A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 637

As night fell, the lights of the city gradually faded away, leaving only a faint outline in the sky. Bai Ye stood at the exit of the building, his eyes firm and deep. He gently patted the dust off his body, turned around and said to the soldiers behind him: "Brothers, we are about to embark on an unknown journey, but please remember, no matter whether the road ahead is full of thorns or desolate, we must not stop. We are here to find hope, to rebuild, and for those homes that are still waiting for our return."

The soldiers straightened their backs when they heard this, with an unyielding light in their eyes. They looked at each other, and without saying anything, the tacit understanding and faith had already taken root in their hearts. Bai Ye waved his hand, motioning everyone to follow, and then took the lead on the road to the truck.

Under the moonlight, several old trucks bumped forward on the bumpy road. The roar of the engine and the sound of the tires rolling over the gravel intertwined, forming the only melody in the silent night. Bai Ye sat in the co-pilot seat, holding a yellowed map in his hand. It was the guide for their trip, marking a distant and mysterious place - a ruined building complex that was said to contain ancient knowledge and civilization.

A few hours later, the sky began to turn pale, and the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the vast grassland.

In that vast and distant world, the grassland is like an endless green brocade, spreading across the earth, gentle and magnificent, as if it is the most generous gift from nature. At the beginning of the morning light, the first ray of sunlight shyly peeks out of the horizon, gently brushes across the grassland, and covers it with a layer of light golden light. This light, warm and soft, awakens every inch of the grassland, making them glow with vitality in this new day.

The green of the grassland is not a single color, but has distinct layers and different shades. In the near distance, there are tender green grasses, which have just awakened from their deep sleep, with the crystal clearness of dewdrops and a soft glittering luster. These grasses are closely clustered together, forming soft carpets, which make people want to lie on them and feel the embrace from the earth. As the line of sight extends, the green gradually deepens and turns into a deep emerald green. It is the color of the deep grassland, which has been precipitated by the years. They are tenacious and witness the change of seasons and years of the grassland.

In this green ocean, there are a few wild flowers dotted here and there. Although they are not ostentatious, they bloom in a unique manner. Some petals are as white as snow, pure and flawless, as if they were clouds in the sky left on earth; others are colorful, with red, yellow, blue and purple intertwined, like paint on a palette, freely splashed on this green canvas. Although these wild flowers are small, they add a bit of vitality and vigor to the grassland, making people feel the ingenuity and infinite charm of nature.

The sky over the grassland is so vast and high, as if it is within reach, yet seemingly forever out of reach. It is like a huge sapphire, inlaid on the grassland, clear and deep. A few white clouds are leisurely wandering in the sky, in various shapes, sometimes gathering into mountains, sometimes spreading out like cotton, adding a bit of agility and elegance to this peaceful grassland. The sun shines through the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, interweaving with the green on the grassland, forming a series of breathtaking pictures.

The wind on the grassland is free and changeable. Sometimes it brushes gently across your cheek, bringing a hint of coolness and comfort; sometimes it whistles wildly, rolling up layers of grass waves, as if to roll the entire grassland into its arms. This wind is the soul of the grassland. It blows on every inch of land, conveying the breath and heartbeat of nature. Under the blowing of the wind, the grassland seems to come alive, swaying gently, making a rustling sound, which is the most beautiful music of nature.

In the distance, the grassland meets the horizon, forming a blurred boundary, making it difficult to tell where the sky is and where the earth is. In this vast expanse of heaven and earth, the grassland seems to be a huge stage, and nature is the most outstanding director, using elements such as wind, light, color, and shadow to weave shocking scenes. Sometimes, groups of cattle and sheep stroll leisurely on the grassland, either lowering their heads to eat grass or looking up into the distance, blending into this green ocean, forming a beautiful picture of harmonious coexistence.

However, the beauty of the grassland is not always so peaceful and harmonious. Under the changing seasons and the laws of nature, it can also show its wild and rugged side. In summer, when heavy rains pour down, the grassland seems to have turned into a vast ocean, with rolling grass waves and roaring thunder, showing a shocking power. In autumn, the grassland gradually loses its green clothes and puts on a golden coat. It is a scene of harvest and the best reward from nature for the grassland's hard work for a year.

On this grassland, time seems to slow down and stretch. People can put down their worries and sorrows, breathe the fresh air, and feel the gift and baptism of nature. The grassland, in its unique way, makes people feel the tenacity and beauty of life, and makes people cherish everything in front of them. It is not just a piece of land, but also a spiritual sustenance and spiritual home, allowing everyone who sets foot on it to find their own tranquility and freedom.

As the sun sets, the grassland is dyed with a light golden red. The sunset glows on the grassland, complementing the mountains in the distance and the cattle and sheep nearby, forming a beautiful picture. At this moment, the grassland is even more gentle and romantic. People stand or sit, quietly appreciating this beautiful scenery, their hearts full of awe and gratitude for nature. On this grassland, people seem to have found a way to communicate with nature and a way to reconcile with their hearts.

As night falls, the grassland returns to tranquility again. The starry sky is bright, and the Milky Way hangs low, as if within reach. Under this peaceful night sky, the grassland seems to have turned into a dreamy ocean, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. At this moment, the grassland is both mysterious and charming. It tells stories about life, nature, and the universe in its own unique way, waiting for every heart willing to listen to explore and feel.

The truck slowly stopped and the soldiers got off. The sight before them made them gasp. This was a land forgotten by time. Ruins and buildings were scattered on the grassland, some towering into the sky, while others collapsed into piles, as if telling the past glory and vicissitudes.

