"rumble--"
As the jeep jolted violently, the young man in the back seat suddenly woke up. He gripped the back of the front seat with one hand, while his other hand secretly gripped the trigger in his sleeve.
Through the broken rearview mirror, Yun Wei could only catch a glimpse of the driver's unkempt chin and exposed yellow teeth. Before he could recover from his cautious observation, the man in the passenger seat turned around and smiled at him with an ambiguous expression:
"Yo ho, little kitty, you're awake? I have to say, you looked absolutely adorable when you were sleeping!"
Smooth-talking is undoubtedly a disgusting tone of voice driven by desire and emanating from deep within the throat.
Clearly, in this obviously shady vehicle, the other party had already treated him as a caged plaything with no way out.
Yun Wei didn't answer. He silently stared at those triangular eyes for two seconds. Only when the other person looked down and caught sight of the gleaming tip of the crossbow did he turn his head to look out the window.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Caucasian man with a fierce look still sizing him up, then he turned away with a chuckle and began speaking vulgar language to the driver next to him in rough slang.
The young man lowered his eyes, staring indifferently at the stains in the corner of the window, trying his best to keep his breathing calm.
This D-level exploration mission is unlikely to end well. Rather than sitting idly waiting for the other party to make an attack at any time, he might as well take the opportunity to escape.
He must pull himself together and not repeat the same mistake.
In fact, Yun Wei didn't know what had happened to him just now, that he had inexplicably dozed off in the back seat. In that brief, fleeting rest, he seemed to have experienced a very, very long dream.
It is so vast and boundless that it could take a lifetime to fully comprehend.
However, from the moment he woke up, he instantly forgot everything from his dream.
To be honest, if it weren't for the two ill-intentioned bad guys sitting in the car, Yun Wei would just want to pound his head and try to recall the contents of his dream.
He had a feeling, as if he were standing on some invisible boundary.
This boundary separates many opposing and incompatible things, such as light and darkness, illusion and reality, reality and dreams, past and future. It is as unreachable as the horizon and as endless as a cyclical coastline.
He felt incredibly lost and confused, because it felt like just another ordinary experience he had when he woke up from a dream.
It is vague and indistinct, obscure and difficult to follow.
The young man breathed deeply into the hot, polluted air until a dull pain began to throb under his sides, then he slowly exhaled.
Hot steam condensed on the gray glass, and through the unclean water droplets, the outline of the old city in the distance gradually became clear, the dark shadows like a ferocious beast that had been slumbering since ancient times.
Yun Wei knew that the opportunity he was waiting for must be hidden within it.
...
In the next half hour, several opportunities did arise. For example, the unreliable Jeep broke down twice, and the driver suddenly felt the urge to urinate and got out of the car to relieve himself.
But the man named Gregor remained casually seated in the front passenger seat, and it was hard to miss the fact that he was constantly wiping the raised gun barrel with his cuff.
The desperado was shaking his head and whistling, but his eyes kept glancing inadvertently at Yun Wei in the rearview mirror, so the latter just sat there listlessly and did not make any rash moves.
However, as time went by, Yun Wei couldn't help but feel anxious.
His index fingertip slid lightly across the metal trigger, which had become slippery and warm due to the sweat seeping out, giving it a strange, almost metallic feel.
Wait a little longer. If he misses, his fate will be dire... Yun Wei lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the back of the seat, secretly calculating the trajectory of the bullet.
Perhaps he should first unfasten the seatbelt that is fastened so securely around his body.
Just as he thought of this, the jeep suddenly braked, and the sudden inertia made Yun Wei in the back seat fly forward. In that instant, he quickly released the trigger under his finger and was grateful that he had fastened his seat belt.
The three men in the car simultaneously swore, and the figure blocking the front of the car had already flashed to the side. Gregor immediately turned his gun to the side, but then he heard voices outside the car—
"Gentlemen, it's so good to have met you! For God's sake, please help me!"
