In the midst of the ruins, an old man wrapped in isolation material moved slowly, his figure lonely, but his eyes were full of determination.

Visibility is very low, so low that you can only see a maximum of about 10 meters with naked eyesight.

The lilac mist is as far as the eye can see, and being in it is like walking in the fog.

Chu Fugui doesn't like rain.

When every drop of rain contains radiation, no one likes it.

In the past, when it rained, you could tilt your head and open your mouth, and then you would be scolded by others for being stupid.

In the last days, when it rains, you put your head up and your mouth open... In a matter of seconds, it will become a corpse, and after a few hours, it will become the feces of some kind of mutated creature.

The damage to the body caused by radiation was irreversible, but Chu Fugui still came to the surface from the abandoned underground shelter.

In order to come to the ground, Chu Fugui underwent pre-radiation for nearly a week, just to adapt to the radiation storm weather on the ground.

He would rather die in radiation than stay in a shelter in safety, even with a lot of things and a low-radiation water source.

Because, he wants to find the truth, trying to find the last glimmer of hope.

Although pre-radiation can reduce the acute radiation sickness effects of secondary radiation to some extent, it is no different from chronic suicide.

Chu Fugui was very unlucky, as soon as he came to the ground, he encountered a radiation storm.

If you don't receive pre-radiation, if you don't wear a modified radiation protection suit, if you don't have an antibody injection... If it weren't for half a month of preparation, he wouldn't have survived more than six hours on the ground.

Even so, because of the pre-radiation, Chu Fugui's body still caused irreversible serious damage.

But it doesn't matter to him, he only needs twenty-four hours, and he can find the answer within twenty-four hours, and it doesn't matter if he dies or not.

Chu Fugui has only one purpose, to find the root of all this.

He already knew when civilization began to regress, but he didn't know where it began.

With time and place, he has the means to inform his past "self", stop all this, change all this.

A month ago, he crossed over.

Because he learned the whereabouts of Witchheart.

But when he succeeded, he realized that it was a trap.

A perfect trap set by Chu Shuye and Wu Xin.

Not only did he cross over, but he also traveled to fifty years later.

This is the first time that Chu Fugui has traveled such a long "distance".

All the crossing nodes were shut down, and they were followed by NH Corporation's "death squads", those madmen who carried various mutated viruses and made the apocalypse even more dilapidated in the original wasteland.

Before Chu Shuye implemented this desperate plan, there would at least be order, law and civilization in the future, even if these were all formulated by NH Company.

But now, there is nothing, not even the possibility of the most basic continuation of civilization, not even NH company... Or that Chu Shuye and Wu Xin are gone.

Walking among the ruins, Chu Fugui was like a down-and-out scavenger, looking for items that could be used in the ruins.

Sniffing his nose, Chu Fugui smelled a foul smell, and then his eyes lit up.

This stench comes from corpses, and there are a lot of corpses.

Shaking off the sticky dark green rain on his body, Chu Fugui observed the direction for a while, lowered his posture and continued to move forward.

When night fell, Chu Fugui saw a "settlement".

Collapsed houses, rusty unknown metal, withered bones of wild beasts, and giant flies and mutated rats

On the sharpened logs, there were countless corpses of varying degrees of decay.

The body is almost all **, and in addition to humans, there are many non-human species.

These non-human species are not members of the Order of Saints, but have been exposed to radiation or virus mutations.

Chu Fugui poured out two metal pipes from the backpack full of patches.

The jar is filled with a reducing agent and an oxidizing agent, which are roughly proportioned and then packed into hollow rods.

After making a simple incendiary stick, Chu Fugui climbed into a crater with a diameter of several meters.

When the rain with faint radiation completely stopped, Chu Fugui threw the burning bottle out with all his might, and then ran quickly in the opposite direction.

Unsurprisingly, the light of the incendiary rod attracted the attention of the "trappers" within the settlement.

Dozens of dark shadows rushed out of the settlement.

These dark shadows, hairless, pale, emaciated, with distorted facial features, and a bloodthirsty light in their eyes.

"One, two, three... Twelve, a group of settlement hunters, exactly twelve!"

Lying in the foul-smelling puddle, the dusty memory resurfaced in his mind, and the corners of Chu Fugui's mouth outlined a grim smile.

After a loud "boom", the flames soared into the sky.

A finger fell on Chu Fugui's hand.

After habitually pulling an aluminum ring from his fingers, Chu Fugui laughed secretly.

"No matter how many years after the end of the world, a predator will never have a long memory!"

After laughing, Chu Fugui threw the aluminum ring out and swaggered towards the settlement.

There are many types of settlements, human settlements, and predator settlements.

