Yes, change!

Everything is changing, but isn't it true that human beings are special and won't change? The answer, of course, is no.

On that night, humanity was also changing.

It's a feeling that you can never forget once you experience.

It all starts with your eyes, and you suddenly notice that everything around you has slowed down, and the reality is that your speed has become faster.

Then, you'll feel your body expand, a force that you have to vent, and then you'll be amazed at the fact that one of the attacking rats will fall apart before your eyes.

But shouldn't the normal situation be easy for ordinary people to deal with a dog?

You can't believe all this, but the next second, you will easily dodge a piece of debris blown by a hurricane....

I'm a changemaker, and I've been through it firsthand.

But you don't feel joy, and when you find that all these changes are based on great destruction, you have nothing but sorrow in your heart.

And my sorrow happened in the next moment.

The earthquake continued, shaking every few minutes, and this time the shaking knocked me and an iron frame next to her down, and we had to separate our hands and dodge the iron frame....

But no one thought that this time of letting go would be the separation of eternal life.

The iron frame dodged, but the three giant rats that were lying in ambush behind her rushed out!

Look, I thought I had become Superman and I could escape with her, but I didn't.

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I originally wanted to be a real recorder, and I wanted to circulate this diary in the years to come, so that future generations of mankind can see how our civilization has been subverted from the perspective of a first-hand witness, and think about how fragile we are in the vast universe.

It's a pity that I can't escape the shackles of emotion, I can't record the cruelty of the last moment, and all the cruelty that follows.

For example, crying and screaming in the ruins, even if I became Superman, I couldn't find a trace left by my parents.

I am their son, even if I am incapable of preventing the death that comes with this moment of disaster.

Why did I even pick up a handful of loess and make a final send-off for them?

The words are calm, but my eyes are full of tears, I don't have tears to flow, they are dry, but my eyes are stinging.

I have exhausted all my strength to describe the moment of the catastrophe.

However, enduring the pain of memories, in the end, his thoughts are still messy, less than one ten-thousandth of the scene at that time, and the description is only the tip of the iceberg.

But if someone in the future sees this diary, what will they think?

Don't be afraid, guess wildly.

You're going to think the same way I do, it's a conspiracy with no purpose.

From the Purple Moon, to the Meteor Shower, to the Beast Disaster, to the Natural Disaster.... Everything was like a premeditated plan, slamming away.

Isn't it? If you think about it carefully, you will find traces of 'artificial', and if the mastermind behind this is an intelligent being, I will call him human.

purposefully destroyed weapons, and even organized mutated creatures, and then, I don't know what means were used, to unleash a natural disaster.

When I say this, I am not stimulated to talk nonsense.

The destruction of weapons, without intelligence, will not be so purposeful and targeted.

Mutant creatures are other survivors who have seen humanoid monsters in the organization, what are they?

As for natural disasters? It's weird, it's violent, but it's just right enough to be controlled on the basis that it won't cause total destruction.

At least superhumans can avoid it, like me.

Then, I got the news that the destruction didn't start that night.

It started some days before that night.

A rat plague, an insect plague or something, destroying some small villages and towns.

It's just that such a disaster did not happen in densely populated China, but on other continents where the land is vast and sparsely populated, and in order to avoid panic, some truths were deliberately suppressed.

Now everything is exposed.

No one is embarrassed.

It felt like experimenting with a small village and town, and then when the purple moon rose, it was like a complete action.

The smell of conspiracy is so strong that it is impossible not to think.

But even so, I still don't think it's a destruction, and if you want to destroy, if you want to destroy it, you just need to make a little more violent action, and humanity will fall into a situation from which you will never recover.

Can't it be more violent? Is this the limit? No, no one thinks so, and judging by the means shown by the organizers behind it, they can do it.

Moreover, all the disasters were concentrated in that night, after which the calm began .... It's just that everything is still changing.

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In half a year, I experienced a lot of pain.

People say that time can bury wounds and take away everything, and I admit that it can take everything, but it doesn't have to bury wounds.

At least my wound is starting to scab over, but it's still bloody underneath...

The text is calm and cannot tell the millionth of the pain.

Occasionally, I want to give up, I want to fall into a complete sleep, to immerse myself in the dream of civilization that once was, and never to wake up again.

Everything is very difficult now, so difficult that it is like primitive people facing this planet, the difference is that everything around them has become a little scary, a little strange.

