Sunset and dusk, silence and desolation, Nanshan City.

It should have been a city that never sleeps with all night of partying, but now all that remains is ruins and gunsmoke, and there is no prosperity anywhere in sight.

The Ferris wheel in the playground is still sparkling, the ground is covered with mountains of blood and mud, and the toppled clock building rings the ancient and solemn chime, which is sending these dead souls on their last journey.

Every few meters in the dead streets, a candle is placed, and the candlelight sways in the breeze, looking like a sea of stars from above.

The city has stood for thousands of years, like an ancient king riding an iron horse on a galloping battlefield.

But now it has come to an end, falling from a war horse, as heavy as Tarzan, and as light as a dead leaf.

Without rescue forces, the destruction of a city is insignificant to the world.

In the quiet ruins of the city, a voice suddenly came.

The fat and thin men jumped onto a broken wall and sighed at the sunset at the wreckage of the city, their faces reflected in the sunset and candlelight.

"I can't imagine that a city has stood for a thousand years, but it only took three days to destroy. The thin man swept around with a bright flashlight in his hand, shaking his head and his eyes lit up.

"It's not those weird things, I heard that this city is very evil," the fat man waved his hand, his face trembling, "Remember, just look for a place with a bright light, something that shines must be a treasure!"

"These candles are treasures too?"

"Don't you raise the bar, don't be there and hurry up, I'm lucky to make a small fortune tonight!"

The two soldiers rummaged around in two ways, and the gains were not small, and they completely forgot the passage of time.

A few hours later, they met in front of the ruins of a high-rise building, sitting on rocks and displaying their "trophies".

"It's not me saying it, these are dead things, you won't get entangled in anything unclean when you take them back......" The thin man was extremely timid, and he craned his shoulders to look around.

The fat man frowned, and his face was gloomy.

"Hey, don't scare yourself, you have to use a realistic perspective to dialectically dialectically solve problems, cultivating immortals is the king these days, what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods are all nonsense. ”

"But ......"

"But what's it, it's not just the two of us who came to pick up the leaks tonight, what does their death have to do with us, let's just want to make some money, what kind of ghost are we afraid of knocking on the door?"

"That's right, there are debtors and debtors, and we can't blame them. The thin man muttered quietly, as if talking to himself, as if to a ghost.

The two planned to stop there and retreat as soon as possible.

Crash!

Suddenly, there was a sound from the side, the sound of the wasteland and rocks sliding, which seemed a little abrupt in the silence of the night.

"Who, who's there?"

The fat man turned around with a tiger jump, his flashlight swept around, his knees slightly bent and leaned forward, ready to defend at any time.

As they say, there are many people who pick up leaks in the ruins of the city, and of course there are many people who take advantage of the dark wind of the night to reap the benefits of fishermen.

The thin man also turned around fiercely, holding his breath and staring around, in the windless night, there was a sudden gust of gloomy wind, and the air was quiet and scary.

"Brother, let's evacuate quickly, this place is not suitable for a long time!" he said with a cry in his voice, but his legs were weak and he couldn't walk.

Crash!

It was the sound of falling stones again, and the fat man held a flashlight to shine it accurately.

In the distance, on a pile of rubble, a charred arm jerked out, groping around as if unconscious.

The two shivered in unison, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

Are there still living people in the ruins of this newly destroyed city?

No, it's definitely not a living person, the arms are charred and blackened, as if only bones are left, how can the traction bones move on their own without muscles?

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, fat man, I'm not scared!" the fat man said, but he didn't have the idea of pulling this arm out to see where the other party was.

The thin man was timid, trembling all over his body at the moment, his heart was beating like a drum, and a cold air rushed down his spine to his brain.

He suddenly remembered the strange news that had been coming out of the city for three years.

"Shocked! There is a suspected supernatural incident in the summer hotel, and the camera captured the woman in red floating in the corridor, but the official did not explain!"

"Weird! The family surnamed Liu in the villa area died violently overnight, and the pupils of the corpse were dilated, and it was suspected that the shock was excessive. ”

"Horror! Recently, it has been raining heavily in the city, and many residents have claimed to have seen something crawling on the streets during the rainstorm at night, and even something has slapped on their windows!"

......

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, the more he thought about it, the more his heart trembled, the thin man reached out and pulled the fat man, he wanted to get out of here quickly, out of this strange place.

There must be something buried under the pile of rocks in front of us, something like a ghost, something like a devil.

But damn it, I can't get rid of this old problem of being afraid that my legs will be weak.

Bang Dang!

The charred arm seemed to have finally touched something, and the heavy iron plate on the pile of rubble was forcefully pushed away.

The eerie aura began to spread, and the dim night was stained blood red by candlelight.

The jumble of stones takes on a circle, and in the center of the circle, the devil reveals his true face.

It was a withered and deformed body, as if it had been burned and impacted to the extreme, its limbs bent and moved at an eerie angle, and there was not a single intact piece of skin left above and below its body, and even most of the area was only charred bones.

Injuries of this magnitude should have been buried in the city like any other corpse.

But now he stood up, stiff and twisting his blood-soaked limbs, like a zombie or a demon, reminiscent of a Terminator with nothing but a steel bracket left.

......

Wu Chen's consciousness gradually returned, and his eyeballs, which had no eyelids, were bloodshot, and he lost any consciousness all over his body, and he was able to stand up by biological instinct.

Two pieces of green information that only he could see were constantly refreshing and circulating through his body.

HP +1

Spirit +1

HP +1

Spirit +1

......

"Hey, why don't you two save you two when you die......" He noticed a fat and thin one next to him, suddenly turned his head to look, and asked subconsciously.

But his voice has not yet recovered, his voice is hoarse like a soul seducer, his eyes can't be closed and he stares directly at each other, and the flickering candlelight can't wash away the horror in his bones.

"Run...... Run...... the psychological defense line of the two completely collapsed at this moment, and the fat man pulled up the thin man and ran wildly into the distance, like a weasel who had just stolen someone's chicken.

They don't know if the other person is really alive, but there is a voice in their subconscious that keeps telling them that the other person is dangerous, very dangerous.

Especially in the ruins of such an urban ruin, which is not bound by legal rules, the degree of danger is once again magnified countless times.

But to no avail, the two of them had just run out for about ten meters before they fell down, and a streamer pierced their hearts at a blink of an eye, turning into a black straight-edged long knife and returning to Wu Chen's hands.

"Sorry, I'm short of money. ”

Wu Chen moved his mutilated body to the two corpses and took off their storage rings.

Then he continued to walk into the distance with heavy steps.

With each step, his body was rapidly recovering, twisted bones and joints realigned, and strong tendons sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

The blackened, dry flesh was re-raised, black debris was shed, and the newborn skin was a healthy pink.

He walked to a high point, and looked at the whole city with deep eyes, and there was no sadness in his dark pupils, but only lamentation and regret.

The fall of this city has something to do with him.