The settlement that Chu Fugui walked into was the predator's settlement.

In the aftermath of the Great War that led to the apocalypse, many of the surviving humans on the ground were exposed to radiation, resulting in mutations.

And the predator is one of the mutants.

Predators retain human memories, but their behavior and thinking are chaotic, and under normal circumstances, twelve predators will form a family and form a colony.

One of Chu Fugui's incendiary rods attracted all the twelve predators in the settlement, and then detonated the homemade explosives by remote control.

None of the twelve predators were spared, and the settlement was no longer in danger.

With his hands behind his back and taking the iconic Eight Master steps, Chu Fugui walked into the settlement.

The settlement was filthy and foul-smelling.

It's a settlement, but it's just a few houses that are still intact with some simple metal and wood.

Chu Fugui began to look for what he wanted.

Above the wasteland, there is only one thing that is most valuable.

That is "pre-war" technology.

The so-called pre-war technology is any technological product that can represent a pre-war civilization, even a lithium-ion battery.

When civilization is not moving forward or even completely falling, people can only look back, hoping to find some solace in the glory of the past.

It's a pity that this kind of consolation is not inheritance, let alone the power to find the power to return to glory through reverse research, but something that can make you live better on the outside, to put it more colloquially, that is, a weapon, anything that can be turned into a weapon, even if it is a steel plate that has been tempered for thousands of years.

Of course, steel plates have nothing to do with any pre-war smelting technology, just because steel plates can be polished into sharp weapons, better used to kill people, or, to arm themselves not to be killed.

After the end times, everything changed, including people, including anything.

No one knows how the war broke out, let alone know

It is unclear who was the first to press the button, and it is unclear whether the reason why the world has become a wasteland is due to the cause of the global war.

Anyway, it just happened.

Those who die, just die.

The living are alive underground like walking corpses.

What Chu Fugui was looking for was not pre-war technology, but pre-war materials.

Above the wasteland, no one will pay attention to how the wasteland becomes the wasteland, because the wood is already in the boat, and it is too late to regret it.

But Chu Fugui is different, maybe on the entire wasteland, only he will look for meaningless answers.

Even if he knew that all the crossing points had been forcibly shut down, he would still try.

Because for so many years, he's been doing things that don't seem like any certainty and crazy.

In the past, it would have theoretically taken only about ten hours to get to the North Pole at a certain point in the Southern Hemisphere.

But now, resources are almost completely exhausted, and although communication does not need to rely on roaring, transportation must be relied on.

Chu Fugui has been shuttling through the underground shelters between various cities, facing all kinds of unknown dangers and sinister creatures, and finally came to this place that was called the "Fog Capital" in the past.

In the underground shelter for nearly a month, Chu Fugui collected a lot of information.

Although the information is not comprehensive, Chu Fugui knows the future he is in, including the general outline of what happened.

Every time you cross, every time you change history, you will make the future deviate.

So after each time crossing, the first thing Chu Fugui has to do is to figure out the timeline.

Unfortunately, because it is the last days, there is not much information to inquire.

Chu Fugui only roughly knew that 20 years ago, NH Company's alternative energy plan to the world was stillborn, which also kicked off the energy war.

Until then, the first power had been pressuring its southern neighbor to ramp up oil production to meet growing domestic demand.

Immediately afterward, in the name of consolidating power and preventing pollution from spreading to the land of the First Power, the First Power sent a large number of troops to the country, in effect to control the country's non-renewable energy sources.

Unable to compete with the military power of the First Power, the country had no choice but to allow its natural resources to be extracted and transported to the northern border.

The shortage of oil and natural resources eventually caused a global panic, and the resource war gradually began.

Different countries have begun to use force to fight for the remaining resources, and the first of them is the resource-rich Middle East.

The Saints, under the leadership of the Ancestor of the Blood Clan, took advantage of the turmoil in the region to launch multiple rounds of local small-scale nuclear strikes against several cities where the main members of NH Company were located.

Later, governments learned that NH's "alternative energy plan" was a viable and fully mature project that could take massive amounts of renewable resources from the deep sea, but NH kept it secret.

Under this premise, NH became the target of public criticism.

The puppet is not guilty, not to mention, this puppet is still guilty.

Fueled by the Secret Society of the Saints, NH suffered a comprehensive blow from many fronts.

In the midst of the turmoil, various forces began to show their fangs.

According to the incomplete information collected by Chu Fugui, the members of the Saints detonated a nuclear bomb and a blood virus in the lower layer of Greenland, the second largest glacier.

Three to four kilograms of plutonium is only 50,000 to 60,000 tons, but the peculiarity of the detonation site has led to the lack of clean water for hundreds of millions of people downstream, creating a vicious circle.