"Everyone be careful, we don't know what dangers are hidden here." Bai Ye's voice was steady and powerful. He was the first to step into the ruins, and every step was extremely cautious. The soldiers followed closely behind him, maintaining a high degree of vigilance, holding their weapons tightly, ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

As they went deeper, they found a relatively intact building - an ancient library. Although the outer wall of the library was mottled, the door was still closed, as if guarding the secrets inside. Bai Ye walked to the door and pushed it gently. The door hinge made a dull sound and slowly opened.

"It seems that we have arrived at our destination." Bai Ye looked back at the soldiers, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Remember, we are here to seek knowledge and for the future, so please respect every inch of land and every word here."

The soldiers nodded, followed Bai Ye's steps, and stepped into the library carefully. An old and slightly musty smell came to their faces, but the air was also mixed with a faint scent of books, which made people slow down their pace involuntarily, for fear of disturbing the tranquility.

Although the interior of the library was dim, the natural light from the skylight allowed one to see the surroundings. The bookshelves were tall, with rows of books neatly arranged. Some covers had turned yellow, while others were in tatters due to age. Bai Ye walked in front, his eyes moving between the bookshelves, as if he was looking for something.

"Look here, these books seem to record ancient history and civilization." A soldier suddenly exclaimed, pointing to a row of relatively intact books, his eyes flashing with excitement. Bai Ye heard this and quickly walked to the bookshelf, gently pulled out a book, and carefully opened it. The pages smelled of hay and soil, but the text was still clearly legible. "This is indeed what we need," he said softly, "Everyone act separately, but be careful not to damage these precious materials."

The soldiers dispersed and walked among the bookshelves, looking for valuable books. Some soldiers squatted down and carefully flipped through the fragments of books at their feet, trying to piece together the complete information; others stood high up and used flashlights to illuminate the books on the high bookshelves, fearing that they would miss any of them.

"Bai Ye, look at this!" Suddenly, a soldier shouted excitedly, holding a book with a strange pattern on the cover in his hand, and walked quickly to Bai Ye.

Bai Ye took the book and studied it carefully. The pages of the book recorded an ancient technology that seemed to be related to energy utilization. "This may be of great benefit to our future reconstruction work." He pondered for a moment, then ordered, "Take it, and all other books that look important. We must collect as much knowledge as possible."

Time passed quietly, and when the first ray of sunlight fully illuminated the library, the soldiers had returned with full loads. The books and notebooks in their hands piled up into a small mountain, and everyone's face was filled with satisfaction and joy. Bai Ye stood in the middle of the library, looking around at all this, his heart filled with emotion.

“Brothers, we did it.” His voice echoed in the empty library. “These books will be our precious treasures in rebuilding our homeland. They will guide us to a brighter future.”

The soldiers nodded one after another, with determination flashing in their eyes. They knew that although the road ahead was still long and full of unknowns, as long as they were guided by this knowledge, they would have the confidence to overcome all difficulties and rebuild a better home.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, they set out on their journey home again, the truck carrying heavy hopes and dreams, leaving deep tracks on the grassland. Bai Ye sat in the co-pilot seat, looking out the window at the vast grassland, his heart filled with infinite reverie and longing. He knew that this was just a small step in their long journey, but it was these insignificant steps that would eventually converge into a force that would drive the world forward.

Bai Ye stood beside the cab of the truck, his eyes suddenly fixed on the distant skyline. There, the originally clear blue sky began to gather thick dark clouds, which seemed to be summoned by an invisible hand, spreading rapidly, blocking the sunlight and covering the vast grassland with a layer of oppressive gray curtain. An inexplicable emotion surged in Bai Ye's heart, a premonition of unknown changes and a warning of the coming storm.

He was silent for a moment, then gave a sudden order to the soldiers beside him: "Stop the truck, everyone stay where you are." His voice was deep and powerful, revealing unquestionable majesty. Although the soldiers were surprised, they immediately executed the order. The truck slowly stopped, raised a cloud of dust, and then returned to calm.

Bai Ye did not explain the reason, but got off the truck alone, stepped on the soft grass, and walked step by step into the depths of the grassland. His steps were firm and heavy, and every step seemed to be having some kind of silent dialogue with the earth. The soldiers around looked at each other, but no one dared to ask, but just silently watched Bai Ye's back as he walked away, their hearts full of doubts and curiosity.

Bai Ye walked to a relatively open area, where there were no tall grasses blocking his view. He could clearly see the rolling dark clouds in the sky and the faint sound of thunder in the distance. He stopped and looked up, his eyes deep and complicated. Under the dark clouds, the sky became extremely dark, as if the whole world was shrouded in an indescribable depression.

At this moment, Bai Ye slowly took out a book from his pocket.

He took a deep breath, as if he was saying his final goodbye. Then, he exerted force suddenly, and the pages in his hand were torn apart. The fragments were blown away by the wind and finally disappeared into the vast grassland. This action was so sudden and decisive, as if it was announcing the end of the past, or welcoming the arrival of the future.

Bai Ye stood there, letting the wind mess up his hair and blow away his thoughts. He was silent for a long time, as if he was isolated from the whole world at this moment. His eyes were sometimes solemn, sometimes confused, but more often they were firm and resolute. He knew that he had made a major decision, a decision that might affect his future path.

Although the soldiers around could not hear the voice in Bai Ye's heart, they could feel the strong aura emanating from him. They quietly waited for Bai Ye to speak, waiting for him to give an explanation for this sudden action.

Finally, Bai Ye slowly turned around and scanned the faces of every soldier. His voice was still low but full of power: "Brothers, we are always looking for hope and future, but sometimes we have to learn to let go of something in order to move forward better. This book was once my precious treasure, but now I understand that the real power comes from our inner belief and unity."

The soldiers nodded their heads in understanding. Although they didn't understand why Bai Ye tore up the book, they could feel the deep meaning and power in his words.

(End of this chapter)