Apocalyptic Forecast

This world is about to end.

Huai poems have never experienced this before.

He raised his head and saw the falling snowflakes falling from the sky, quickly falling on his nose, paved with a gray layer.

It was tiny dust that was hard to see.

The dark snow.

From a week ago, the black snow fell from the sky and continued to the present, just like the ash after something burned out.

Until everything is covered completely.

Is like adding soil to the coffin after the funeral, burying everything in a hurry.

Now Huai Shi raised his head, he could see the ground that had become dark under the pale sky.

On the dark ground, the mist of mist curled up and rose slowly.

There was a faint laughter behind.

Huai Shi continued to walk forward with no surprise, following the direction of the wind, beside him, a mist appeared like a village in the mist, and in the gentle firelight, a blurred figure beckoned to him, beckoning him Go by and get closer.

Huai Shi glanced back, the mist wailed, shattered, and the illusion dissipated.

This illusion has seen too much in the past two days. After the whole world is covered with ashes, it seems that it has become this uncomfortable hanging form.

Every place seems to be strange traps and cages, waiting for people to throw themselves into the net.

Was then run straight by Huai Shi.

Tiles do not stay.

But there seem to be many people who have crushed like this.

In the process of moving forward, Huai Shi's footsteps saw a deep imprint of the huge ravines around him.

When he climbed up a mountain beam and looked down, he saw that the gully with a depth of several meters turned out to be full of regular marks, just like ... a huge rut.

Even the mark of rutting is a bit too much.

Is like a city that has equipped itself with tracks and wheels. It passed by slowly from here, against the wind, and headed south.

Huai Shi tried to raise his head to look at the rut, but he didn't see anything. Obviously, they had been here for a long time. But even the endless black snow could not overwhelm the traces they had left.

After discovering this, Huai Shi didn't know why she suddenly became a little happy.

Even if it is a sign of destruction, it cannot overwhelm the traces that once existed.

There must be something that can be left behind.

Even the wreckage and ruins are good.

That is the proof of the existence of life.

He continued on the road, the wind blowing behind him.

Anyway, there are no main tasks to do now. It is like walking around in the sandbox game after finishing the game.

Aimlessly.

Recently, he has been walking in this direction, because from the beginning of the week, when the black snow fell, the strong wind began to blow.

At the beginning, there was no airflow at a long distance, but the more the air flow was in the direction, the wind speed became more and more intense.

Rolling through the dark snow, people can't see the way ahead.

He wants to know where these winds are blowing.

Anyway, I ’m also idle, why not exercise? So Huai Shi went on the road simply and decisively. Once he walked, he walked for a week ...

After seeing the mark of the rut, he walked forward a week again.

Walked to the end, the gusty wind behind was like a natural disaster, and a huge stone kept flying up and was rolled into the air.

And Huai Shi continued to move forward as if nothing was wrong.

Like a planetary engine in a certain work, he gnawed stones when he was hungry, crunchy, and hungry.

try {mad1 (\ 'gad2 \');} catch (ex) {} He now eats a meal and can dig a hole directly from the side of the mountain, and eats to the side of the mountain. It takes a long time to eat a meal, but Actually ... it seems to be no problem if you don't eat.

If he was thirsty ... he would not know what to do if he was thirsty.

Because the water source is getting harder and harder to find recently. However, after drinking the whole lake in one breath, he was never thirsty again, and there was no feeling of dryness.

And the volume is getting bigger and bigger, to the end, he has lost his real sense of his body shape.

The gusty wind didn't move at all, as if it were a small hill, and the highest mountain around him seemed to him to be the height of the surrounding wall, as long as it was pulled twice.

I didn't see anything bigger than myself.

Every step you take, the earth makes a roaring loud noise. Many mountain packs collapse on their own when approaching. More often, he needs to pay attention to it, and he will fall into the ground.

"It's a bit too unscientific, right?"

Huai Shi turned back and asked the souls who sang hymns in the light back: "Will you not break through the atmosphere when you grow up? But then again, do you have an atmosphere on this side? The sky is infinitely high, even in outer space. There is no such concept ... "

"Holy Say!"

The souls of the lizard people praised in unison.

Huai Shi scratched his head and asked, "Do you have any clues?"

"Holy Say!"

The exclaimed people were exasperated.

"..." Huai Shi's dog head twitched and couldn't help sighing: "Will you say anything other than Sheng Zai?"

"Holy Say! Holy Say! Holy Say!"

