Chapter 1: Waking up and being reborn (1)
Zhuang Mingxu is dead.
Five years after the end of the world, Zhuang Mingxu, who possessed the most powerful superpowers, died.
He died during a search for supplies, which everyone thought would be safe.
Lu Weiyi always felt that he could not care about anything. After all, he had been living like this for more than ten years. Living in his own world and being a salted fish who didn't care about anything was much easier than worrying about those disgusting things.
But when the news of Zhuang Mingxu's death came, he was still completely enraged.
The man who protected him for seven years before the apocalypse was dragged down by his disgusting so-called family because of his indifferent attitude after the apocalypse, and was finally pushed into the zombie group and became a stepping stone for others to survive.
The man who ruined the army's bright future and who always said gently, "Don't be afraid, Xiaoyi."
In the end, not even a physical body was left.
Lu Weiyi felt unprecedented anger.
Ever since he witnessed his mother being killed by his father and his mistress at the age of 12, and experienced his loving grandfather labeling his son's behavior as negligence and silencing him, he has never felt this kind of anger that wants to destroy everything.
She was the only person in the world who held him in her heart regardless of gains or losses.
They harmed me again!
The pair of clean, white hands cut off the tendons of those people's hands and feet one by one, and threw them into the pile of zombies. When listening to the shrill screams, Lu Weiyi had only one thought, which was -
Let’s go to hell together!
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Wutong City, six o'clock in the morning.
The morning light shone through the curtains onto the bed. A young man with eyes and brows as if carefully carved by God frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
Her eyes are like clear springs, like a baby who is ignorant of the world, or like the clarity of a person who has experienced many ups and downs. He stared blankly at the roof for a long time, looked around, pursed his lips, and was somewhat confused about the situation.
Lu Weiyi remembered that he was dead.
The explosion of an ordinary S-level superpower core can blow people within a ten-meter radius into pieces, not to mention his SS-level psychic superpower. The explosive mental power rushing into the brains of the people around him is enough to destroy their superpower cores, not to mention his self-destruction.
It can't be such an environment.
Lu Weiyi climbed up from the bed, touched the soft silk nightgown on his body, walked slowly to the bathroom, and saw a beautiful and dazzling face in the mirror, white and rosy - this was his face.
To be precise, it is a face that was carefully taken care of before the end of the world. After all, after the end of the world, no matter how well protected it was, it would face zombies and an unknown tomorrow all day long. This delicate face quickly became thinner, and even though it was still beautiful and attractive, it lacked some healthy color.
He turned on the faucet and came out clear water without any odor. He hadn't seen this scene for more than a year. He touched it tentatively, and after making sure it was not an illusion, he began to wash slowly.
There was no need to save money. He took a bath and picked out a set of clothes he liked from the closet. Lu Weiyi felt much better and began to slowly observe the current situation while walking out of the room.
There were light footsteps downstairs.
He stood silently at the corner of the stairs and saw a strange middle-aged woman.
The woman seemed to be frightened by his sudden appearance. She was startled for a moment, then she said respectfully, "Master Lu, you are awake. Do you want to have breakfast now?"
Lu Weiyi looked at her for a while, but couldn't remember who this person was. He nodded and waited and watched.
There was a Chinese and Western breakfast on the table. Every time the woman brought up an item, Lu Weiyi's eyes became more surprised. It had been a long time since he had seen such carefully prepared food in the last few years of the apocalypse.
Having never been hungry, the precious young master still maintained good manners. He did not eat like a wolf, but quickly stuffed the food into his mouth and exclaimed in his heart, "It's so delicious. I should let Zhuang Mingxu have a taste..."
Lu Weiyi unconsciously thought of that familiar person, and his heart ached. The food in his mouth seemed to be stuck and he couldn't swallow it.
No chance.
Zhuang Mingxu is dead.
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