Yun Wei looked up and saw an elderly man with silver hair standing on the sidewalk. The man was slightly overweight and dressed in a gray coat and felt hat, an outfit that seemed out of place in the post-apocalyptic setting. After all, it was just too proper.
The other party's request was not simple. According to the old man, his nephew had just entered the shop behind him to search for supplies when the snow, which was nearly ten meters thick, suddenly buried the wall above him.
So he hoped that, "for God's sake," "kind gentlemen" would lend a helping hand.
Upon hearing this, Yun Wei looked expressionlessly at the dusty snowdrifts along the street.
To be honest, he was speechless at that moment.
This person seems to have forgotten that ten years have passed since the beginning of the apocalypse, so where would they find any extra kindness?
But the old man, who seemed to be experiencing the apocalypse for the first time, continued to speak eloquently and earnestly. Gregor listened with a smile, as if he were not a street urchin but a gentleman of impeccable manners, extremely patient.
Yun Wei's gaze swept over the latter's gunstock without making a sound.
If he wasn't mistaken, he hadn't heard the cocking sound at all. It seemed the other person had the same habit as him, always keeping their ammunition on the string.
The trembling old man seemed tired of talking, and the front window creaked down. Gregor looked at the old man with a smile, "For God's sake—"
He drew out his words, and the old man's gaze became fervent, his right hand repeatedly making the sign of the cross on his chest.
"May he rest in peace!" Gregor laughed maniacally, adding the second half of the sentence.
The old man froze, his eyes wide, standing rooted to the spot, unable to utter a word, his body trembling uncontrollably.
As Yun Wei had previously thought, this poor old man seemed to be experiencing the apocalypse for the first time. He was so innocent and polite, as if he didn't know that there were so many devils in human skin in the world.
"God? Pshaw, I've never believed in God, I don't even go to church!" The car window rolled up amidst Gregor's savage laughter.
The moment the car window closed, Yun Wei said, "I want to get off."
His voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a strange magic, and for at least a brief second, the car fell into an eerie silence.
"Get out of the car?" Even Serski, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head, his cloudy eyes widening as much as possible. "Hey, you're quite the joker."
Yun Wei quickly unbuckled his seatbelt before looking up at the silent Grigory. He saw that the man had stopped smiling and was staring intently at him, reminding him of a hyena.
"Let's say goodbye here. My reward is yours." He spoke slowly to himself, like a clueless young man who couldn't read anyone's mind.
Gregor smirked, "You're going to help that old geezer? With what, your ass? Heh heh, heh—"
But the next second, the fierce, menacing laughter that had been dominating inside the car abruptly stopped.
The other party's arrogant expression vanished, replaced by Gregor's wide, triangular eyes filled with terror, revealing pale, rotting flesh beneath his ugly scars.
Less than a centimeter in front of his nose was Yun Wei's clenched fist, with white light pouring out from between his fingers.
The stark white light had no warmth, and strangely enough, along with the light, even the car windows vibrated and rattled, as if experiencing the aftershocks of an explosion.
"You, a superhuman...you are actually a superhuman?" Gregor's voice became hoarse. He hadn't seen the other party's movements at all, but there was no doubt that he was being suppressed by an invisible force and was about to suffocate.
A key reason why a bad guy like him can thrive in the apocalypse is that he knows his own limitations and knows who he shouldn't mess with, and people with superpowers happen to be on that list of people he absolutely cannot offend.
To be honest, he had never seen such a bright supernatural light before today. Just being exposed to this light made his brain dizzy and spinning, as if his brains would be squeezed out from between his skull bones at any moment.
"I wish you success on your mission." Yun Wei withdrew the energy from his palm, opened the car door indifferently, and jumped out unhurriedly. "By the way—be careful of accidental discharge, Gregor."
In the last half of the sentence, he used the Slavic language that the other person used without restraint when telling dirty jokes. Because he pronounced it so clearly, the trilled "r" sound when he called the other person's name almost shook the nearby snow off the ground.
