Cui Zixuan buried the bodies of the stronghold members. Some of the bodies could no longer be identified. She looked haggard, and when she woke up after fainting, she had a lot more white hair on her head.
"Mother……"
Xiaoxuan cried inconsolably in front of Zhang Yun's grave. Cui Zixuan squatted down silently and hugged Xiaoxuan.
Luo Jiayi just stared into the distance with lifeless eyes. Since arriving at the base, he basically traveled to various cities with his brother every day, and did not develop any deep feelings with the members of the base.
His younger brother was his whole world, but his younger brother was dead, and he lost his only relative in the world.
"Xiaoxuan, Jiayi, follow me to the Jianghua City Psychic Base. It's safer there."
Xiaoxuan looked at Luo Jiayi and a light appeared in her hand. It was a doll of Luo Jiayou. He handed the doll to Luo Jiayi.
When he saw his brother’s doll, Luo Jiayi burst into tears.
Without Ji Chuan, the zombies in Jianghua City became active again. The Jianghua City Psychic Base no longer had any special-grade attack psychics, so they could only live more carefully.
Although Jiang Zhilan is the leader of the base, due to the uniqueness of her supernatural powers, she works hard every day to take care of the planting and breeding areas, otherwise the base will face the problem of insufficient supplies.
Although many people died in the base before, it is still a great pressure to keep so many people alive at the moment.
Without Zhongcheng, Jiang Zhilan still misses the days when Ji Chuan was still around. At that time, there was no zombie threat and Jianghua City had resumed production, which resulted in new supplies scattered across various enterprises and factories in Jianghua City.
She very much welcomes Cui Zixuan's joining, as it will help them collect supplies efficiently and she is a rare talent in the base.
She prepared a large room for Cui Zixuan and the other two, which was also a way of taking care of the only people left in Jichuan's stronghold.
Jiang Zhilan looked at Cui Zixuan's white hair with heartache. She was obviously only in her early 20s, but at the moment she looked about the same age as herself.
She patted Cui Zixuan's back gently and said, "Look forward. As long as you are alive, there is hope."
Cui Zixuan nodded woodenly and took the two children into the room.
There was a constant glow coming out of Xiaoxuan's hands.
"This is Brother Ji Chuan, this is An An, this is Sister Yun Xi, this is Sister Lu Lu..."
"Xiaoxuan... stop talking..."
"Xiaoxuan is still young, I'm afraid she will forget what everyone looks like, and then I won't be able to make everyone's dolls anymore."
Cui Zixuan didn’t know how long it would take to get over this sadness. She hadn’t slept well for a long time. Her hands were covered with scratches. She had buried all these people.
As long as he is buried, everyone will feel at peace in the other world. This is the only thing a weak girl like her can do to help.
She felt very sleepy and let Xiaoxuan continue to make dolls of the stronghold members. She went to the bed and fell down. She was too tired.
She had a dream in which the members of the base were chatting with each other as usual.
When they saw me coming, they exchanged glances.
"Zixuan, come here, Sun Tao has something to tell you."
She saw Sun Tao standing in the center of the crowd. Today he was dressed very formally, which was unusual for him.
He looked at himself shyly, and spoke after a while.
"Zixuan, I've liked you since the first time I saw you. Old Wu has always told me not to chase you so closely, but I can't do it. I can't control my love for you. I'm willing to take care of you and cherish you for the rest of my life. Marry me, okay?"
The members of the stronghold actually started throwing flowers and cheering. Cui Zixuan burst into tears. Although she knew it was a dream, she was extremely happy at this moment.
She walked forward and was ready to agree, but when Sun Tao completely left her, she realized belatedly that she actually liked him.
But the members of the stronghold gradually dispersed, and the surroundings turned into a vast expanse of white.
A solemnly dressed figure appeared in front of her. Her features could not be seen clearly, and a silver light emanated from his body.
"Who are you?"
Cui Zixuan looked at the other person warily. Why did he want to destroy even her beautiful dream?
"I am a prophet, and the world is dying. The third prophecy will be entrusted to you."
"The hermit enters the world, the artifact is recovered, heroes gather, and the world prospers."
"What?!"
Cui Zixuan shouted loudly. Even though it was a dream, she felt that everything in front of her was very real. This sentence should be very important.
"The hermit enters the world, the artifact is recovered, heroes gather, and the world prospers."
The mysterious prophet's figure was slowly disappearing, and Cui Zixuan kept repeating this sentence.
"Sister Zixuan? Sister Zixuan?"
Xiaoxuan looked at Cui Zixuan with concern. She looked very painful since she fell asleep, with beads of sweat on her forehead.
He even shouted in his dream just now, which really scared Xiaoxuan.
Cui Zixuan opened her eyes. Was what she just experienced a dream? Did she have mental problems due to the severe blow?
Just when Cui Zixuan began to doubt herself, she found a strange key in her hand. This was not a dream!
Without paying any attention to Xiaoxuan, she kept muttering to herself. She quickly rushed to the table, picked up a pen and paper and wrote down what she had just said.
"The hermit enters the world, the artifact is recovered, heroes gather, and the world prospers."
Who is this prophet? He has predicted for the third time what happened in the first two times?
What door? Is this key used to open the door, or to obtain the artifact? Could the hermit be me? My special ability is to turn invisibly. Does the ability to turn invisibly count as a hermit?
What is the artifact... Who is the hero? If they can do the first thing, can the world really be saved?
Cui Zixuan felt that every minute and every second was precious. Why did this prophet tell such an important thing to such a useless person like her? Could she really do it?
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