Necromancer Doomsday

The low sky, covered with plume-like clouds, is thick and depressing.

In the desolate wilderness, the sorrowful wind blew by, curling up and rolling up the gray dust, drifting into the distance.

The sound of wu wu's wind is like a screaming horn, and it is like a sorrowful night of a hundred ghosts, as if it is telling endless loneliness, like hell, dark, silent, secluded, and makes people have one's hair stand on end.

The light is fading away, and the darkness is engulfing the earth a little bit.

As if walking from the far end of the sky, step by step towards the darkness, with the thin shadow of light, the persistence of life, the heavy hope, staggering, stumbling, lonely and persistent...

This is a face with a bit of vicissitudes, unshaven, like fallen leaves in late autumn, deep eyes, containing loneliness and loneliness, as if to mourn and mourn the sinking world The dark Heaven and Earth wailed.

There is no sunlight, but day and night cycle alternately.

Vaguely remember, maybe ten days, maybe twenty days.

Tang Fan doesn’t know, exactly how much time has passed. He just walked forward, aimless, with a bit of confusion, and the road was under his feet, but ahead What is it again?

Are there any people alive?

Tang Fan didn't know how many times, he asked himself that, facing the world speechlessly, so lonely.

Along the way, there are bones that have been gnawed away. There are large and small, thick and slender. They are either densely packed together or scattered, just It's like a cold forest hell full of bones.

Tang Fan can't avoid all these bones, and can only step on them.

With grief in my heart, the skeleton under my feet makes a crisp creaking sound, echoing in the desolate wilderness, as if someone is talking about something, like far away, like the whispers of the distant sky, like near, like a lingering whisper in the ear .

This sunken world, loss of life, where is the hope of mankind!

……

I still remember vaguely, maybe it was ten days ago or maybe twenty days ago.

Tang Fan, Xuejiu, and the 08 trio, faced the chase of the Sinking Demon's army, rushing for their lives, and finally got on the Hummer in time, got rid of the Sinking Demon's pursuit, and rushed out of Linjiang at high speed City, away from the sweep of the demon army.

After that, they parted ways.

08 must return to the military headquarters, and Xue Nine must return to the organization base, because they all have a mission and must rush back immediately.

As for Tang Fan, the Blood Nine originally planned to ask Tang Fan to go back with her, but after hesitating, she did not speak because the internal discipline of the organization was strict, and she was just one of the many fighters in the organization , There is no power.

When the time comes Tang Fan, if she returns to the organization base with her, she does not know what kind of treatment she will receive.

Maybe as a guest, but maybe because of being imprisoned, everything is possible.

It was 08. I sincerely invited Tang Fan to join the military department, and said that Tang Fan’s abilities would definitely be reused.

But Tang Fan thought for a while, but refused.

He is a sloppy person. It is quite difficult for him to join the organization, be restricted and obey orders, etc.

For example, with the beards, Tang Fan has clearly told them how dangerous the task they are going to carry out, but they still have to complete the task.

This made Tang Fan admire it, but it also felt incredible.

Before the end of the world came, he was just a citizen with fairly good skills. Every day he lived a uniform life from work to get off work. The world of war was far away from him.

After the end of the world, he just lives for himself.

Blood nine and 08 finally left.

Despite being obsessed with Xue Jiu's body, Tang Fan didn't keep it, but in the end, Tang Fan gave Xue Jiu an ice skull bone and 08 one.

Three people, in the end, only Tang Fan is left.

Without a car, even if there is him, he won’t be able to drive, walk and keep going.

Passing through the village, there was a dead silence. There were no traces of people. Only messy and coagulated blood remained, piece by piece horrible to see.

Tang Fan is lost.

He doesn't know, where should he go? The road is under my feet, but I don't know what is ahead.

This land is unprecedentedly empty, as if it is endless, Tang Fan does not know how long he has been walking.

He only knows that when he is tired from walking, he stops and rests, eats something, rests, and continues to walk forward, without purpose, with a kind of confusion about the front and the future confused.

One second and one minute go by, day by day, every second is like a day, every day is like a year.

The color of the sky remains the same, and the earth is still silent, except for the alternate rebirth of the darkness of the day and the darkness of the night, Tang Fan can't feel anything else.

I can't see the second living person, only the bones.

Could it be, this World, are human beings dead?

No, absolutely not, at least, there are still people like Blood Nine 08 alive.

But, along the way, I don’t know how long it has been. It is as incredible as the blue sea turned into mulberry fields. Apart from myself, I have never seen a second living human, even one. Human corpses cannot be seen either.

What kind of feeling is this?

Fear, horror, panic, and even despair, but in the later stage, I hope to pray and beg, all of which have no results.

Tang Fan has cried, eyes hazy with tears, not sad, not happy, but confused, confused with himself, confused with the front, and confused with the future.

He thought that after killing that many demons, he already had a heart of steel, and he could just look at life and death while talking and laughing, but the facts proved that he was still fragile and he was still a human being.

Perhaps, when I arrive, I can adapt to this lonely journey.

A person walks, a person lives, a person laughs, a person cries, a person sings...

But now, Tang Fan needs a little warmth, human warmth, not Deep dark clouds in the desolate wilderness and icy skeletons.

At this time, even hearing a faint call is no different from a small oasis in the desert.

I raised my head and looked at the sky, as if this cloud of lead dust had not moved since ancient times, as if it had solidified, and it had not changed in the slightest.

If it were not for the alternation of day and night, Tang Fan would have thought that this World would be still.

The air seems to be more dull and darker.

I looked around and sighed softly. This sound only brought loneliness and grief.

Tang Fan knows that it is another dark night, which is about to fall, and he should stop moving forward, and he needs to find a place to settle down, survive such a dark night full of crises, and live until tomorrow. Stay alive and move on...

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