Jack's prosthetic eye scans the graffiti on the broken wall.

The distress signs painted with radioactive paint are fading, and moss is sprouting from the letter "O".

"Something's wrong." He kicked the deformed can away. "This was a nest of mutant cockroaches last month."

Newcomer Lisa's mechanical dog suddenly barked.

A hound with three heads and six eyes emerged from the rusted subway hole, and purple wild flowers bloomed where its saliva dripped.

"Shit, they're... evolving?" Sniper Mike's crosshairs trembled.

The headphones blasted with an electronic voice: "That's the recovery."

Twenty laser beams penetrated the hound's skull.

What burst out of the bullet hole was not brain matter, but dandelion fluff.

Lisa saw the flowers take root and devour the remains of the mutant dog in a blink of an eye.

Medical soldier Irene wipes the nano-repair device.

The metal shell was newly branded with the emblem of Chang'an City, and green data streams flowed in the tile patterns.

"Song Tou'er's aesthetics." She injected the wounded with a light golden liquid, "She said it was a nutrient that Sister Gu squeezed out of the ground."

Mycelium emerges from beneath the wounded's rotting skin and weaves into new dermis.

The radiation detector in the corner of the wall went out automatically, and vine-like codes crawled across the display screen.

"The seventh area has been purified." The robot dog spits out a piece of glowing ore. "Energy purity is 99.7%. It is recommended to deploy an ecological tower."

In the sniper's scope at dusk, the messenger of the evil god is decomposing.

Mike watched the metal shells being pushed apart by weeds and dandelions bursting from the joints.

The moment he pulled the trigger, the bullets split into a swarm of bees in mid-air, and each mechanical bee held a seed in its beak.

"What the hell is this ballistics?" He stroked the newly engraved rice ear pattern on the barrel of the rifle.

"This is the Savior's good morning kiss." Erin tapped the earphone. "She said the Earth loves romance."

Countless pillars of light suddenly rose from the ruins, each wrapped in an energy ring shaped like a tree ring.

Lisa's robot dog starts playing "The Blue Danube".

In the makeshift camp late at night, a holographic briefing danced in the campfire.

"Chief Song dismantled the nuclear reactor in the Northeast Region this morning."

Irene projected a picture: the black sword split the lead alloy shell, and the green color spread like flowing water.

Jack stared at the newly issued tactical canteen in his hand.

The body of the pot is engraved with a picture of a prosperous Tang Dynasty market. When hot water is poured into it, the holographic vendor starts selling Hu Bing.

Irene opened the lid of the kettle, and the aroma of wolfberries mixed with the data stream evaporated.

During the pre-dawn raid, Lisa learned the true art of warfare.

The electric saw arm of the evil god's messenger was disarmed by the ivy, and the self-destruct program was destroyed by the sudden surge of groundwater.

As vague shadows emerged from the smoke, the metal debris across the battlefield began to photosynthesize.

"This isn't a fight." Mike's sniper rifle fired irises. "This is ecological reconstruction."

Irene holds down the first aid kit that's growing like crazy: "She's reviving the world."

"That's crazy!"

When taking inventory of supplies after the war, Lisa discovered that all the equipment was changing.

Silkworm silk grows on the lining of bulletproof vests, bullet casings sprout into miniature potted plants, and even hemostatic bandages produce strawberries.

"Don't pick it." Jack slapped her hand away. "It's the Savior's surveillance camera."

The aurora suddenly tore through the radiation cloud, and the outline of a giant tree emerged in the light curtain.

Each leaf is a rotating galaxy, its roots entangled in twenty-three space-time coordinates.

"The countdown for the ecological center has started." Irene's nanorobots collectively tap-danced. "Song Tou'er said that the next celebration banquet will be held in Chang'an in Zhenguannian."

The return convoy drove across the newly grown grassland.

Lisa saw growth rings growing on granite, hot springs gushing from abandoned nuclear silos, and three mechanical birds teaching crows to fly in formation.

The car radio suddenly interrupted the announcement:

"The purification of Area 720 is complete. Survivors please go to the Ecological Tower to receive the Tang Dynasty recipe..."

