11:50.
A blue-haired young man stood on the ice field.
He had three pairs of fin-like wings, long blue hair fluttering, his face covered with sapphire-like scales, and in his arms he held a pool of bloody meat.
In front of him was an underground shelter with an iron staircase leading underground.
In order to prevent the end of the world, the people of Luowasha built underground shelters in many places. But this is just psychological comfort. Even if you hide thousands of meters underground, you can't survive the red sun.
The reason why Lu is alive is that he was lucky enough to pick up the divinity of the sea angel Nagasha, which gives him a certain resistance.
After swallowing Nagasha's godhead, the rejection reaction was not as strong as Lu Shu's. But he felt his emotions becoming more violent, and Nagasha's bewitching voice always accompanied his brain.
After picking up the body of Devil Line Su Mingan who fell from the building, he held the remaining flesh and blood in his arms, waiting for Su Mingan to "grow" out, just like before in the sea.
"Rustle, rustle." He stepped on the snow, his nails digging deep into the flesh.
Along the way, he did not see any survivors. Only piles of frozen ashes were left on the streets, as if the entire civilization had turned into a solidified statue.
He tried to find survivors and searched thousands of shelters... but no one responded to his call.
This was the 1012th shelter he had found.
Walking down the iron stairs, he saw an iron door. The door had long been rotten and the cold wind was flowing in endlessly.
Pushing open the door, there were three human figures sitting together in the room, with two larger ones protecting the smaller one underneath them.
Their bones had been burned, and only the vague gesture of their embrace could be seen. The frost froze their melting bones at the last moment.
Hongri seldom destroyed things, so most of the items around the skeletons were kept, such as teddy bear bracelets, silver rings, children's paintings... all left next to the three skeletons.
Lu squatted down and picked up the painting with brushstrokes still visible. It showed a little girl standing between her father and mother, holding a feather pen. The red sun at the top of the painting was crossed out with many crosses.
Next to it was a line of small characters, written in crooked Rovasha language: [I want to be the most powerful creator, I want to be Squee Aolivis! Soon, I will wipe out the red sun! Don't be afraid, mom and dad! We will be safe if we hide hereヽ(?????)??]
“……” Lu rubbed the paper with his dry and purple fingers.
Something was stirring in my heart.
Without disturbing the three skeletons cuddling together, he turned and left.
He had seen many such situations along the way.
There were skeletons of wolves and sheep, nestled together, as if they had broken through the limits of the food chain. There were also skeletons of tigers and deer, holding hands, calmly waiting until the last moment. There were also many large skeletons, stacked one on top of the other, almost completely blocked. When one looked through a gap, one discovered a young skeleton sitting inside...
The higher dimensions are ruthless, the gods are indifferent. From the perspective of the universe, the world always seems small.
The feather pen of Sique Olivers is so grand that with one stroke, everything comes to life, and the whole world is a piece of gummy bear that can be copied by anyone.
But when he walked among the crowd and saw people's last moments with his own eyes, he realized what a huge and profound doomsday this was.
At 11:52, Lu found another shelter.
But in this shelter, singing could be heard.
——Is anyone still alive and singing together?
How is this possible?
Except for a few people like Su Mingan and Si Que, most people didn't know that the world would be reset. They thought that this was the end of the world, and that when the polar night came at twelve o'clock, all those who were still alive would freeze to death. Lu himself also thought so, and he felt that he only had a few minutes left to live.
But, there are people who sing in the face of destruction?
The song became louder and louder, floating out along the cold wind:
"O wingless bird, oh bird,
“What do you use as wings?
"Which heaven are you flying to?
"What made heaven?
“Suffering, tragedy—or glorious death?
"I sing of tragedy and death, and write of sorrow,
“Waiting for the glory of destiny, or the delusion of that moment.
"Just create, don't look...
"We should only give it a soul, but not sympathize with its demise...
"We should only wait for its ultimate glory to be revealed, and not feel sorry for its demise...
"O wingless bird, oh bird,
“What do you use as wings?
"Which heaven are you flying to?
"Will heaven be,
"The appearance of the library..."
…
The road went in.
He thought he would see a group of pampered superior races or clergy with lofty beliefs.
—but he saw only a group of ragged men and women.
They have messy hair, pale faces, thin bodies, purple lips, and belong to different races.
In the face of destruction, racial barriers seem insignificant.
As for the reason why they are alive, it is a girl with white hair and red eyes. She sits in the middle of the crowd, holding a small sun in her hand, and the heat of the small sun protects the people. Once she stops, these people will freeze to death instantly.
Hearing the footsteps, the girl looked at him and said, "Sit down and wait for the last nine minutes together."
"Qins?" Lu was surprised: "You are still alive? How could you protect these people?"
Qin Si is just a nanny at the top of the list. How can she protect so many people?
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