Seeing the other person's pale face, Yun Wei felt much better.
On the other hand, the bad guys were lucky this time; the car started very smoothly, and they made a clean getaway.
Once the sounds of the vehicles subsided, Yun Wei clenched his fist and silently wiped the frozen sweat from his palms onto his trouser leg.
He looked at the tense, silent old man, then at the pile of gray snow three meters away that was higher than a three-story building. "Where is the entrance?"
The old man did not answer and remained rooted to the spot.
Yun Wei thought it was a problem with his accent, so he repeated it in English.
“Ah? Ah, praise God. Here it is, right here,” the old man stretched out his arm to make the shape of a door, then looked at Yun Wei’s empty luggage except for the improved crossbow. “Sir, shall we go and find some tools nearby?”
“No need.” Yun Wei untied the bandages from his wrists, took off the crossbow, and placed it on a snowdrift to the side. “Please step back—watch out for both sides of the street. Those things could appear at any moment, you understand what I mean?”
Nie Bo was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.
Although he had many questions to ask, he saw that the other party's expression was not easy to deal with, so he quickly took two steps back, nodded and replied, "Don't worry, I will keep an eye on the movements of the living dead for you."
He wanted to say that he was also a superhuman, but then he remembered that humility was a virtue praised by the gods, so he stopped talking and just watched curiously how the Easterner was going to do it.
But Yun Wei, the person he was observing, took a deep breath at that moment.
While in the car, he had a sudden inspiration and released his superpower, but he still had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had done it tens of thousands of times before.
He swore that he had never thought he could use his powers like this before, nor did he know that the pressure of mental energy could be so terrifying.
But he just happened to know it; it was like a natural instinct, as if humans never forgot to breathe and sleep.
Similarly, when he stood in front of a pile of ice and snow pillars that weighed thousands of times his own weight, he inexplicably knew how to control the ice and snow.
If he wasn't mentally unstable.
Thinking this, Yun Wei raised his hand to the frozen, dirty snow in front of him—
Another light shone, not far from my palm, forming a complex white magic circle that quietly rotated from the void.
"Ah!" came the old man's surprised exclamation from behind. Upon hearing this, Yun Wei immediately withdrew his hand, turned around, and calmly looked at the other party, but in reality, his heart was also churning with turmoil.
He thought to himself that his brain had indeed broken down.
Can anyone tell him why he knows such profound magic circles and symbols so well?
This is as unbelievable as a middle school student suddenly being sent to take the college entrance exam and then discovering that they can do every single question!
"Uh, sorry sir." The serious-looking old man suddenly raised his hands and comically covered his mouth, but Yun Wei didn't find it strange at all. The old man's voice came through his fingers, "Please continue, I promise I won't interrupt you again."
"Hmm." Yun Wei didn't know what expression to make, so he continued to maintain his indifference. He turned around again, raised his palm, and skillfully repeated what he had done before.
As the white light shone again, the ice rock that had been as solid as a rock melted away like glutinous rice paper, revealing a dark hole in the area shrouded by the magic array.
"Alright. Farewell." Yun Wei bent down to pick up the crossbow bolt from the ground and bid farewell to the old man. Right now, what he needed to do most was find a quiet place to sort out his thoughts.
"Please wait a moment, sir," the old man murmured. Seeing Yun Wei looking over, he pointed to the end of the street. "They're here."
Yun Wei strained his eyes to see in the direction the other person was pointing, and sure enough, he saw many moving black dots, which were the overwhelming hordes of zombies.
It seems they were really unlucky today.
He couldn't help but look at the old man, "What are your plans?"
Although he was asking the question, Yun Wei felt that something was really wrong with him.
Normally, shouldn't he just run away now?
The old man replied slowly and deliberately, “Let’s all go inside and hide for a while. I’ve already looked around the area, and there’s a fireplace inside for ventilation. Praise God, we should have enough patience to wait for them to pass.”