Jack suddenly rolled down the window.

The wind was filled with the scent of rice flowers and mixed with the faint music of chimes.

In the rearview mirror, the ruins they had just fought were blooming, steel bars twisted into iron trees, and concrete cracked into amber.

Irene changed the skin of the mechanical dog into a peony flower: "Get ready. The next time you go on duty, you will have to go through Xuanwu Gate."

Gu Man's military boots crushed the last of the radiation crystals.

Mycelium exploded from her feet, like millions of transparent blood vessels piercing into the scorched earth.

The tremors of the earth's veins crawled up along the ankles and formed a tattoo of young sprouts at the collarbones.

"It's your turn." She wiped her sweat.

Song Lufeng untied his tactical belt and inserted the black sword into the crack.

The sword handle is made of talismans and has roots that penetrate three thousand meters into the earth's crust.

"Chang'an mode, activated." A holographic star map shot out from his watch.

The cracked earth suddenly churned, and the concrete fragments were glued together by mycelium to form ridges.

A-li's drone swarms swooped down to plant seeds, and each seed was covered in a luminous fungus coat.

Old Zhang was kneeling on the edge of the field, trembling.

The robotic arm carefully removed the soil layer: "Buds... green sprouts!"

Handa's radiator belched steam: "The air humidity has reached the standard. I suggest playing plant growth ASMR."

"Something exciting!" Ah Li kicked off the stereo.

The moment the Yellow River Cantata resounded through the wilderness, the wheat seedlings collectively grew ten centimeters taller.

Song Lufeng's black sword was inserted in the center as a baton, and wherever the sword energy passed, flowers bloomed.

A pack of mutant wolves raided the granary at night.

Gu Man held down the wolf leader with his bare hands: "Be good, eat this." The mycelium rolls are genetically modified alfalfa.

The moment the wolf's fangs bit the grass stalk, its scarlet eyeballs faded into amber.

Song Lufeng cut his fingertips and blood dripped into the ground. Suddenly, the wolves lined up and dug out an irrigation canal.

"Is this considered biotechnology?" Ah Li put a collar on the wolf leader.

"This is called winning people over with virtue." Song Lufeng wiped the wolf hair on the hilt of the sword.

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The remains of the evil god turned into black rain.

Gu Man rushed into the acid rain curtain: "The earth is cooking!"

The hyphae are twisted into kilometer-long straws and inserted into the clouds, and the venom is filtered into a rainbow.

Song Lufeng leaped to the end of the clouds and swung his sword, the sword energy cut the dark clouds into irrigation grids.

"Southeast District catch it!" He kicked Wuyun away.

Lao Zhang opened the roof of the granary, and a sweet rain came to the cornfield.

The remains of the evil god nourish this dry land, and the plundered nutrients return.

Green spreads piece by piece, and trees grow taller.

The people in the rebel base were extremely excited.

They rushed out and took part in the planting.

Every piece of land was planted with various seeds brought by Gu Man.

The seeds of the earth have taken root and sprouted in the alien world, and are growing well!

The earth was beating in waves, as if in joy, as if in encouragement!

The tractor modified from the first generation mecha exploded.

Song Lufeng gripped the joystick tightly: "Hold on tight."

The black sword is inserted into the engine as a key.

Flowers paved the way where the tracks passed, and Gu Man stood on top of the seed drill to sow seeds.

Wheat grains explode into dandelions in the air, and the mycelium network automatically allocates planting areas.

Ali stared at the holographic map and screamed: "Green coverage is over 50%!"

Handa suddenly ran away: "Hare! There is a normal hare!"

Children planted peach trees at the temple site.

"What spell do you want to chant?" the youngest girl tugged at the corner of Gu Man's clothes.

"Here—" She placed the sapling on her palm, "Welcome home."

The moment the hyphae wrap around the roots, the peach tree displays the growth rings of a thousand-year-old tree.

Song Lufeng carved a sword into a stele and engraved the names of all the sacrifices.

The inscriptions are entwined by vines into flowers, and each flower bears the fruit of memory.

There is no starry sky in this decayed world, but the revived trees emit little lights that look like a starry sky.

