breathe. A black and unknown train quietly entered the platform, with "K00001" written clearly on its body.
Li Shengruo remembered that this train was clearly the one he took when he arrived. Why did it drive onto the same platform again like a ghost at this moment?
This abnormality alerted him. He stood up and waited quietly for the train door to open.
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Wei Zeshu expressionlessly tore off the copper coin sword stuck on his shoulder. The wound was not very deep, just because the knife in his hand was faster and cut off the opponent's hand holding the copper coin sword faster. Only a pale and skinny wrist.
The light of the sword passed by, and the wrist flew up like a reed stick. The copper coin sword, which had lost its follow-up power, could only cut through the skin and flesh, but could not touch Wei Curcuma's muscles and bones, so it was stuck weakly on his shoulder.
Wei Curcuma pulled it out silently and threw it on the ground of the train. What number is this?
The copper coin sword was filled with blood, and Wei Curcuma's eyes slowly passed over the carriage in front of him - the carriage had long been destroyed into a state of disgrace, with countless corpses and body parts piled together, glass, car body iron, and broken tables and chairs in a mess. , but he was the only one left who could stand and breathe.
From the wound on the upper arm, blood slowly flowed out, flowed down the arm, spread to the hand holding the handle of the knife, and then slipped from the tipless body of the knife and dripped onto the ground.
The knife in Wei Curcuma's hand also lost its tip due to the long battle.
Maybe in the belly of some unlucky anomaly.
He thought this, took a deep breath, and looked out the car window.
Wei Curcuma stood in a pool of blood, holding a knife. His eyes shed two lines of tears because of the sudden light, but he quickly adapted to the bright light.
A while passed after the last anomaly fell, and the train seemed to drive out of a tunnel. The endless wilderness appeared outside the window, and the blood-like sunset spread across the sky and covered the earth, replacing the long-term darkness.
Outside the broken car window, the wind of the sunset blew in, and the colors and burning clouds spread endlessly outside the car window, magnificent and free, the colors magnificent and lofty.
The train was moving, so the sunset was retreating at high speed.
"gorgeous."
Wei Zeshu stared out the window for a while, letting the tears fall on his cheeks. His eyes adjusted to the light, and he went to the bar at the end of the carriage with a knife.
An abnormal corpse was smashed into this place, and the beautiful refrigerator and bar were shattered into pieces. The ground was covered with broken glass and various drinks, flowing freely across the floor.
Looking at the twisted and deformed alloy door frame of the freezer, it was obvious that it could not be opened normally. Wei Zeshu thought for a while, smashed the glass with the handle of the knife, and directly reached out from the transformed door of the freezer and took out a bottle of Coke that was still intact.
Compared with public facilities, I still want to drink cold Coke.
Wei Curcuma thought without any guilt, his heart was so big that he still wanted to drink iced Coke among a lot of abnormal corpses.
He opened the can, and the carbonic acid of the Coke made a pleasant popping sound. The sweet liquid was filled with bubbles and slid coldly into his throat.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
This sip of coke stimulated the wound in Wei Curcuma's lungs, causing him to cough violently and spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with the coke.
"Damn... I can't even drink a Coke to make myself alive..."
Wei Zeshu complained, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, held the can, and looked at the sunset outside the car window in trance.
"Arrived ahead, Northern Institute of Technology, please bring your personal belongings and prepare to get off the bus in an orderly manner..."
The radio in the car suddenly sounded at an inappropriate time. It was an electronic announcement station that had been recorded in advance.
Train K0001 is slowly entering a certain platform.
Wei Curcuma's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to be still drinking iced Coke and enjoying the sunset leisurely, but he didn't even notice that the can in his hand had been deformed by his pinching.
"Are you at the station...?"
Looking at the stalled train, Wei Curcuma squinted his eyes and looked at the platform in the distance.
Corpses, countless corpses, what is still alive among the corpses?
The white and slender human form looks like it is made of jade.
"Is it a human? A survivor like myself?"
Wei Curcuma continued to stare, and the white humanoid figure slowly turned its head. It had a pure white face, no nose or lips, and looked like a god with no sorrow or joy.
But its head silently opened several long vertical eyes, fan-shaped like the tail feathers of a peacock, on its pure white jade face, constantly opening and closing alternately.