Yun Wei looked around and found that there were scattered zombies not only on the west side of the road, but also on the east side.
This is a very typical zombie horde; the zombie army is arriving in an encircling pattern.
So he stepped aside and said, "Then let's hurry up."
The idea was to let the old man go in first, so that he could stay behind and summon the ice from before to seal the exposed opening.
But the old man bowed gracefully to him and said, "Please go first, I'll take care of the rest."
Yun Wei glanced at the dark cave entrance and felt it was too dark inside. A thought seemed to flash through his mind again, but even faster than that thought, he reflexively snapped his fingers.
As the sound faded, a small cluster of shimmering orbs of light appeared out of nowhere and floated quietly in the air.
Yun Wei: "..."
He looked at the old man expressionlessly, only to see that the other man was also looking at him with an embarrassed expression, his trembling lips opening and closing, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Yun Wei could only pretend not to know.
He took a step forward and found that the ball of light was following him closely. Only then did he feel relieved and pretended to be calm as he walked into the dark interior of the shop.
When he turned around, he saw the old man suddenly squat down and, in a gripping and lifting motion, summon a rock wall at the entrance, sealing the opening tightly.
In the darkness, light and shadow flickered, and the faint roars and movements of monsters could be heard outside.
"Phew, we're safe for now." The old man leaned against the rock wall, feeling somewhat exhausted. "Right, let's find the young master first."
Yun Wei ignored the clue that the other party had changed his name from "nephew" to "young master" and quietly looked around the shop. Although the interior of the small hall was messy, at least there were no scattered human parts.
He was used to being unconcerned with details; as long as there was no putrid smell, he could sleep peacefully for the night.
As his gaze swept over the bar and cabinets, Yun Wei guessed that this should be a bar or a coffee shop. Actually, he couldn't say for sure, because he had never been to such a place before.
In the shadows by the fireplace in the small hall, he saw someone huddled there. Although he couldn't see the person's face clearly, judging from their overall build, the person was undoubtedly a rather tall young man.
He cautiously approached, stopped five meters away from the man, listened intently for a while, then turned back to ask the old man, "Is he dead?"
"Oh my God!"
The old man seemed to be frightened by him and rushed over from the entrance like a whirlwind.
The other man leaned forward to examine the situation, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said to him, "Thank God! It's just hypothermia, thank goodness. Sir, could you help me light the fireplace? The woodpile is over there, and the tinderbox should be nearby."
The old man seemed genuinely anxious. Without waiting for Yun Wei's reply, he began to pull at the young man's clothes. Then, he pulled out a stack of metal foil from somewhere, unfolded it, and stuck it onto the man's body.
Yun Wei had already looked away uncomfortably when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the taut muscle contours.
He looked at the dusty, messy woodpile and then at the dark fireplace mantle, not knowing where to begin, so he recklessly stretched out his hands.
Just like before, strange and unheard-of incantations popped into his mind again.
And so, as if in a dream, a bluish wind swirled the stack of firewood into the fireplace, while tiny, inconspicuous red sparks flew from his fingertips, igniting a raging fire the moment they touched the wood. The sparks swirled and rose, filling the silent room with the howling of the wind.
Effortless and effortless.
This is too outrageous; it must be a dream.
"Hey, hey! Hey, hey hey!"
Along with the shouts, there were also the chaotic sounds of tables and chairs colliding.
Yun Wei turned around and saw the old man sighing and helping the unconscious man toward the fireplace. He quickly moved aside to make room for the fire.
The old man laid the man across the stove and asked Yun Wei, "Won't you come and sit down? There are still some seats here, and it's warmer."
Yun Wei shook her head and replied softly, "No, this place is fine. I'm not cold."
After saying this, Yun Wei rested his chin on his crossed elbows, indicating that he didn't want to talk more. His gaze fell on the unshaven chin of the sleeping man, and he thought the man was extremely unkempt.