Lao Zhang served normal scrambled eggs with tomatoes: "Tsk, tsk! No radiation, no mutation!"

Ah Li's robotic arm popped off the beer bottle cap: "Cheers to Third Uncle!"

Amid the splashing bubbles, Song Lufeng's watch suddenly sounded an alarm.

The mycelium spontaneously surged toward the east, forming a giant arrow in the sky.

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Bullets grazed the rusty fire escape ladder.

The foul rain hit Kevin in the face.

"Here!" The lame old man pushed open the iron door of the convenience store.

A baby was crying behind the shelf.

Kevin stuffed the last half of the compressed cookie into the baby's swaddle.

Outside the glass window, six compound eyes were peering through the cracks.

"The patrol of the evil spirit..." He gripped his homemade spear tightly.

The neon sign suddenly short-circuited, and seven hunched black shadows appeared in the blue light.

The mutant dog's saliva dripped onto the cash register.

The rusty coins began to melt.

"Run!" the old man pushed open the rear window.

Kevin just stuck his head out and saw a tumor rolling around the corner.

The moment the tumor exploded, fire rained from the sky.

Incendiary bombs lit up the night sky.

"Shit!" Kevin was knocked over by the gust of air.

An electronic voice came from the heat wave: "Civilians, get down!"

Six drones swooped in and fired, their bullets drawing golden lines in the rain.

The compound-eyed monster was nailed to the billboard, and flame fragments mixed with mucus flew everywhere.

"This special effect..." the old man spat out half a broken tooth, "Not even Hollywood dares to shoot like this!"

The roar of machine gun fire shattered the silence.

A convoy of black cars turned around the corner.

A red-haired woman stood on the roof of the lead vehicle, carrying a Gatling gun with blue flames on her shoulder.

"Three o'clock!" She kicked open the sunroof.

The vehicle-mounted missile nest popped out, and twelve micro-warheads locked the mutant dog pack.

The blast ripped up the asphalt road.

Kevin saw the shrapnel bend in the air and accurately avoid all cover.

"Shit! Guided weapons!" The baby giggled in his arms.

(Hand-to-hand combat breaks out in the rain)

A giant zombie knocked over a fire truck.

A fat man with a robotic arm jumped out of the convoy, his hydraulic boxing gloves flashing arcs of electricity.

"Eat your Grandpa Zhang..." He turned in the air and took a home run stance, "Home run!!"

The zombie's jaw flew across three streets.

There was a rustling sound coming from the roof of the convenience store.

Kevin looked up, and saw a bloody mouth that was split to the ear roots.

A cold light flashed.

The samurai sword pierced through the zombie's crown, and the handle was held in the hand of the young man in sunglasses.

"It's safe now." The young man shook off the thought of the knife and said, "Remember to look at the ceiling next time."

The messengers of the evil god emerged from the sewers.

Their skin has a metallic sheen and their fingers have evolved into rotating chainsaws.

The red-haired woman suddenly whistled.

All car lights were switched to flashing mode, and the street instantly turned into a disco.

"What kind of tactic is this?" the old man covered the baby's eyes.

The young man in sunglasses took off his sunglasses, and his pupils lit up with a scanning red light: "Flash bullet loading——"

The whole street was suddenly filled with rain.

Each water droplet becomes a convex lens, focusing the sunlight to ignite the evil god's messenger.

"Science drives away demons, and it's fair to everyone." The red-haired woman made a heart shape with her hands.

Kevin stood up, holding onto the shelf.

I found that the convenience store shelves were filled with self-heating hot pots, and the production date was today.

"North Pole Rescue Team." The red-haired woman threw a medical kit over, "We guarantee after-sales service."

A girl in a white coat walked out of the convoy, shooting the survivors with a syringe.

Kevin subconsciously protected the baby, but found that the wound was healing rapidly.

"Nano repair fluid," the girl pushed the bunny ear hairpin, "comes with free cute skincare."

The lame old man suddenly jumped up and said, "My legs have grown longer!"

He did a big ballet dance on the spot.

"Stop jumping!" The fat man with the mechanical arm poked his head out, "Another BOSS has spawned in the southwest area!"

