Most of the nights in Boston are moonlit Shu, Mike is half-leaning on his balcony, holding a can of unknown small brand of beer, looking at the moon outside, moaning and sighing deeply.

Mike, who lives on the fifth floor, couldn't help but feel a bitterness rise in his heart as he looked at the cars coming and going downstairs.

He is a native of Boston, and naturally lives and works in Boston, but due to recent events, his source of income has been lost.

Although there is a subsidy from the government, where is that money enough for their family of five to live?

He was originally working as a storekeeper on the Boston docks, but something happened not long ago that caused him to temporarily lose his job.

Why? Because the port of Boston is closed, it is said that it will take at least half a year before it reopens.

But then again, even if the port of Boston opens up immediately, Mike doesn't plan to go to work... After all, there was such a terrible thing in Boston Harbor, and it would not be nice if it happened again.

Income is important, but Mike feels that his life is more important.

"Alas. ”

Mike let out a long sigh and took another sip of beer, feeling that the days were getting more and more boring.

If I had the money, would I still live in this place?

Mike thought to himself that living in Boston had been a happy idea for him before, but now it was all gone.

Do you still want to go out and do a vote?

Mike thought to himself, and everyone didn't know Mike's true identity.

Once upon a time, Mike was a professional robber, haunting the streets at night, carrying a gun, robbing money and lust.

However, after being married for so long, he has rarely gone out to rob, and he has not gone out more than five times in the past year.

Just when Mike raised this thought, a cool breeze blew across his face, Mike couldn't help but feel excited, and his mind was a little puzzled: "Shit-like weather, this horse is only in July, why is it so cold?!"

The weather is getting colder and colder, and this feeling is like being in winter, which also makes Mike feel a little weird: this is summer, he can't speak when it's hot, why is it so cold?

Suddenly, a wisp of snowflakes floated from the sky, and then, more and more snowflakes fluttered, which made people feel a little... Uncanny.

The snowflakes continued to fall, slowly falling from the sky, and what was even more bizarre was that the snowflakes fell on the ground without the slightest cover, as if it had never happened!

"No! No!"

Mike's eyes gradually changed from curiosity to horror!

That's right!

I felt the strange and indescribable familiarity of today's snow two months ago!

Two months ago... Mike was a warehouse keeper at the Boston Harbor at the time, and he once witnessed the six-armed giant emerging from the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean!

At that time, the waves were all against the current, which is not much different from the snow in July today, which is the same feeling of horror and fear!

"Run! I'm going to run!"

Mike shuddered, and the can of beer in his hand fell to the ground, but the beer in the can visibly condensed into solid...

A cold mist swept towards Mike's building, and before Mike could turn around and open the balcony door, the bone-chilling cold fog enveloped Mike.

Almost in an instant, the tall and strong man who was originally nearly two hundred pounds had turned into a ball of dry bones, and no trace of flesh and blood existed, leaving only ice slag everywhere.

The cold fog was flying all over the sky, and the crowd that was still talking and laughing disappeared in an instant.

The speed at which the cold fog spread was not fast, and those lucky people who had not been affected by the cold fog began to run and cry after seeing the tragic image behind them.

An irregular black giant appeared at one end of the city in an instant, the black giant had no limbs and no eyes, it was said to be a giant, and it looked more like a black balloon!

"What's that?!"

"OMG, what's this, run!"

"Don't look! Run, run!"

"Where is the government?!Where is the army?!"

There was a commotion on the streets, and all the people were already in a mess, and no one was spared, only to feel that it was cold everywhere, and it was bitterly cold everywhere!

The Boston government office has received information that the government agencies have become a mess, and countless phone calls have been sent over, and they are all asking for one thing, that is, where the army has gone.

The governor kept dialing the general's phone, and when the phone was connected, the governor didn't care about any politeness, and shouted: "General Allen!

"Ahem... That monster is supposed to be the god of the eerie bones, it was killed from the laboratory, and our army has been almost wiped out, and there are nearly a thousand survivors, half of whom are seriously injured... There's nothing we can do. ”

Listening to General Allen's words, the governor fell silent.

He didn't know what to say, so he could only take a deep breath and try to keep himself as steady and out of shape as possible.

"Mr. Governor, the cold mist spit out by the black monsters that appeared on the streets of Sappho is disappearing, and according to our analysis, this cold fog can turn all living beings into dry bones. ”

An official hurriedly came to the governor and reported solemnly: "God forbid, this cold fog dissipates after killing hundreds of people. ”

"Really?"

The governor regained his hope, and he leaned against the official and asked, "Strange... Where is the Eerie God now?"

The god of eerie bones?

This name really startled the official, but soon the official adjusted and said to the governor: "The gloomy god has been in the Sappho district all along, and there is no further action, the crowd around him has been evacuated by the National Guard, and the National Guard asks if you want to attack it?"

"He didn't move, just in Sappho?"

The governor hesitated, but he hurried to the floor-to-ceiling window, and through the window of his office, he looked in the direction of the Sappho district, and faintly saw a towering black shadow.

That's... The god of the eerie bones?

The governor narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Don't act yet, and since He didn't choose to continue wreaking havoc, let's not provoke Him." ”

With that, the governor sighed and continued to look at the towering black giant in the distance, his eyes slightly uncomfortable.

And in a place that no one could see, above the black giant's head, there seemed to be several invisible threads manipulating the giant's actions.

The owner of the thread came from above the nine heavens and looked at the whole of Boston faintly.

Jingchuan.

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