The well-mannered gentleman indeed fell silent, and Yun Wei secretly began to speculate about his background. The title "Young Master" was not commonly used in real life, so the two men were probably not simple people either.
After several fruitless attempts to recall the brief dream he had in the jeep, he stared blankly at the ripples of the firelight dancing on the carpet, intending to try again to remember the dream he had just had.
However, perhaps because being roasted by the fire was too blissful, Yun Wei's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep hugging his knees.
...
When Yun Wei woke up again, he noticed the gaze fixed on him, and when he raised his head, he saw a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.
They were rare smoky gray eyes, calm and serene, but they looked excessively young.
It turned out that the man who had previously lost consciousness had sat up cross-legged and was staring at him expressionlessly.
Yun Wei was taken aback. He had thought the disheveled man was a middle-aged man, but he was surprised to find that the man seemed to be younger than him, at most in his early twenties.
Because he was surprised, he had been staring at others for too long, but the man in front of him was also staring straight at him until he coughed lightly, at which point the other man spoke:
"You're awake. I just heard from Mr. Nie Bo that you saved me. Thank you so much."
The other person's voice was quite pleasant, mellow and unpretentious.
"You're welcome." Yun Wei nodded, lowering his eyes to examine the dying embers of the fire. He listened intently to the sounds outside the shelter; the strange noises of those dragging decaying bodies still hadn't stopped.
Then the other party said, "Don't worry, sir. I've already contacted my team, and they'll be here soon to take care of it."
Yun Wei looked up in surprise and glanced at the man, who smiled at him in a friendly manner. "My name is Isaac, and I'm from Malta. And you are?"
It was a place name that Yunwei had never heard of before.
Yun Wei assumed the other party was just being polite, so he followed suit and introduced himself, "Claude, I'm from China."
Seeing the other person's wide eyes and incredulous expression, he added, "It took ten years."
The man in front of him paused for a moment, moved his lips, but ultimately said nothing. Yun Wei assumed he had killed the conversation and was about to get up when he heard the other man say again, "You... hello. Your name is... Senmo?"
This is a typical example of off-key Mandarin; the word "you" is flattened and drawn out, making it sound ridiculous no matter how you look at it.
Seeing Yun Wei's stunned expression, Isaac touched his nose sheepishly. "You flatter me. My Chinese isn't very good; I'm still working on it. By the way, they call me Isa."
The last two words were also spoken in Mandarin, and they were much more standard.
Yun Wei had no idea who the "they" the other person was referring to. He really couldn't understand why this strange man in front of him was so overly familiar.
Look, even now, the other party is looking at him with eager eyes, as if they won't give up until they hear his real name.
This puzzled Yun Wei greatly.
He didn't think it made any sense.
The young man, though older than he was, did not appear to be of any particular size. He pursed his lips, intending to play dumb, when Isaac pressed on, "Come on, sir. Tell me your Chinese name. I've already told you mine."
His smoky gray eyes didn't blink, and his resolute expression revealed a hint of grievance.
Yun Wei was stunned, and answered almost unconsciously, "Yun..."
"Yun? Your name is Yun, right? Yun... Yun..." The tall man clearly had excellent hearing and had already keenly caught this faint syllable, repeating it several times in succession.
This was the first time Yunwei had ever been called by his name so repeatedly since he was born.
He coughed lightly, slightly embarrassed, and said, "Yes, that's what Claude meant."
At this moment, it was no longer meaningful to correct the other party's name or surname. Out of the corner of Yun Wei's eye, he saw the old man named Nie Bo walking towards them, holding a black telephone in his hand.
If Yun Wei wasn't mistaken, it should be a satellite phone. He knew this because the commander-in-chief also had one in the base where he last stayed.
The old man said, "Young master, there's been some trouble in Rome. The cardinal has something to tell you."
The other party bowed and presented the satellite phone, their posture extremely respectful.
Isaac nodded to Yun Wei, then stood up and walked to the corner of the fireplace to answer the phone. His winter blanket fell off, and the burly man was now fully equipped, his posture upright like a warrior.
