Seeing that the streets of God Burial City have become lively, couplets have been posted on the door of every house.
Of course, Wang Ye’s family also has them.
That stuff...is also ready.
Wang Ye's scalp felt numb when he saw it, until pots of dumplings were cooked, exuding aroma, and in an instant... the smell of the New Year was there.
Wang Ye sat at the dining table in a daze, eating bite after bite.
'Cleaner Wang Ye' and Xiao Si were standing by the wall together, their eyes falling on Wang Ye.
This scene feels very strange no matter how you look at it, but it is also very natural.
finally.
In this silence, Wang Ye finished his meal of dumplings.
As soon as he finished eating, 'Cleaner Wang Ye' rushed over, picked up the plates on the table, and went to the kitchen to finish them, looking quite impatient.
Wang Ye looked at this scene, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and finally turned around and opened the door and left.
this home...
For the time being, he has no intention of coming back.
…
On the rooftop.
Looking at the bustling God Burial City and the cold evening breeze, Wang Ye's thoughts gradually drifted away.
This... should be the last comfortable New Year that I can live.
After a while, those guys in Heaven and Lingshan will start to recover one after another. They don't even need to wait for four eternal nights, and wars will start to break out.
Decisive battles always begin silently.
And I have to start to get busy. It is not realistic to live a comfortable and weird New Year like today.
"The wind is blowing..."
Looking at the dark night sky, Wang Ye sighed, a little sighing.
After hesitating for a long time, Wang Ye took out a bouquet of fireworks from a cloth bag he carried with him. He stared at it blankly for a long time before finally shaking his head with a bitter smile.
Now...is not the time yet.
I hope these fireworks will be lit one day on the wall of the God Burial City.
If Zhang Ziliang knew that he was still in the mood to spend money on fireworks at such a critical moment, he would probably jump out of the coffin and blast himself.
"but..."
"Who said fireworks must be set off with gunpowder."
A smile suddenly appeared on Wang Ye's lips, he took a deep breath, stood up, and suddenly flew into the air, emitting a dazzling golden light that almost illuminated the entire God Burial City.
"Xiao Xiaoliu!"
"Come!"
Flying in the dark mid-air, Wang Ye suddenly shouted loudly.
In the fountain, a relic flew out and landed behind Wang Ye. It also emitted golden light and complemented Wang Ye.
This scene attracted all the investigators in the room, and their confused eyes fell on Wang Ye.
"It's my job, show off."
"Are you still having fun?"
Wang Ye grinned.
The long-eared figure reappeared with confidence: "No problem."
"good!"
Wang Ye nodded.
The next second, a huge Buddha appeared in the void, with golden light that was so dazzling.
Golden lotuses bloomed like a sea of blooming flowers, surrounding the Buddha.
Sutras, one after another, are constantly rotating around the Buddha and the sea of flowers.
And then...
The scriptures began to explode continuously, like the most beautiful fireworks, and the starry sky was colorful and beautiful.
Then, the sea of blooming flowers disappeared.
Conflicting with the explosive scriptures, it highlights an alternative beauty.
at last...
The Buddha who closed his eyes opened his eyes at this moment, with a smile on his lips, like the scorching sun exploding in the sky, and the light spread for three hundred miles.
The God Burial City looked like day in this dark night.
Then, these continued to explode in mid-air, and the wanton golden light pieced together a line of text.
'The Buddha worships and celebrates the new year, and the human race lasts forever! '
'Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes! '
...
Looking at this gorgeous scene in the sky, the investigators in the God Burial City fell into silence one after another. I don’t know how long it took...
"His grandma's, the human race will last forever!"
"The human race prospers!"
"Human race...Human race...fuck you!"
Roars sounded one after another, and this scene seemed to give everyone a shot of cardiotonic. At this moment, there were roars everywhere in the God Burial City, and the sound was loud.
Once upon a time, when Yong Ye first broke out, who could have imagined that in such a desperate environment, the human race could reach this point.
What about Heaven and Lingshan?
Since the human race has been able to reach today with firm steps, it can continue as always.
…
Back on the rooftop, Wang Ye was a little sad.
"Old fox, this year's fireworks..."
"Although it's not what you like best, but... at least it's not extravagant or wasteful."
"Who said that the only one who stands in the light is a hero..."
With emotion and loneliness, Wang Ye seemed to blend into the darkness, and finally disappeared, leaving only the murmur, which was still echoing in the air.
perhaps...
This is what Zhang Ziliang says most.
Born in the light, melted into the darkness, using bloody means to perform heinous good deeds.
…
Its daybreak.
Yesterday, the God Burial City was still involved in the New Year's carnival, but it was only one day. On the first day of the new year, the atmosphere in the God Burial City became tense again.
The investigators organized themselves together one by one, and after digesting the batch of materials, they once again went into the wasteland in groups.
As for those who are already disabled, if they can get prosthetic limbs, they are waiting for Zhang Xiao.
Even the prosthetic limbs couldn't withstand it, and the body was on the verge of decay, so he froze himself, which was considered a different kind of sleep, waiting for recovery and the day of self-destruction.
Those who still have some mobility are responsible for the daily operations of God Burial City.
And recruit new people.
The assessment remains the same.
Fresh blood cannot be cut off.
In this regard, Wang Ye chose to delegate power. He did not have the energy to worry about this. From today on, he will be under greater pressure.
Haunted house, basement.
Lu Wu looked nervous and paced back and forth in the room in anticipation.
Wang Ye stood in the corner.
"Why do you look like a father waiting outside the delivery room to give birth to his son?"
"I'm a little worried for you."
Wang Ye complained helplessly.
Lu Wu glared at Wang Ye resentfully: "You don't understand."
After saying that, he continued pacing back and forth.
Wang Ye, on the other hand, had no energy to complain at all.
As expected, Wang Ye has not had much time to return to the Burial God City in the past year, so he is looking forward to witnessing this scene, and then he can plan the real decisive battle in a down-to-earth manner.
Time passed by minute by minute.
The heart suddenly beat vigorously.
(Coding in an Internet cafe is really a workout. There are people all around. They are playing games while I am coding. Some curious people will ask, brother, what are you doing? Author? So awesome, so awesome, Where to write, what’s the name... In short, there are all kinds of strange questions, and there is also this intense game atmosphere. It is really tempting. I really want to blend in without typing!!!)
(I will make up for the manuscripts I owe in the past two days. The time I have to come out every day is really limited. I tried my best today. My brother is cute...the scene of a large-scale social death...a group of people who feel uncomfortable.)
