dusk.
At the foot of Longhu Mountain.
Zhou Han raised his chin slightly, with a faint smile on his lips, and walked at the front.
Behind her, there were two slovenly old men, looking dejected and hopeless, dragging their feet forward slowly.
As for Lu Dongbin, he was still flying in the sky with his sword, his expression cold, just like the legendary sword fairy.
So far...
Daomen, who had been idle for many years, finally came out...
Although there are only two people, it is still a new milestone, enough to be recorded in history.
…
Wasteland.
A boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old was holding a rubber ball in his hand and walking slowly forward at a very uncoordinated pace.
And the ball in his hand had a human face attached to it.
The expression on this man's face was distorted, as if he had suffered some intense pain, and even the ball was still dripping with blood.
From a distance, it is easy to see the ball as a human head.
"Brother...are you playing ball?"
Suddenly, the boy stopped, looked at the figure in front of him, and asked in a very low tone, without any emotion in his voice.
Moreover, there were no eyes in his eye sockets for a long time, only two small hands were exposed, twisting constantly, looking very scary.
"OK."
The figure opposite him suddenly squatted down, a sunny smile appeared on his face, and even ruffled the boy's hair affectionately.
This move made the boy startled for a moment, full of confusion.
This script...is wrong.
According to his reaction when he met other people in the wasteland, shouldn't he have screamed and fled quickly?
This contrast makes it very uncomfortable.
"Here, give the ball to brother."
After saying that, the figure opposite it couldn't help but snatched the ball away: "Let's see my brother do a magic trick for you."
As the figure finished speaking, the fresh, warm ball he had just snatched from his hand disappeared out of thin air, as if its previous existence was just an illusion.
The boy was startled for a moment, and then he quickly realized that he became angry. He opened his mouth wide, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. You could even see an eyeball inside, which was roaring resentfully through his open mouth. Look at yourself.
"Little guy, you are so naughty."
"Brother will do a new magic trick for you."
Seeing the boy's condition, the figure felt helpless. He sighed and stood up. An exaggerated machete that exuded a terrifying aura appeared in his hand and was placed on the boy's neck.
As if he felt the threat to his life, the boy's body suddenly stiffened, and his wide-open mouth suddenly closed. He looked much more honest: "Thank you... thank you... brother."
After saying that, the boy turned around and left without the slightest trace of nostalgia, as if the ball was just an insignificant thing and it was worth it to watch a magic trick with it.
"Who said ghosts are not afraid of death?"
The figure looked at the boy's retreating back and said quietly, slowly putting away his machete, his tone full of relief.
Under the moonlight, it was Wang Ye's handsome face.
"It should... be there soon."
Wang Ye glanced at the surrounding environment and said to himself.
I have to say that after I haven't been to the wasteland for a while, these ghosts are still working very hard, and the materials in their hands have become rich again. I don't know where they found the treasures. In short...
Wang Ye was very satisfied with the harvest from this trip to the wasteland.
Although he wasted some time, Wang Ye also knew that this was wrong and not good...
But... I just can't control my hands.
It always feels like when you encounter a decent supernatural object, if you don't stop and pick it up, you are committing a crime.
No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat!
It was past twelve o'clock in the morning, one step closer to the third eternal night.
"Only seven days left..."
Wang Ye's figure suddenly moved, and the next second he appeared next to an old tree that looked very ordinary. He punched it in and made a huge hole in the tree.
The tree jumped very humanely, lifted its roots deep into the soil like human legs, and ran away.
Wang Ye followed the old tree leisurely, holding an extra container in his hand, aiming it at the wound of the old tree, and catching the blood flowing from the old tree.
It wasn't until the old tree was completely drained that Wang Ye took the container back with some disappointment.
"The plant-based ghosts are fatter."
"It's just too little."
With that said, Wang Ye glared at the old tree as if he was angry, and then set off again, heading towards the area on the map.
…
Guimenguan, Tianzhu branch.
Zhang Ziliang is sitting in the office. Different from the busy days before, he is sitting very leisurely on the office chair. His desk, which is always full of documents, has also returned to tidiness.
"I haven't discovered it before. It turns out that this world actually has some different beauties."
Looking out the gloomy window, Zhang Ziliang sighed.
"After I stopped working, why did I feel a little uncomfortable?"
"Born to work hard."
As he spoke, Zhang Ziliang smiled to himself and opened the safe in the corner. Inside the safe that looked very solid, there was only a drawing board and a few pens...
Zhang Ziliang just sat quietly at the window, picked up a pen and kept drawing on the drawing board.
What is outlined on the drawing board is a city.
gate of hell.
It's just that in Zhang Ziliang's drawing board, the city is far less gloomy than it is now, and looks full of vitality. Many people are walking casually on the streets, and everyone's face is filled with joyful smiles.
The vendors on the roadside are busy introducing their products.
Several children were playing on the roadside.
The only flaw was that there was a thief in the crowd. He bent slightly and sneakily put his hand into a passerby's bag. He looked very alive.
perhaps...
This is what a peaceful and prosperous age should be like.
If it is too perfect, it will appear a bit false.
soon...
Zhang Ziliang started the second painting.
It was a very remote and quiet village. It must have been early in the morning. A dirty girl was standing outside a courtyard with very calm eyes.
In the courtyard, there was a young man who looked to be only about twenty years old.
The girl and the boy just looked at each other across the short wall.
On the other side of the courtyard, the same young man stretched out his head and glanced this way.
this...
It was the scene where he and Zhang Xiao met for the first time.
Looking at this painting, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Ziliang's mouth. This smile... was very satisfying.