The other person switched to a language Yun Wei couldn't understand, speaking quickly while maintaining a serious and solemn expression, a stark contrast to their previous approachable and talkative demeanor.
Yun Wei stared intently at the winter blanket on the ground, thinking to himself that the other party must be someone of considerable importance.
“An armed helicopter is approaching, and we need to get back from the airport in Tbilisi.”
After a while, the man put down the phone and turned to the old man.
Yun Wei remained silent. In fact, he only belatedly realized that he might be drawn into an even more troublesome situation due to a momentary impulse of compassion.
As he was thinking this, he heard Nie Bo ask hesitantly, "Then this gentleman from the East..."
Isaac waved his hand, "Of course you'll come with us."
“No need, let’s say goodbye.” Yun Wei stood up decisively and walked to the other side of the fireplace. He looked at the two strangers he had met by chance, “It’s a pleasure to meet you two, but I’m used to traveling alone.”
Upon hearing this, Isaac took two steps toward him, then stopped, his hard brows furrowing deeply. "Of course, Mr. Yun, we respect your decision. But... could you tell me where you're going next?"
Yun Wei looked at the burly man in front of him with a puzzled expression. Only when the man stood up did he realize more clearly the almost endearing height difference between the two of them.
“After all, we’re friends, aren’t we?” Isaac added.
After saying that, the other person stared at him without saying a word. Yun Wei should have sneered, but when he saw the other person's serious expression, his facial muscles involuntarily twitched.
He had no choice but to give up. "I'm going to keep heading west. To Belgrade? Maybe... Don't worry, I'm very alert. I usually keep my distance when I see them."
“No, that area is still occupied. Please wait a moment.” Isaac waved his hand, strode to the corner of the wall, rummaged through his backpack, and pulled out a map that was folded surprisingly neatly.
Yun Wei saw that there were dense markings on it, and most of the areas were covered with heavy diagonal shadows, just like the map the commander-in-chief had seen.
"Go west here, to Poti Port."
Isaac looked at Yunwei and pointed to a place.
He immediately unscrewed the pen cap and used a marker to quickly mark the path for Yun Wei, then explained, "Every afternoon a ship departs, heading along the southern coast of the Black Sea to Constantinople, which is currently the largest base in the entire Mediterranean."
Yun Wei had been playing alone for too long and didn't know what to say for a moment.
He wasn't even sure if he should follow the other person's advice and go to an unknown place. To be honest, he wasn't used to accepting such kindness, which made him uneasy, afraid that behind the kindness lay a debt he could never repay.
“Um, Issa…” He opened his mouth, trying to think of the right words.
Suddenly, Isaac took something out of his jacket pocket and shoved it into Yun Wei's hand without saying a word. "By the way, you must accept this token. The current head of Poti Port is also a member of the Knights. If you give him my name, he will definitely get you safely to Constantine."
"Young Master, that thing..." Nie Bo exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this, but immediately shut his mouth under his master's warning gaze.
The sudden touch caught Yun Wei off guard, and just like the temperature of the other person's palm, it burned Yun Wei so much that he was completely disoriented.
At that moment, the sound of weapons falling through the air came from the horizon, followed by a loud explosion and tremors. Chen Xiu's room shook, and useless furnishings fell from the shelves to the ground with a clatter.
Yun Wei felt dizzy and disoriented. Before he could react, a pair of strong arms shielded him beneath them. His world plunged into darkness and chaos, with only the steady, powerful pounding of a heartbeat ringing incessantly, making his eardrums ache.
After a while, the indescribable chaos finally subsided.
"These bastards, I'll deal with them when I get back." Yun Wei heard the man behind him laugh and curse. He felt a lightness on his body as the man got up from behind him and helped him up as well.
The invisible energy shield vanished without a trace, and a large hole appeared in the room where they were hiding, letting in sunlight and the sound of helicopter rotors.
