There are some secrets that make people feel a sense of privacy that everyone doesn't know and that is unique to me.

For example, the fat man Lu Liang, who knows the secret of Shi Xuanxuan. And some of the secrets are very painful. Especially the kind of shocking and unspeakable secrets.

Therefore, there are four people in the glass studio on the third floor of Runlu: one is the director of the Yin Division of the Dead Realm, two former Dead Realm insiders, and one is Fusu, who has nothing to do with the Dead Realm. It's painful! It's painful!

Yang Seventeen's bold speculation was not something that he could just think about by suddenly slapping his thigh.

Rather, it is a combination of the fluctuations of the dead world in the past hundred years, as well as the analysis of the successive disasters in the human world.

Ordinary disasters should not be underestimated, but the consequences of disasters caused by the overflow of energy in the realm of the dead and the collision with the forces of nature in the real world are even more unpredictable.

Swept by the two worlds, the space was shattered and reorganized, and this planet has experienced such a major reshuffle more than once.

Mountains, rivers and land, in the face of such a catastrophe, are like toys that can be pulled at will.

Perhaps, the existence of the gods is to guard the energy of the world.

However, it is impossible for anyone to pray to God and worship Buddha in the face of calamity.

Because, you never know which side the gods are on.

Those invisible eyes, do you also think that this world is time to clean?!

Perhaps, the gods have long since passed away. Perhaps, the gods can't do anything about it. God knows!

Since the development of the human world, although there are not a few people who believe in gods and Buddhas, people have become more and more convinced of their own power.

Natural disasters may not be able to be resolved by manpower, but this dream has always been there.

In many film and television works, don't they all have a reflection of this beautiful dream? the 'Noah's Ark' that carries the creatures of the end times, the beautiful wish of immigrating to outer space, and the many superheroes who can save all beings...

And the real heroes in reality are not those scientific researchers who work hard to study, and the human duty who guards the order of the world day and night?

The astronauts who explore the alien planet are the pioneers and heroes of the human world; the scientists who successfully built rockets to land on the moon are heroes; the people's soldiers who stand in the face of stormy waves and are not afraid of death are heroes; the firefighters who face the raging mountain fires and have no way to return are heroes; and the ambulance workers who brave the aftershocks and go to the landslide and the ground crack are heroes...

Heroes, everywhere. A hero can be anyone in this world.

Fusu never wanted to be a hero. He is not a god in heaven and earth, nor is he a fighter among ordinary humans.

Three years, or as Yang XVII said, it will be longer, ten years, even if it will grow to more than 100 years. So what?

This is merely a unit of measurement that does not determine if, but when, the looming catastrophe will occur.

I don't know when this amulet was triggered. What they know is that the remaining time limit, the countdown to the life of all things in the world, has begun.

After Yang Qiqi settled down, he looked at everyone solemnly and said, "Everyone, this matter is too important, I need to go back to the Ferryman Department immediately to discuss the plan."

Although, maybe we can't stop it, there is still some time. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we cannot give up. Farewell!"

Fusu Zhengse nodded, and a small shadow grass appeared between his raised hands, and threw it at Yang Qiqi, who took it into his palm.

"As you said, this matter is too serious, so can you notify the people of the secret clan?"

The secret tribes live on one side and are protected by enchantments to isolate the prying eyes of the outside world, but they are not omnipotent.

If it is really a catastrophe, even the fox clan, which is most away from the human world and has a safe corner, will not be able to escape the agitation after the collision of energy.

There are very few blind corner people who have always been guarding the nearest place in the center of the earth, and they are the first to suffer.

And the Phantom Clan and the Demon Clan, which have come to an end, also have no ability to stand alone.

If the form of the disaster is the ocean pouring into the land, the birds may still be able to steal life, but in the turbulent waters of the cross-current, no matter how good the water is, the fish can only die with the waves.

In fact, since the development of science and technology, the secret clan no longer has any advantages except for a longer lifespan.

There may still be a very small number of human beings who can survive through powerful equipment. But the people of the secret clan who have remained unchanged for eternity and have been sealed are really only dead.

Of course, Yang Qiqi understood this, and after pondering for a moment, he replied: "Wait for my news." Although I can conclude that the catastrophe is indeed imminent, I will listen to the recent discoveries of the five guards and the other eleven directors before making a final conclusion. ”

Fusu nodded, "Okay." If you can't be notified by your phone, you can use the shadow to send a signal. ”

After Yang Qiqi turned his head to say goodbye to Lan Piaopiao, he escaped from the barrier outside Runlu.

Meng Yi leaned against the oak table, his heart was in turmoil.

He also knew the power of the Ice Ling Cold Wind in the Dead Realm, but it only existed in the Dead Realm and had nothing to do with humans.

