The end of the world starts with failing the exam

"Aren't you destroyed..."

Yegetos murmured in his heart, looking at the shimmering gold cake in front of him. He just felt that the way this thing appeared was too weird, and even gave him a... bad premonition.

Under the watchful eyes of Jagerthos.

The "Yellow King's Seal", which looked like a golden cake, suddenly moved.

All this without warning.

It actually began to gradually sink into Chen Jing's body.

Like a stone dropped into a swamp.

Silently.

Slowly sinking into the flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In this process.

Chen Jing fell into a nightmare that he would never forget.

This time.

He no longer dreamed of those strange and colorful glasses.

But dreaming about a strange place...

The earth was covered with sand as red as blood, the hot and dry wind made my face hurt, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of death.

On the foggy sky.

An unknown black star hangs high.

A thin figure wearing the Yellow King's robe sat on a huge rock with his back to Chen Jing.

When Chen Jing approached curiously, the man slowly turned around, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Chen Jing's.

now.

There was no expression on that dusty face, but in those bloodshot eyes, there was a despair that was hard to describe in words.

Although his lips didn't move.

But Chen Jing still heard him speak, and his voice was exactly the same as his own.

The hoarse voice was like rough rocks rubbing against each other.

"I can't save them..."

Chapter 181: Fear from the Depths of the Soul

In this doomsday dream.

The emotions of fear and despair almost condensed into the air.

Chen Jing could feel these emotions pouring into his body with every breath, and then it seemed like something was ignited... like a fire was burning.

"who are you?!"

Chen Jing wanted to ask him aloud, but unfortunately in this dream, he didn't even have a chance to speak. His whole body was out of his control. He could only watch it all happen...and then until the end.

"Chen Jing" wearing a yellow robe staggered towards Chen Jing.

The sweltering and biting wind was still blowing endlessly.

Until the robe that had been there for an unknown number of years was scraped into powder, "Chen Jing's" fair skin was scraped apart like withered tree bark and scattered in the wind, and his muscle tissue was dried like scarlet threads. Let thousands of flesh and blood fibers fly in the air.

Until the bones could no longer withstand the strong wind and shattered like white sand.

He finally staggered to Chen Jing.

It's a pity that he can no longer maintain his human form.

The wind blows.

The head rolled down.

Chen Jing subconsciously caught his head.

Looking at this extremely familiar face, Chen Jing felt endless confusion and an inexplicable fear...

"Why……"

His face, which had been almost lost in human features by the strong wind, was like a dry river bed full of cracks, only his eyes that seemed to be made of gold were still slightly bright.

"Why……"

"I can't save anyone..."

"Why……"

Another gust of hot and bone-chilling wind hit, and the head Chen Jing held in his hands instantly turned into powder and dispersed in the wind, but the hollow and lonely look in those golden eyes was deeply planted in Chen Jing's brain like a virus. middle.

at this moment.

The black star hanging high in the sky began to fall rapidly.

A terrifying huge shadow envelopes the world at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the hazy air seemed to become clearer.

Chen Jing was finally able to see the scenery in the distance clearly.

Rocks, hills.

There is also an ancient palace a few kilometers away.

When the last piece of powder turned from the head dispersed, Chen Jing couldn't help but walk towards the palace.

He is like a ghost wandering in this apocalyptic land.

It seemed like he was the only one left in the world.

On the way to the palace.

He saw many familiar things buried in this scarlet world.

A pair of flip-flops that seemed to have been scorched by the fire were scattered on the hills. A blood-stained punk jacket lay among the boulders not far away. There was also a rusty knife stuck sideways under the dead tree. Metal staff...

……

……

In Chen Jing's bedroom, people were already crowding around the bed.

"How could my grandson become like this?!"

Chen Bofu, who had just come back from the wasteland, looked a little tired, but when he saw the strange changes in his good grandson, he immediately became angry and almost pointed at Jegertos's nose and cursed.

"Aren't you his bodyguard?! Is this how you protect your master?!"

"I, I don't know what happened to the king..."

"How could Ah Jing become like this??!"

"How could he..."

At this moment, Chen Jing, who was lying on the bed, was twitching and convulsing. No matter how loudly Chen Bofu and the others shouted, they could not wake him up.

At first, Chen Bofu thought this was caused by the "Yellow King's Seal", which was caused by Chen Jing's forcible absorption of it, resulting in a deep coma.