The souls in the back of the light sang more and more crazy, as if inspired by Huai Shi, which made Huai Shi extremely powerless.

"... OK, you continue to sing, and you can still be a bgm, right?"

Now, all the lizardmen's consciousness and soul are contained in the body of Huai Shi, and their source is running in the blood of Huai Shi.

In short, Huai Shi is like a small box, containing the last consciousness of the lizard people ... Although this metaphor is a bit strange, it is always right.

Their consciousness is sleeping in the bones of Huai poetry, and the remaining instincts and beliefs are transformed into this light wheel, always praising the holiness and greatness of Huai poetry.

It's whimsical to expect them to respond, and it's good to be able to sing a song for yourself.

At least a little sound, not too lonely.

Just like listening to the lizardman's single cycle, Huai Shi continued to move forward.

Until the end, he finally stopped.

Looked up at the sky in the distance.

Well, he finally knows where these winds are coming ... In the sky, a big hole was broken.

All the air was lost from that huge rift and disappeared into the unknown darkness.

Huai Shi tried to throw a piece of iron over there, but it quickly dissipated after the piece of iron flew into it. Finally, the feeling passed back was only a piece of extreme emptiness and coldness, and nothing could exist in it.

It can be predicted that if the air passes at this speed, the whole world will soon become a vacuum, right?

As he stood on the spot and scratched his head, he saw the light above the sky dome lit by layers of black snow.

Stars seem to be a little bigger.

Then, a little bigger, a little bigger ...

Until the end, Huai Shi finally reacted, widening his eyes in amazement.

He finally understood.

It was the stars falling.

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Four days later, the burning six-winged undead bird descended from the sky and landed on the dry desert, seeing Hydera waiting here.

try {mad1 (\ 'gad2 \');} catch (ex) {} "Aren't you saying to wait for me by the sea?" the undead bird asked suspiciously.

"I said so."

Hydera ’s nine skull faces replied indifferently: "Two days ago, this was the seaside."

"..." The undead bird was silent for a long time, and the voice asked dryly, "What are you going to show me?"

"follow me."

Hydera turned his huge body and walked slowly towards the depths of the dry ocean.

They walked forward for three days and then stopped in front of the huge mountain of steel.

The rough piece of black iron fell from the sky and smashed the skeleton of a whale, and then crushed the barnacles and corals. I left a deep gully in the sea, and then wedged deeply into the broken In the seabed.

On the huge iron block, there is still a trace of faint blue fire burning slowly, just like the candle in the wind.

"Aren't you going to see the falling stars?"

Hydera lifted his tail and pointed, and said in the ugly face of the immortal bird: "This is it ..."

In the distance, in the dry seabed like a desert, I do not know how many large and small pieces of iron have sunk into the sand, and I can no longer see the appearance of once solemn and glorious.

This is the final destination of the stars.

"Let everyone call."

After a long silence, the six-winged undead bird spread its huge wings and rose into the air: "This is not something a person can solve ..."

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Huai Shi stood among the black snowflakes that had stopped falling.

This should be the edge of the country of fog, where he was once immersed in the illusion, and he even fought the landlord here with two buddies who did not know where.

But now, there is nothing left here.

There is only silence.

In the deepest part of the dissipated mist, Huai Shi found several bones snuggling with each other. Before the last arrival, they had embraced and slept.

Free from fear and despair.

Huai Shi stood blankly for a long time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ For a long time, for a long time, he lifted the tip of the tail, dug a pit for them, carefully put them here, and covered them with mud.

Because they did n’t know their names, Huai Shi did n’t even know how to set up a tombstone for them.

"I originally wanted to bring you together ..."

Huai Shi scratched his head, sighed gloomily, and turned away. After walking a few steps, he turned around and sincerely thanked: "Thank you for your stew."

No one responded.

In the mist, there seemed to be the old outline of the cat's grandmother, waved at him, and disappeared again.

Huai Shi didn't know where to go.

The whole world seems to be ending.

Along the way, he had never seen anything alive at all, and was only able to find decay and distortion in the increasingly serious depth index.

The whole world is dying slowly, as if it really became the world after death.

Became hell.

While Huai Shi was meditating, he felt the sky above him shake slightly.

He thought it was an illusion, and the sky shook again.

When he raised his head, he saw that in the middle of the sky dome, the light of that big fireball decayed rapidly ... like an old light bulb, struggling to shine twice.

Went out.

The world fell into darkness.

The sun is gone.

Huai Shi opened his mouth dully.

He began to thank himself with a huge light bulb.