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The young man in sunglasses suddenly pressed the earphone: "Old Song calling, an abnormal ground vein has been found——"

The red-haired woman threw Gatlin over her shoulder and said, "Let's go! My KPI hasn't been met yet!"

The convoy disappeared in a cloud of dust.

The last complaint came from the rain: "Did your crew go to the wrong set?"

Kevin looked down at the baby in his arms.

I found a metal badge in the swaddling clothes, engraved with the Big Dipper and rice ears.

The sound of explosions in the distance gradually turned into the melody of the birthday song.

The rain has stopped.

Bullets grazed the rusty steel bars.

Mom stuffed the last half of the anti-radiation cookie into Xiaoman's mouth.

"Tsk——" Dad covered his son's ears.

On the street outside the sewer, six mechanical tentacles were rummaging through trash cans.

The scanner at the end of the tentacles glowed red and cut the "囍" sign into pieces.

Xiaoman dug her nails into her mother's arm.

He saw pus-filled pustules on the asphalt pavement, bursting with flying, radiating cockroaches.

Day 473 of the Wasteland Calendar.

The mother used a scalpel to cut open the mutant mouse's belly: "Let's eat sashimi today."

The purple viscera flowed into the enamel bowl, shining with the luster of uranium ore.

Dad stuck his homemade radio to his belly:

"White Tiger Base Channel said..."

Amidst the noise of the electric current, a sentence "...Oasis Project..."

Xiaoman suddenly pointed to the vent: "Leaf!"

Half a ginkgo leaf was stuck outside the iron mesh, the blue light of data flowing through its veins.

Mom hooked the leaves back with wire.

The leaf flesh turns into mycelium in the palm of your hand, spelling out vague longitude and latitude coordinates.

"Gu Man..."

Dad's windproof lighter is trembling.

"It's Gu Man! Dr. Gu! She's here too?!!"

Mom was delighted.

Gu Man’s name is undoubtedly the light of this hopeless world!

Mycelium bores into cracks, etching escape routes into the concrete.

As the radiation rain poured down, the three people rushed out of the cave.

Dad's raincoat was corroded by the acid and turned into a fishing net, so Mom wrapped Xiaoman in a chemical protective suit.

At six o'clock there was a wolf howling.

It’s not a mutant—it’s the harmonica from “Jasmine Flower”!

"Chinese!" Mom's eyes were bloodshot. "Follow the rhythm!"

Passing through the abandoned subway tunnel, Xiaoman's gas mask was covered with mist.

He heard the sound of mechanical gears meshing, and then was blinded by a bright light.

In the 300-meter-high abandoned power plant, the cooling tower is covered with glowing vines.

A warrior wearing a mix of Tang Dynasty black armor and a powered exoskeleton is installing solar panels on potted plants.

"Xuanwu Third Detachment!"

The strong man with a beard picked up the Gatling gun that was emitting blue flames.

"Are you here to recognize your relatives?"

Mom looked at the wonders in the camp:

The Jinyiwei in flying fish suits is debugging a drone, the red scarf boy is calculating the trajectory with an abacus, and the cheongsam girl is grafting an apple tree with a robotic arm.

"We were all picked up by the Savior."

The one-eyed engineer threw nutritional supplements at me.

"Drink, the recipe for the year of Zhenguan."

Dad stared at the suspended gold foil in the potion: "This..."

"Nano-repair particles,"

The engineer knocked on the titanium alloy eye.

"Developed by Chief Song... He is truly a genius!"

Mom and Dad had tears in their eyes.

"Song... City Lord, he's here too?"

The bearded man gave them a strange look.

Although they could understand their excitement, after all, these recipients recently all felt equally excited when they heard the names of these two people.

But in fact, they probably haven't seen it.

If you are not surprised by something strange, you will only destroy yourself.

Anyway, in this terrible world, anything can happen.

The entire power plant was transformed into a vertical farm, with rice growing in the reactor core and eggplants grafted onto cables to glow.

"Look there."

The one-eyed engineer pointed toward the skyline.

A huge holographic tree shadow looms over the city, and each leaf is a rotating ecosystem.