But now it seems... I'm afraid it's not as simple as coma.

Chen Jing was like a frame stuck on TV. His whole body was shaking violently, and even his facial features became blurred.

"How on earth did he become like this?!" Chen Bofu grabbed Yegetos' armor and asked through gritted teeth.

"Ten minutes ago..." Yegetos answered truthfully, with a very nervous tone, "It should be because of the 'Seal of the Yellow King'... This should be a side effect of absorbing it..."

"How can I wake him up?!" Wei Nan stood beside the bed and wanted to reach out and hold Chen Jing down several times, but he was afraid that it would have a bad impact on him, so he hesitated for a long time and did not dare to take action.

"How about we dig out the 'Yellow King's Seal'?" Yan Que suddenly suggested, as if it was an idea she had just come up with. "The gold cake should still be in his stomach. If we do it now..."

"Dig that thing out?! Are you brainless?!" Chen Bofu turned around and glared at her, "What if my grandson is dug to death?!"

"..."

at this time.

Chen Jing, who was lying on the bed, suddenly stopped twitching.

This extremely sudden change scared the old man and hurriedly stretched out his hand and touched his nose to make sure he was still alive and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But before the old man could feel relieved, Chen Jing sat up straight from the bed as if he were pretending to be a corpse.

The clothes on his body were completely soaked with cold sweat, and the strands of hair on his forehead became wet and looked particularly messy.

Although Chen Jing has opened his eyes, everyone feels that he is not awake... There is a hollow look in the black and white eyes, as if he has become a walking corpse, and there is no familiar emotion in his eyes. .

"Jingjing?" Chen Boxu shouted tentatively and patted his shoulder gently, "Don't scare me... I am the only grandson of yours!"

"A Jing!" Wei Nan hurriedly pushed forward and waved his hand in front of Chen Jing's eyes, "Are you awake? Are you okay?!"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Yan Que walked up and asked worriedly.

"Master, you are sweating so much! Wipe it with a towel quickly! Then drink some water..." Ryan held a towel wet with cold water in his left hand and a cup of hot water he had just received in his right hand, his tone was very anxious.

"I...I'm fine..."

Chen Jinghuan's distracted eyes gradually condensed, and his empty eyes gradually took on a familiar look. However, the hoarse voice he spoke in made people feel particularly unfamiliar.

"I just had a nightmare..."

The expression on Chen Jing's face was still a little dull. Looking at the familiar faces in front of him, he felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

"What kind of nightmare can scare you so much that your phone vibrates?" Wei Nan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Chen Jing was fine. He couldn't help but asked curiously, "What did you dream about? Did the grandsons from the Monastery call over? ?”

"no……"

Chen Jing shook his head with a dull expression. He subconsciously wanted to say everything he saw in his dream, but when the words came to his mouth, he was stunned again.

There was silence for a while.

Wait until the mood gradually stabilizes.

Only then did Chen Jing speak.

"I don't remember what I dreamed about..." Chen Jing took the towel from Ryan and wiped it on his face a few times, feeling much better. "Anyway, it's just some very scary things..."

"Why are you so cowardly!" Wei Nan couldn't help complaining, "You're such an old man, and you're still scared by nightmares?"

"I'm not very courageous."

Chen Jing's mood seemed to have completely calmed down.

He first smiled at Wei Nan, then turned to look at the worried old man, and quietly changed the subject.

"Grandpa, did it go well for you to go to the wasteland to arrange the rituals?"

"smoothly."

Chen Bofu nodded, with a worried expression still on his face.

"Jingjing, you must tell grandpa if you have something to do. Don't hide it yourself... Are you really okay?"

"I'm fine!" Chen Jing said with a smile, patting his flat belly, "That thing has been completely absorbed by me, don't worry!"

Chapter 182: Meeting with Members of Parliament

Chen Bofu repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Chen Jing and that his physical condition was as normal as before he left, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The teleportation ritual has been arranged." Chen Boxu sat beside the bed and pointed to the floor under his feet. "When it is necessary to teleport away, as long as the person is in the community, he can go there in an instant."

Hearing this, Chen Dingding nodded and his expression became more relaxed.

Although I don’t know what the people of [Moonlight Hermitage] are planning, it is always right to find a way out in advance.

In Chen Jing's opinion, running away was not a shame at all, but being killed for no apparent reason was a shame.

"You contacted me before," Chen Bofu said in a low voice, "Congressman Randolph wanted to see us."