But the catastrophe swept everything. He has also encountered many disasters, big and small. Not to mention anything else, he has witnessed the tragic events of earthquakes in the past few decades.

He knew that he could not have saved everyone in that kind of disaster on his own.

Maybe, maybe he can protect Chen Hao and Ping'er.

However, if the world is really coming to an end, and it is lucky to survive, it means that it will be difficult to survive in the disintegrating spatial reorganization.

It's not that it's bad to live, but who can accept that the world in front of you is suddenly gone, and the people who are familiar and close to you are gone, and you live like a primitive person?

Ru Mao drank blood and survived in order to survive, which was not a lucky thing.

God knows that the world has been reshuffled, and the world of the dead has also been reorganized, where should hundreds of millions of souls wander to?

Is it turned into energy, returned to heaven and earth, and provided for new beings? Or is it a mess, waiting for the shuffle to be over, and new life will be reborn?

No one knows the answer. Moreover, this answer is not important.

Importantly, will all this really happen?

Does it really happen? Lan Piaopiao knows better than anyone what the apocalypse is like.

Yang Seventeen's judgment is not far from ten, it should not be wrong. She knew this very well in her heart.

Seven thousand years ago, not to mention whether there was an old immortal like her at that time, who could still survive, just those details cannot be judged in just a few words or two sentences.

The energy fluctuations of the five major enchantments of the Dead Realm, the five realm masters of the year were nowhere to be found, and the living gate was opened and could no longer enter, and no one knew what happened in it.

The vision that appeared in the sky of the Ferry Division, the sign of energy overflowing, everything was so consistent with that year.

Even if she remembers the time wrongly, it's not three years, it's thirty years and three hundred years, so what, the countdown begins, and all lives have entered the countdown stage.

Damn the law of heaven and earth, damn order, damn different paths to the same end.

has lived for so long, and it is really an underestimation to say that she is still greedy for life and afraid of death.

What she was thinking about was not exactly herself, but more about the lovely creatures in this world.

The sky is high for birds to fly, the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and human beings have explored, destroyed, destroyed, and saved in the evolution of thousands of years.

On the path of pursuit, learn how to get along better with this planet. It's inherently hateful, but it's also cute.

Lan Piaopiao only felt a headache in her heart, she thought of the children in the schools that had been funded and built for many years, and the people who were already living in a harsh environment.

How cruel it is, they haven't even experienced much of the good side of this world before they are about to be cleansed!

The term savior is a beautiful prayer for mankind for the end times.

The building will fall, not a single tree can support it.

Lan Piaopiao looked at Fusu, knowing that even this Ten Thousand Year Emperor Cypress Soul Son was not omnipotent.

Back then, the Celestial Clan paid the price of exterminating the clan and turned the tide, but now with his own strength, how can he do it?!

When a person knows when he is going to die, he is probably either mad or completely transparent.

Lan Piaopiao has lived enough.

She watched human beings go from drinking blood to primitive society, from inhumane slavery to a feudal period with clear classes;

The rise and fall of the imperial powers of the East and the West, the development of capitalism and socialism to this day...

She's seen enough, she's enjoyed it, she's been lost like Fusu, and she's lost for a while, but in the end she's found her way.

She has never felt how great she is, and since she came to this world, all the way she can do and do the best thing is to give her sincerity little by little.

Not the Virgin who overflows with love, but the vulnerable who she can take care of and who really need to be cared for.

Fusu and Midnight are also doing these things, but unlike them, Lan Piaopiao has done it to the extreme.

Not only did she contribute money and efforts, but she didn't think about whether she would be exposed to people's eyes and get along with the people she cared for.

At this point, she couldn't think about anything else.

If you can live one day at a time, just before the world falls apart, let those people who are struggling with their lives be happy for a moment.

"Fusu, I'm also going to leave for some time. If there's anything I can do to help, feel free to get in touch. ”

Lan Piaopiao walked out of the shock, thought clearly, and spoke in a tone that seemed to have an understanding.

Fusu looked at her, although she didn't know what she was thinking, but she probably guessed that she probably knew how to calmly face the possible catastrophe.

Yes, probably. He agrees with what Yang Seventeen said, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, don't give up.

He's not a hero to save the world, but if the world needs him to fill the space with his incarnation, he will.

"Good. You too. ”

A simple sentence is enough to show your heart.

Originally, it was just a simple question, wanting to find some clues about the ability of the white mist in Sang Xia's body, but in the end, the two people in the realm of the dead inadvertently confirmed the terrifying conjecture.

Since you can't hide from it, let's find a way to deal with it.

"I need a sum of money. ”

Lan Piaopiao suddenly made an extremely unreasonable and nonsensical request to Fusu.