"The Savior is reshaping the earth's veins."

He touched Xiaoman's head.

"The ginkgo leaves you picked up are the compass she scattered."

When the alarm sounded, the Ming Dynasty's firearms and the future mechas loaded their weapons at the same time.

"Three o'clock! The evil god's feed truck!"

Mom was stuffed with a crossbow: "Drop it here!"

Dad was assigned the magnetic mine: "Throw it right!"

Xiaoman was suddenly lifted up by the cheongsam girl.

"Come on, shout into the microphone--"

She adjusted the genetic sprayer. "What kind of orchard do you want?"

"Chestnut tree!" he cried in a wailing voice.

Millions of seeds were ejected from the missile silos, fissioning into an anti-aircraft firepower network at the cloud end.

The post-war dinner was a feast that spanned centuries.

Qin Dynasty military ration cakes soaked in 21st century self-heating hot pot, paired with canned lychees from the Zhou Dynasty.

"The Savior said the earth's veins are open."

Jinyiwei gave Xiaoman a spoonful of space breeding rice.

"Starting tomorrow, rainwater can be drunk."

The mother touched her gums, which no longer bled, and said, "These techniques..."

"Han Dynasty Agricultural Book + Quantum Computer."

The one-eyed engineer showed the tattoo of "Qi Min Yao Shu" on his mechanical arm.

"Our five thousand years of heritage is enough to fight Doomsday for two rounds."

Before turning off the lights, Xiaoman painted stars on the dome of the power plant.

Mycelium spilled from his fingertips, transforming the doodle into a glowing constellation.

"The Saviour said—"

The one-eyed engineer pointed to the north.

"When the Big Dipper forms an ear of wheat, we will find the crack to go home."

Dad's radio suddenly became clear: "... Changan Ecosystem has covered the seventh district..."

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Mom curled up in her sleeping bag, and for the first time she wasn't awakened by the convulsions of radiation pain.

The night wind blows through the impellers of the cooling tower.

A song of homesickness that has been playing for a thousand years.

The mutant cockroach twitched in the petri dish.

Willow branches sprouted from my mother's fingers, and the young shoots pierced the insect shells to extract the toxin.

The light green juice dripped into the measuring cup, reflecting the fine lines at the corners of her eyes - those were the smile lines from the roses she planted on Earth.

"47th trial."

She drew stars on the experiment log.

"Insecticide conversion rate increased to 68%."

Dad's vines entangled the ventilation duct and twisted the filter into a knot.

Spores spurted out from his palms, etching an irrigation diagram from the Qi Min Yao Shu on the rusty iron.

They tacitly avoided looking at each other.

Some pains are like lichens, which break when touched after drying.

Xiaoman squatted outside the glass greenhouse.

He saw through the mycelium filter: the Qin Dynasty veteran taught his mother how to use a bronze plow to loosen the soil, and the Eastern Han Dynasty doctor injected nutrients encoded in oracle bone script into his father's vines.

"The Savior said that plants remember."

The sister in the mecha handed me an apple and said, "Take a bite and try it."

As the fruit burst between his teeth, he saw the sunset of the earth.

My mother was watering the green radish on the balcony, my father was fixing the leaking water fountain, and the evening breeze was filled with the scent of locust flowers.

"Is this... a replay?"

He clutched the core.

"It's germplasm memory."

My sister's mechanical arm blooms flowers.

"Every cell is a time capsule."

Mom's willow twigs crushed three petri dishes and rushed into the incinerator with the mutant cockroaches.

"I can remove toxins..."

She gasped and laughed till tears came out.

"The roses in my hometown...were also killed in this way..."

Dad's vines climbed up the signal tower.

The leaves received quantum communication waves and transcoded the curse signal left by the evil god into "Guangling San".

The Pipa maker of the Ming Dynasty collected dew at the bottom of the tower to brew wine, and the aroma of the wine attracted sparrows that could photosynthesize.

"Want a graft?" The Jinyiwei in flying fish uniform threw a dagger.

The moment the blade carves through the vines, the peony pattern of the Northern Song Dynasty is revived on the genetically modified plants of the 21st century.

