Yanhua couldn't control that much anymore. The door that appeared in front of him was like a life-saving straw for the young monk. He couldn't control that much anymore, so he tried to break the boundary between void and reality and touch the door.
Yanhua felt as if something was broken. He didn't have time to think about it and jumped into the door with the plastic bombs around him. Yanhua felt something was wrong the moment he entered the door. There was no change in the surrounding environment. Yanhua keenly discovered the problem. Everything in the building seemed to be at rest.
He seemed to be stuck in time and space. Yanhua didn't dare to think about it any further. He came to the second floor with an idea. The four people here are motionless.
Zhang Qilu and Qin Dao were fighting with a man.
The old man sitting on the sofa was holding something that looked like a remote control with a crazy expression. Yanhua walked in and took a look, breaking into a cold sweat. The old man's thumb had already been pressed on the button of the remote control. Yanhua reached for the remote control in the old man's hand, but the remote control seemed to have grown in the old man's hand. The little monk tried his best, but it didn't move at all.
Soon Yanhua noticed that he couldn't move even half an inch from everything at this time. Yanhua was really panicked at this time. He came to Zhang Qilu and wanted to wake him up. If anyone in this world knew what was going on now, that person must be Zhang Qilu.
Zhang Qilu seemed to be in a miserable state now. There were more than a dozen wounds all over his body. His left ear was also cut open and the wound was bloody and bloody. Yanhua shook Zhang Qilu desperately, let alone waking up, Zhang Qilu was like a mountain at the moment, unable to shake even a little bit.
The young monk felt despair and confusion for the first time in his life. He was completely at a loss, and when he came to his senses, he was back at the bomb.
Yanhua simply didn't think about anything and sat cross-legged on the bomb. It didn't take long for him to fall into trance. After an unknown amount of time, Yanhua felt a gust of sea breeze blowing on his bald head.
Yanhua shivered for a while, and slowly opened his eyes. The surroundings were dark, and Yanhua realized that it was already night. He immediately looked down and saw that the pile of bombs were safe and sound, and Yanhua let out a big sigh of relief.
But Yanhua immediately noticed that something was wrong. He was no longer in the building at this time. The place where he sat cross-legged was actually outdoors. There was deathly silence around him. He was actually in the ruins of a building. The little monk stood up and looked at the surrounding environment carefully.
There is something strange about this place. There is not even a single living creature, let alone a human being. Everywhere you look there are ruins. Yanhua looked around cautiously, and the next moment he was stunned. He actually knew this place.
Near the sea, although half of the building collapsed, the other building that did not collapse was the previous building in Bay City that had not yet opened.
There were so many questions about what was going on, and the little monk was completely bored for a while. The little monk wanted to leave here, but he didn't want to drop those plastic bombs.
While he was still struggling, a crisp gunshot sounded not far away. The gunshots at this time really sounded like fairy sounds in Yanhua, which meant that this place was not a dead place, but also occupied by people.
Yanhua came to a hill-like ruins and looked towards the place where the gunshots were fired. Yanhua saw a horrifying scene. There were thousands of corpses in the open space below. Soon Yanhua overturned his previous conclusion. There were at least hundreds of thousands of dead people overwhelming there.
There are still some living people wandering among the dead. From time to time, those people use their weapons to stab the people who are not dead on the ground, and then search for something on the dead. A chill rises from Yanhua's back, and he Seems to know what's going on below.
Those people seemed to be cleaning the battlefield. Not long ago, a large-scale cold weapon war should have occurred here. This conclusion made Yanhua even more confused.
Yanhua decided to go down to find out what was going on. He looked at a corpse under the ruins, and when his thoughts struck, he came to the corpse. This was the body of a woman. The woman was wearing a somewhat worn camouflage uniform, and her head seemed to have been pierced by some sharp weapon. But Yanhua could still tell that this woman was not Chinese. With dark brown hair, a tall nose, and a plump and strong figure, this woman should be a European.
Yanhua's eyes left the woman's face and were quickly attracted by the armband on the woman's arm. Yanhua tore off the armband and examined it carefully.
"2028 Doomsday Army."
For a moment, Yanhua's head seemed to be struck by lightning, and he completely lost the ability to think about what 2028 is and what the Doomsday Army means.
Amidst the intense dizziness, Yanhua tried to figure out what was going on. 2028, could it be 2028? Could it be that after passing through that iron door, we actually came to the future? How is this possible, why did I come to this year, why is a good city like this, why do people fight each other, and what is the Doomsday Army.
Yanhua knew that it was impossible to get answers to these things through fantasy.
Yanhua seemed to be squatting there blankly, but he had already noticed that there were countless figures approaching him quickly. These people were quick and light, and they were obviously masters.
Yanhua stood up and looked around. He was now surrounded by hundreds of Doomsday troops wearing camouflage uniforms.
Yanhua smiled bitterly in his heart, what are these? That damn Zhang Qilu, why did he let himself handle these bombs?
Bomb, to bomb, Yanhua never thought about running away. He did not like to see foreigners running rampant on Chinese soil at any time.
Yanhua's singing sounded in the dark night.
"In the memory, the lonely smile... In your eyes, the verdant walk... In our hearts, we also lost control... Suddenly one day I found you and me in a sea of people with others... .Uh-huh, vomit-ho, let’s go, let’s go... Another thunder sound fell in my dream.”
In the midst of this unpleasant singing, a huge explosion pierced the sky, and the sky-high firelight illuminated half of the city. At this time, the little monk had already left there.
The next moment, the little monk appeared on a small island. The little monk stood on the beach and looked up at the mountainside. The familiar island has completely changed. The platform on the mountainside is no longer there. That location is now a steep mountain wall. If Yanhua hadn't been here before, he would have been deceived by the illusion in front of him.
The mountainside has been transformed into a steel fortress. There are many small holes around it. There is a machine gun in front of each hole. Yanhua moves forward cautiously. There is a row of doors deep in the mountainside. Yanhua opened the door in the middle.
The decoration style of the room made Yanhua feel familiar. It was clean, tidy, and heavy. Just as Yanhua was looking around, one wall of the room suddenly lit up. This seemingly natural wall turned out to be a Huge TV.
This reminded Yanhua of Qin Dao.
The upper body of a man suddenly appeared on the screen. The man is mature, handsome and resolute, the person on TV said excitedly
"Little monk, is that you?" Without waiting for Yanhua to answer, the man on the TV continued, "Did you know? We have been looking for you for thirty years."
Chapter 2 The beginning and end of the storm in Hong Kong
Some people died, but not completely...