Fusu, "Okay, I'll let Midnight contact you later." ”

He didn't refuse, and agreed to it. Guessed what she was going to do. Whatever she wanted to do, money, was completely unimportant.

The headache is, how to convince Midnight to pull out a huge amount of money...

Lan Piaopiao gave him a deep look, turned around and fled out of the studio towards the mountain.

"Fusu," Meng Yi, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke when there were no outsiders, "Really, will there be such a catastrophe that will destroy the world?"

Fusu lowered his head noncommittally and pondered, and Meng Yi said unwillingly: "To say that modern science and technology are already very developed, don't human beings have the ability to fly to the sky?!"

If the whole world knew that there would be such a catastrophe, so many countries and so many people, it would be difficult to say that there would be no way to do it.

And isn't there all sorts of instruments for testing for disasters now? Those scientists haven't found any precursors of disaster, is that yin going to be...

She's just guessing, and it doesn't necessarily happen!"

Fusu raised his eyes and looked at him, how could he not understand what he was thinking.

finally found peace, and the disclosure of identity was accepted, such a stable world, and anyone who has gone through vicissitudes is reluctant to let go.

What's more, Meng Yi was originally an affectionate person with a thousand soft hearts inside, how could he accept and face the ending of the world's extinction.

No, it's not just him. It's impossible for anyone to accept it.

Therefore, this matter can only be known to the four people in the field just now. When Yang Seventeen left, he had already indicated that he could not reveal it to the secret clan for the time being.

This secret can only be hidden deep in the hearts of four people. Thou shalt not say it in his mouth, and no one can tell it, no matter how close it is.

Sighing bitterly, Fusu sat back on the sofa chair weakly, and said, "If human beings have the ability to detect disasters, then there can be no more misfortune in this world. Isn't it?

How can anyone die in mud or be swallowed up by a wave, and how can we warn the world that the end times are coming?

At that time, either no one will believe it, or before the real catastrophe comes, humanity will collapse on its own.

Most of the order of this world is maintained in relative balance due to the sacrifice of human beings, and once the hope of life is shattered, the tyrannical side that was originally hidden in the human soul will destroy this world first.

Even if you and I have the ability to convince the leaders of those countries to believe in the theory of annihilation. I think they will also block the news for the sake of the bigger picture.

It's not cruelty, it's powerlessness.

No one can save the world, so it is better to let people live in ignorance and spend one day at a time.

Although, I don't know if it's right or wrong to do this. However, there is no choice, no matter which one, you and I can't do it. ”

Meng Yi leaned against the oak table, Fu Su said, his eyes drooped, and finally the whole head was hanging weakly on his chest.

Oh, yes. He was just grasping at the straw that didn't exist in the first place, trying in vain to create a hope for himself. But Fusu didn't give him such illusions.

What about telling humanity? Will anyone believe it? Even if someone does, will anyone think the same way as him?

There are many people in this world who don't really want to live, and if these people know the news of the end of the world, the chaos can be imagined.

When the time comes, let alone a disaster, they will have to figure out how to save people from outlaws and terrorists...

"There are still three years to go, and since Yang Qiqi said that there is still a glimmer of hope, then let's get ready.

Maybe there will be a way for the people in the realm of the dead, and maybe there will be a place for you and me at that time. ”

Fusu waved to Meng Yi and motioned for him to sit beside him.

After Meng Yi sat down, he looked at Fusu deeply, his eyes were empty and hesitant, and Mu Ne nodded.

When he was in a puzzle and couldn't see the conspiracy clearly, he once thought that it was because of his own negligence that he killed Fusu, his brother, and everyone in the family.

But now, with no conspiracy and no more to face an irresistible force, he once again felt powerless and hopeless.

Is he incompetent? Of course not. Huai Yu has a shocking secret that can't be said, he can't be as calm as Fusu.

It's not Lan Piaopiao, who has lived long enough and has no regrets to worry about.

Since he has Runlu people in his life, Chen Hao, and Ping'er, he has become more and more like an ordinary ordinary man.

He is the ordinary man who goes to the flower shop every day to accompany his beloved, but he is also the only partner Fusu can talk to!

No, he can't be so powerless.

Although in the face of the catastrophe, he is no different from all living beings, like an ant. But as far as Fusu is concerned, he is the only one.

Even if it wasn't because he happened to enter the studio, even if Yang Qiqi avoided him to speak. In the end, Fusu would still tell him the secret.

Because in Fusu's heart, Meng Yi will always be the only one who can discuss countermeasures.

Because of his reliability, but also because of the knowledge they know about each other.

Thinking of this, Meng Yi's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, "If there is anything, I am willing to go." Fusu, no matter what, you promise me to let me go first!"