Doomsday Wonderland

...It turns out that I haven't come home yet.

Ye De opened his eyes vigorously, but he didn't know if it was because he was about to lose his strength or was choked by tears to blur his vision. For a while, he couldn't see anything except the dim shadow on his head.

Ye Jing disappeared, the sunlight outside the nursery disappeared, and he returned to this cold, silent, expressionless night.

The potency of coffee has come to the end of the crossbow, weakness and disability are creeping into the edge of his mind, prying around, ready to reach out and grab him at any time.

Ye De's temples jumped, as if his brain nerves were about to be broken due to the heavy burden, and all his thoughts were broken into pieces. All he could think of for a moment was doubt: Why could he stop in midair?

The mutated An Ran can also stretch out his arms to grab the upper city wall—even though no city wall or rock can bear him because of his weight; but now...what is he grabbing?

Perhaps because of confusion and distraction, his muscles were slightly loosened, and he immediately felt his hands slip off something, his body was bitten by gravity again, and he was pulled straight down toward the haze. The pale shadow on his head seemed to be irritated, and he suddenly rushed down-it was at this moment that Ye De remembered and understood why he felt so strenuous and awkward.

To compare it, it's like a person holding his back collar and pulling himself off the ground-it sounds unreasonable and unreasonable, but this is the essence of the situation.

Ye De's instinctive reaction was very quick. As soon as he slipped down, the spherical silver-white head immediately rushed down along with it; he stretched out his hand again in a hurry, and firmly hugged the silver-white head floating in the air with his arms. , And finally stabilized his decline.

He took a few heavy breaths, and his muscles were tight for a while, and he didn't dare to move anywhere. He only dared to roll his eyes and look down.

Compared to Fanjia City, he is now much closer to the smog layer. He could even smell the unique smell of smog, pressing his face like many fingers, looking for holes to get into.

Below tens of meters, the thick and solidified haze looked like substance, and in the dark night it was like an endless ground; his eyes could not penetrate the haze, nor could he see where the falling Enron was, whether Are you still alive, are you still trying to climb up.

It’s hard to imagine that, in the horror of falling off the cliff, and the de-strength shock when the coffee’s effectiveness was about to end, he actually had the last bit of reason and will remaining, and brought the silver white head over in time, and also quickly It hugged and stopped falling.

He knew he didn't want to die. He carries two lives on his body, one is his own and the other is Ye Jing's; as long as he is still alive, every breath he takes is like sending oxygen to Ye Jing in the dark, so that she can continue to see This world, this city.

It’s just that it’s his own power that supports the silver man’s head floating in the air-that is to say, the firmer he grasps, the greater his burden, and he can feel that his power and energy are in this way. The fragile balance that saw each other saw each other was consumed rapidly.

Don't talk about sending messages to Lin Sanjiu, now he is about to squeeze out his evolutionary ability, and can only barely keep the silver white man's head from falling, and he can't even adjust other functions. I can't float up, and I can't ask for help. Is it possible that he can only survive for a few minutes with all his efforts?

No, wait, he doesn't seem to be completely in desperation yet.

Panting, Ye De vigorously hugged the silver-white ball with his left arm. As soon as he hung his body's center of gravity on his left arm, he immediately felt it tremble slightly in mid-air, as if it would slip off at any time. It scared him into a cold sweat.

He held his breath and waited for two seconds. Seeing that he hadn't fallen to death, he quickly took out the coffee cup with his right hand. He bit open the lid with his teeth and poured all three or four sips of coffee reserved as a last resort into his stomach-a familiar and reassuring warmth quickly rushed into his veins, refreshing him With a shake, the silver ball seemed to stabilize a lot, no longer trembling.

It wasn't until the five senses became clear again that Ye De vaguely heard the sound that echoed in the night wind.

"Eight-headed Virtue!" This name was also spelled out from the broken voices. "Batou De, are you still alive?"

It seems to be... Anna.

"Eight-headed Virtue!" She probably yelled from the edge of the cliff, and she didn't know how much she used, even though it was so far away, it was passed into his ears. "I found a few people, we can find a way to pull you up, where are you, you shout!"

How long did the kid shout? She still refuses to think about it, could she have fallen off the cliff and died?

For a moment, Ye De wanted to cry and laugh again. When the inexplicable emotions rushed to his throat, he immediately turned into a loud shout: "Anna! Here I am!"

The night wind calmed down, leaving him alone in the dimness; after waiting for a lifetime, he finally saw the white light of a few flashlights, piercing the misty night, searching and patrolling back and forth above his head.

The silver white man's head tried to float up a few inches, and it was already the maximum distance it could carry itself up. Thanks to his move, a few rays of light from above quickly focused on him-accompanied by Anna crying, "You really are not dead!", a long rope composed of several pieces of rope, sheets and cloth. It also hung down swayingly.

When he was finally helped by a few warm hands into the city road, Ye De fell to the ground in a daze, feeling that he had died several times, with the brick floor in front of him and the cup of water on his lips. , The hectic footsteps around... It has been more than a lifetime.

The unfamiliar voice murmured "great." Someone took a breath at the injury on his body. The hand of an ordinary person put something under his head... Anna knelt beside him, as if Can't say anything except cry.

Ye De was already on the verge of coma at this time, but he still remembered that he was not the only one going into the city to investigate the situation. He knew that he would not be able to support it for long, so he had to quickly inform Lin Sanjiu of the situation here so that she could decide the next step.

The silver white man's head floated not far beside his shoulders, because he no longer had to bear his weight. At this moment, he evened out the remaining abilities, just enough to send a message to Lin Sanjiu.

Ye De gasped and spoke out, waiting for a while.

He didn't receive a response, so he sent another message-after a few minutes, there was still nothing.

Ye De slowly got up. He concentrated his last energy on the head, let it float in the air, and searched for Lin Sanjiu's sound.

...Lin Sanjiu, like many ordinary people, seems to have evaporated from Fanjia City.