Xiaoman learned grafting from a female official of the Wu Zhou Dynasty.

"Here we get the drought-resistant gene from the late Tang Dynasty..." She cut open the cactus, "Here we get the nitrogen-fixing bacteria from the pre-Qin Dynasty..."

Mom was humming "Jasmine Flower" in the next room.

The notes shook off the radioactive dust, and the plowshares of the Western Han Dynasty broke through the compacted soil.

Dad suddenly laughed - his vines bloomed with his wife's favorite blue roses, with the morning dew of the earth condensed on the petals.

The smell of snail noodles wafts from the late-night restaurant.

Mom stared at the mutated rice noodles in the bowl: "This sour bamboo shoots..."

"It was fermented using the bacteria given by the Savior."

The Southern Song chef wiped the iron pot.

"The geography says you Guangxi people like this."

Dad's vines carry away the pepper cans:

"She even scanned this?"

"She said that the stomachs of all Chinese people are time-space anchors."

The chef rings the bell to serve the food.

"Only when you are full can you remember the longitude and latitude of your way home."

Xiaoman bit into a braised egg with bronze patterns from the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The moment the salty and fragrant taste exploded on his tongue, he saw his hometown, a place he had never been to: the bluestone alleys, the oil-tea stalls, and the jingling of the silver bracelet on his grandmother’s wrist.

The day the radiation cloud broke apart, a hundred thousand petri dishes sprouted simultaneously.

The rice seeds of the Qin Dynasty are wrapped in insect repellent from the Eastern Han Dynasty, grafted with anti-lodging genes from the Ming Dynasty, and their roots are entangled with the nano-irrigation network of the 21st century.

Mother stood on top of the seed drill and sowed the seeds.

Her willow branches disintegrate into dandelions, each seed inscribed with the GPS coordinates of the Earth.

Dad twisted his vines into giant slingshots and shot his crops into the unpurified dead zone.

"Is this a declaration of war?"

Song Lufeng was debugging the seeding missile.

"It's an invitation." A vague shadow appeared among the wheat waves, "Invite the world to taste China's reunion dinner."

Xiaoman writes a letter on the leaf veins.

"To the Earth: I ate Tang Dynasty Hu Bing today, it was better than the one in the school canteen..."

The reply emerged from the place where the juice seeped in, and the ink was the diffuse hyphae.

"To Xiaoman from another world: I am planting the roses left by your parents..."

Mom suddenly grabbed the leaf.

Her tears dripped onto the textured leaves of Northern Song Dynasty rice paper, leaving a line of small seal characters: "Mom is here."

On the night of the Harvest Festival, holographic fireworks lit up the wasteland.

The palace lanterns of the Tang Dynasty floated outside the quantum shield, illuminating the pre-Qin chimes and electronic music.

Xiaoman saw her mother weaving willow branches to create the Guilin landscape, and her father's vines blooming the Luoyang peonies.

Song Lufeng's black sword was inserted in the center of the campfire.

The hilt of the sword projects the blue light of the Earth, and the diffuse hyphae are penetrating the cracks in time and space, leaving a wheat ear pattern on the lunar ring mountain.

"We can't go back." Mother held the alien soil tightly, "but we can make our homeland grow here."

The veteran from Xuanwu drank a bottle of space liquor: "Can the jujube tree in the ancestral hall of my hometown be grafted here?"

"They've been planted a long time ago!" The engineer at the White Tiger Base showed a tablet, "In the seventh zone's ecological dome, the dates have a traditional Chinese jade pattern!"

Xiaoman finds a surprise in the new library.

Each book is a living plant, and its growth rings record 5,000 years of Chinese agricultural books.

He found his parents' planting diary among the leaves of the Book of Victory.

"The 186th experiment..." Mom's handwriting was bolded by mycelium, "Using the rhythm of Chuci to promote rice splitting..."

Dad’s doodles grew wildly in the blank spaces: vines entwined into DNA chains, stringing together Liangzhu jade cong and quantum computers.

When the last page of the tree rings closes, the dome rains down spring rain of data streams.

The sound of care echoes in every raindrop:

"All those who sow seeds are returnees."