For every large-scale disaster, there are often traces to follow in its preparation stage.
Maybe it was a strange commotion, maybe it was a symptom of the intensification.
If you don't pay attention, you will be caught off guard when disaster strikes.
At worst, you lose your advantage, and at worst, you lose your life.
Your own life, or the lives of those around you...
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In an instant, these fragments of memories rushed into Lang Hua's mind, suffocating him, making him suspicious, frightened and then trembling.
Like the total defeat in the previous life, like the final battle...
Many times, you find that no matter how hard you try, in the end...no one can save you...
Everything you have done seems so weak now...so ridiculous...
Oh, what a humble wretch...
"It's early, how could it be? It shouldn't be like this! Obviously..." He tugged his hair hard with his fingers, "Just one month later, it was obviously like this in the previous life, and it had already happened. How could it be..."
In fact, Lang Hua had already figured everything out the moment it all appeared.
Maybe he just didn't want to believe it or admit it.
Even though this was happening before his eyes.
Humans are probably the most intelligent species.
We can always look back after the dust has settled on the incident, obtain information from every detail, and then find answers to answer everything.
We can always have an epiphany or enlightenment from God’s perspective after an event or a journey is completed—indeed, there is such a possibility.
"The authorities claim it's a mystery, and they're watching to see the trial."
But simply learning a lesson after a setback is not enough to save lives.
This apocalypse is not a train moving along a predetermined track. History has always been filled and stacked by coincidences and accidents one after another, and then created.
Everything that has happened in the past is, at best, just one of thousands of possible events. So even if we do it all over again, it's never guaranteed that everything will be the same as before.
If we really want to use a metaphor, this apocalypse is more like a car driving slowly on a country dirt road. If you accidentally encounter a small pothole, although it will not make a huge turn immediately like a bicycle, no one can say whether there has been a slight deviation in this straight route.
Even though what is supposed to come will always come, in some details... it has already changed beyond recognition.
Like Lang Hua, didn't he also leave the orphanage early and make so many actions and preparations that were completely different from his previous life?
For the rationality of the so-called established destiny, the existence of reborn people is a huge paradox.
It is precisely in order to resist the fate of his previous life that Lang Hua can use his strong will and mind power to return to the present as a reborn person, trying to make a comeback and save him.
He Langhua is one of the "traps" in this world.
As early as when he took action, a butterfly began to flap its wings in the name of Lang Hua.
The scope of influence will radiate to all active areas around Lang Hua.
Moreover, it will continue to ferment as time goes on...
And throughout the world, in places unknown to Lang Hua, "traps" are everywhere, big or small.
Even though everything on the earth remains as before, it is not controlled in the narrow space above the atmosphere.
The so-called unknown has always brought the greatest impact and risk to the plan.
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Lang Hua should have realized something long ago.
On the one hand, it was due to negligence and paralysis, and on the other hand, it was because he still had a trace of desire and expectation in his heart.
Although... reality severely shattered this expectation.
"Obviously so many things are the same as in the previous life... Obviously everything is going smoothly..." Lang Hua hugged his head and squatted on the doorstep, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "Obviously there are only three more days... Why? Why... …”
"Since ordinary people are not gods, then neither are those who are reborn."
If someone could have said this to Lang Hua at that time. Maybe he won't fall into madness yet.
But what we know better is that when a person's thinking goes into a dead end. The stubbornness is really difficult to get rid of without relying on external forces.
At this time, several black corpses were attracted by the lights of the hut and wandered over step by step.
But Lang Hua seemed to turn a deaf ear.
The male black corpse at the front stretched his upper arms forward and made an unconscious "ho ho" sound from his mouth, making no secret of his desire for fresh flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood of those hands were curled up, and the nails were black and slender. They were getting closer to Lang Hua every minute and were about to touch his shoulders!
At this moment, Lang Hua suddenly raised his head and looked forward with wide eyes.
The eyes were red and bloodshot.
At the same time, Lang Hua's head and neck spread to his whole body, emitting a blood-colored light that was infinitely close to crimson.
The five black corpses that were about to roar seemed to be frozen.
They stood frozen in place, even trembling slightly.
This is the comprehensive pressure of high-level crystal core energy creatures on low-level individuals! However, it always occurs in very rare cases, provided that there is one or several large differences between the two.
His mind suffered an unprecedented huge impact, and Lang Hua quietly advanced at this moment.
Now he is infinitely close to the red crystal core state of the late first order. Compared with the previous initial stage of the first level, Lang Hua crossed one and a half levels without relying on external forces at all.
Although there is a reason why he has made great achievements over the past two years, this is still unheard of in the evolutionary theory of the previous life.
But now Lang Hua can't sense this state at all.
Because as a price for the violent surge in combat power, his consciousness has become lost.
This will be the first day when the "Crazy Demon" Blood Wolf Flower comes to this world.
"Roar!"
He stood up, howled like a beast, and slashed the black corpse opposite him on the waist.
After a few seconds, the upper body of the black corpse slowly separated from other parts and slid down, revealing white bone stubble and black and red sticky flesh and blood tissue.
After that, the part below the waist collapsed. It was as if the upper and lower halves of the whole person were originally glued together with wax oil, but now the wax oil has just melted again.
Lang Hua hunched over and gasped for breath, murmuring inarticulately, and rushed over before the other black corpses tried to escape.
"Why? Why did you show up...die, all of you, die!"
It turned out that even subconsciously, Lang Hua was still blaming himself.
During that time when my mind was fluctuating due to cowardice and hesitation, my plans were delayed, my judgment was disturbed... which resulted in the current irreversible situation...
He can only blame himself, like before, like now. Because he did nothing, because he could do nothing...
The ground was littered with broken limbs, black blood, and colorful internal organs.
A wave of dizziness hit my mind - this is a symptom of dehydration after the limbs are overloaded.
With this weakness, Lang Hua regained some clarity.
He felt his own changes and saw the messy battlefield.
With the experience of thirteen years in his previous life, he understood that he must have fallen into some kind of violent state just now.
But there is no power that comes out of thin air. A child trying to swing a sledgehammer will only end up hurting himself.
Hidden dangers have been laid unconsciously.
Perhaps earlier, at that miraculous moment of rebirth, he was destined to bear a lot of price.
Because everything...is always in balance.
