The person with precognitive abilities trembled at everything she saw.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"She looks like she's having a nightmare?"
"It wasn't a nightmare; she was probably frightened by the future she saw with her eyes closed."
"What do we do now? If this continues, she might be scared to death by the future. She's started having convulsions."
"Wake her up. You're a hypnotist, you should know how to wake her up, right?"
"Use the usual method of waking up the hypnotized person?"
"Give it a try."
"Okay, that's pretty violent."
The hypnotist walked up to the person with precognitive abilities and slapped her across the face. Before she could open her eyes, he slapped her again, and then slapped her eighteen times in a row, until the beautiful woman's face was swollen from the slaps.
The psychic was dumbfounded: "You usually wake up hypnotized people this way?"
"yes."
"Uh..." The psychic swallowed hard. "That's pretty violent."
"I already said it was rather violent, why isn't he waking up yet? I have to keep slapping him!"
When the twenty slaps, one on the front and one on the back, were collected, the person with precognitive abilities finally emerged from the state of extreme fear and slowly opened their eyes.
"Finally awake." The hypnotist flexed his wrist. "My hand hurts."
"Shh, don't tell her I hit her," he whispered to the psychic.
"There are only three of us here. If you didn't hit her, then I did. I must be stupid not to tell her!"
When the person with precognitive abilities fully regained consciousness, her face was burning with pain, so much so that she questioned her existence: "What's going on? Why does my face hurt so much?"
The psychic immediately explained, "You were just lost in the future you saw. You were acting strangely, very scared, and convulsing. So I had the hypnotist wake you up, but his method was a bit unusual."
"Special? How so?" Her icy gaze swept over the hypnotist.
The hypnotist laughed awkwardly, "None of that matters. It's good that you're awake. Tell us quickly what you saw and why you were so scared. I think if I didn't wake you up, you might have wet your pants."
This interruption caused the person with precognitive abilities to stop asking further questions. Instead, she rubbed her face and recounted what she had seen: "Ten suns appeared in the sky, and a steak placed on the ground would cook itself. Icebergs melted at an extremely rapid pace, causing floods. The water impacted and compressed mountains, causing landslides and earthquakes. Countless disasters struck the entire planet, all natural calamities that humanity could not resist. Those who died from the disasters turned into zombies, and they would eat anything that could breathe. Humans bitten by zombies who survived and developed high fevers had a chance to awaken supernatural abilities."
"In an environment with ten suns, people can only hide in the air-raid shelters built by the government, afraid to come out. Some people have had enough of this stifling life and will disobey orders and leave on their own. They will choose the most tragic way, offering themselves up to be bitten by zombies. They are gambling, gambling on the chance to become superhumans. Once they become superhumans, because of their special bodies, they can survive in an environment with ten suns and do not need to hide in the air-raid shelters all the time. But the success rate is extremely low."
"Initially, resources were relatively abundant, and people with superpowers would protect ordinary people. After all, everyone has a heroic spirit. Even the most heinous criminals in prison will feel good about themselves and want to do something for society after they awaken their superpowers."
"But the good times didn't last long. As the number of superhumans increased and food became scarcer, and as ordinary people grew tired of the darkness and began to complain, a series of chain reactions led to some superhumans abandoning these ordinary people, some starting to steal food from ordinary people, and others forming teams to leave places without food and choose to plunder supplies elsewhere."
"From this point on, massive chaos erupted across the entire planet Earth, with superhumans fighting each other for a bite to eat."
Hearing this through the screen, Han Chengda, Han Rou, Han Chengshan, Han Chengsi, Han Chengwu, and Han Chengliu all fell silent, their eyes filled with confusion about the future.
Han Chengda thought: We need to stockpile more supplies. If the apocalypse really comes, supplies will be the only way to survive.
Han Rou thought: I need to stockpile more land and build a safe fortress. It would be best if I could exchange it for some large weapons.
Han Chengshan thought: It's over! The apocalypse has come! It's over! I'm going to die!
Han Cheng thought to himself: I need to recruit some people to be my assistants, preferably people with superpowers. Ordinary people are too troublesome and will only become a burden.
Han Chengwu wondered: If the apocalypse comes, will people still be fans of celebrities? Should I tell my fans to stock up on rice and other food?
Han Chengliu thought to himself: Spend money! I'm going to spend all the money I have, I'll buy anything! The apocalypse is here, all supplies are good! Money will eventually become worthless, I must spend it all!
Only Xiaoqi laughed heartily, "Even cartoons wouldn't dare to portray it like that, it's a lie, Xiaoqi won't fall for it!"
"Little sister, this might be true..." Xiao Liu lowered her voice, her mind heavy with worry.
Xiao Qi hugged Han Fei's leg tightly, her voice still sweet and childish: "Even if the apocalypse comes, Xiao Qi won't be afraid. With Grandpa here, Grandpa is invincible!"
Han Fei: You little brat, you think too highly of me.
“In the face of natural disasters, Grandpa’s strength alone is meager,” Han Chengda sighed heavily.
Han Rou gently held Xiao Qi's hand: "Xiao Qi, don't be afraid, your sister will definitely protect you and Grandpa."
"Sis, please protect me too." Han Chengshan pleaded with his puppy-dog eyes.
Han Rou glared at him: "Coward."
Han Chengshan: "..."
He looked at Tang Xin on the screen and said angrily, "How am I a coward? I've killed people, okay? Didn't this guy say that I killed him in his first life? That means I was mighty and invincible in my first life!"
Han Rou simply chuckled.
Han Chengshan deflated: "I don't have any superpowers..." Suddenly his eyes lit up: "If I kill this guy, does that mean I'll have superpowers in the future? Quick, quick, ask me if I have superpowers?"
Han Chengshan was shouting outside, and the three people in the study heard him.
The hypnotist immediately asked, "Is Han Chengshan a superhuman?"
Tang Xin nodded: "Yes."
"What superpower did he awaken?"
"It was very powerful. I couldn't even see clearly whether it was light or lightning. I'm already dead."
Why were you reborn?
"I possess the ability to regenerate, but this ability is rather useless. I must choose to regenerate within ten seconds of death, and I only have two chances to regenerate. Moreover, this death must be a murder."
"What about your second incarnation? Did he die too?"
"Dead."
"You're really pathetic. Who killed you?"
"Han Qi".
All eyes turned to their little sister, and Xiao Qi looked up and asked in a cute, innocent voice, "Am I Han Qi?"
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