But I still have to live, and at this time, everyone who can survive knows that living has become a mission, a mission that can continue for mankind.

So... Everything in the past can only be pursued in dreams.

Tonight, I still want to dream.

If I can see someone I know, and if I'm lucky, I can see my parents or her, I want to tell them good news.

I have become a Purple Moon Warrior.

Yes, in this era, the surviving superman, people were given a new title - the Purple Moon Warrior.

Under the demonic purple moon, the warriors who still insist on fighting!

I became one of them, and when I think about it, I feel like I'm going to be strong and resolute right away.

If I can live a long time, I want to be an observer of the times, recording the beginning, the hardships of each day, the struggles of each day...

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"Whew...."Tang Ling raised his head, closed the book with a snap, and began to gasp for breath.

His body was actually not tired at all, a set of physical techniques, and gentle medicinal soup eliminated his fatigue.

But his heart was heavy and breathless.

Tang Ling thought that he was a very calm person, sometimes even a little cold-blooded, but I don't know why, when he saw the truth of the collapse of the times, he had a heaviness that he couldn't extricate himself from it.

Is this sensitivity your own? Tang Ling was very puzzled, just like he cared about these things in his bones, and he cared about them very much.... Is it the vanishing memories that are at work?

A copy of "Purple Moon Chronicles" is actually very thick, and it also recorded some important things in the Purple Moon Era later.

For example, the true definition of the Purple Moon Warrior, what is the difference between each level.

What about other professions? Where does hypertech come from, etc., etc.

However, Tang Ling was in no mood to watch it now.

He looked up at Boss Huang, and at this time, Boss Huang also looked at Tang Ling, his eyes were very deep, as if he contained countless secrets.

But Tang Ling felt that there was an inexplicable resonance between this look and his heart.

At that moment, Tang Ling felt that Boss Huang must know more about the truth.

He wiped a handful of water from his face, as well as hot sweat, and asked in a low voice, "Boss, is it a conspiracy?" ”

"Yes." Boss Huang answered directly without hesitation.

The upheaval of the times turned out to be really a conspiracy? Who did it? Who has such an invisible hand that can turn the world upside down?

"Aliens?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows.

"." Boss Huang replied that he didn't mean to joke.

"Not? Who would that be? Why destruction? Isn't it cruelty? Why, exactly? Tang Ling excitedly stood up from the barrel.

"Who is it?" Boss Huang also stood up, slowly paced to the window, looked at the sea that had become dark in the night, and was silent.

The flame of the pipe was extinguished, and the rising smoke almost enveloped Boss Huang's whole body.

"Don't you understand? The diary makes it clear that this is not destruction. ”

"As for who it is, I told you that it was my own person, do you believe it?" Boss Huang's tone suddenly became frivolous, but he didn't glance at Tang Ling, just kept looking out the window.

Tang Ling held a mouthful of blood in his throat and almost spurted out! It's better not to answer Boss Huang's answer, listening to it only makes people more foggy.

At this time, Boss Huang turned to look at Tang Ling, and his eyes became a little stern: "Want to explore the truth of the world?" Do you think you are qualified now? ”

"It's as ridiculous to talk to you about it as it is to talk to an ant who wants to save the world."

"I didn't say I wanted to save the world..."Tang Ling muttered.

"Shut up, since you don't want to save the world, it doesn't matter what the truth is. To live a long life is to learn to restrain one's curiosity when necessary. ”

"If I were you, I would carefully read the rest of "The Purple Moon Chronicle", I think everything is more practical for you."

"Just now, take a look, you probably don't even know what a first-order Purple Moon Warrior is? What standard is it measured. It's really daring, you don't know anything, and you dare to provoke so many people inexplicably, and you have experienced so many battles, you can only say that you are lucky. Boss Huang interrupted Tang Ling's words in one bite, and then said something else.

But Tang Ling's face became more and more ugly: "Do you know who I am?" ”

"You're Tang Ling, aren't you?" Boss Huang spit out a smoke ring, and then looked at Tang Ling: "Are you stupid yourself, or am you stupid?" ”

While speaking, Boss Huang quickly came to the desk, took out a few newspapers from the storage folder in the corner of the desk, and threw them on Tang Ling's face.

"Your inferior disguise can't fool my eyes." As Boss Huang spoke, he didn't seem to be excited anymore, and once again showed an old fox-like smile.