The three had to quickly pack up and prepare to move.
At the same time, the satellite phone broadcast the driver's voice like a walkie-talkie: "Warning, zombies are approaching. Hurry up and climb the ladder. End."
The hellish street scene outside was filled with rubble and severed limbs.
The alleyway they were in was not suitable for helicopter landing; the only way to escape was the rope ladder hanging straight down. At the edge of their field of vision, a horde of zombies was beginning to close in.
"Nie Bo, you go first," Isaac instructed, and the elderly gentleman surprisingly displayed excellent athletic talent, climbing onto the helicopter without hesitation.
Isaac then lowered his head and looked at Yun Wei with worry, "You really aren't coming with us?"
Yun Wei did not answer. He looked down at the end of the street and slowly raised his palm.
In the void before his palm, intricate, unknown magical runes appeared. As a bright red flame lit up, a giant fire phoenix cried out and gracefully soared toward the end of the street.
The phoenix's wings were like clouds, blazing fiercely in the sky. Even the zombies at the forefront turned to ashes the moment they came into contact with the fiery feathers.
The undeniable facts speak louder than any answer, and he clearly doesn't need anyone else to chart his future for him now.
Yun Wei raised his head, looked at the man whose expression remained calm and composed, and asked the last question:
"Mr. Isaac, before I say goodbye, I still want to know—"
Why do you keep staring at me?
When Yun Wei asked the question, he himself was unaware of the secret expectation hidden in his heart. It must be said that the other person's eyebrows and eyes were extremely beautiful, gentle yet resolute, which happened to be exactly what he liked.
Therefore, he naturally noticed the other person's gaze fixed on his face, a gaze quite different from Shouli's words and actions.
Isaac didn't answer, he just stared at him.
Although not much time had passed, Yun Wei felt as if time had stood still. His throat was incredibly dry, and he suddenly felt annoyed at himself for asking such an abrupt question.
“Because…” Isaac answered slowly, but his words were very clear, “I was thinking, have we met somewhere before? I feel like you look familiar—no offense intended, but I’m not usually good at distinguishing Easterners.”
Yun Wei was stunned upon hearing this.
The reason was simple: at that moment, he suddenly realized that he himself seemed to find Isaac very familiar.
It wasn't an instant connection, because no old friend could compare to the person before me; nor was it a regret of not meeting sooner, because even though parting was imminent, I always believed there would be many more meetings.
“Never seen it, I’m sure.” Finally, his reply rang out amidst the roar of the oars, “Goodbye, Isaac.”
"Alright, goodbye." The satellite phone called out urgently. The tall man reluctantly grabbed the rope ladder, climbed a few steps, then lowered his head again. "Next spring, at the latest next spring, I'll be going to Constantinople! Cloud, see you then!"
Without waiting for Yun Wei's reply, the man nimbly boarded the helicopter.
Even after the helicopter had flown far away, Yun Wei still had a feeling that those eyes were still watching him from afar on the horizon. Only when the small black dot disappeared on the horizon, and the whistling of the rotors became barely audible, did he look at his palm.
There lay a uniquely shaped black cross with eight points, like a flower cast from steel.
He carefully put the token into the pocket of his inner garment and put it away.
Porto Poti, and then Constantine...
Yun Wei's lips curled up, a half-smile playing on his lips.
That man named Isaac really got him figured out perfectly.
But should he do as instructed?
Yun Wei looked up at the horizon, where only a few wisps of clouds remained, a rare sight of pristine white in this apocalyptic world.
He had been running away for far too long, and hadn't looked up at the sky for far too long.
A horde of zombies emerged from the other end of the street, while the handsome young man remained oblivious, gazing at the horizon, though a fierce blue wind swept and spread around him...
In the tenth year of the apocalypse, outside the Catalonia base, in the forbidden zone of life, which had been thickly blackened by the commander-in-chief, countless hordes of zombies were slaughtered in a single day and night.
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