Su Que's pupils shrank, and he looked at the tall building in the distance, where there were no fish drawn, the surface was grayish-black and white, and the foggy cold air surrounded it, looking desolate and decadent.

On its roof, a densely surveyed white swept away, like a monster's mouth devouring it, clutching the lid of the house.

The reinforced concrete wall slabs began to be exposed, the tall buildings in the sand and gravel overflow began to collapse, and the large cement walls smashed to the ground, "boom-" sound, splashing black and yellow sand dust ten meters high, and the choked air was filled with smoke.

The surging white wave made a "click" sound, and the prodigal son became lower and lower, and gradually approached the ground, as if swallowing all the concrete into his belly, so that the towering building was completely filled in less than an hour, and drowned in the wave, and became a pile of sand.

Even though Su Que had seen that thing a long time ago, she felt terrified, her heart was pounding in her body, as if she was about to jump out, and a cold air rose unhurriedly from the soles of her feet, and made her Heavenly Spirit Gai more and more awe-inspiring.

The tide had pressed in, dragging long colonies from the horizon, covering the ground like flowing water, and slowly covering all the houses that had not been painted with fish, swallowing them up. Like a tidal wave rising and falling, making the earth tremble, the earth's crust roaring and roaring, but the shrill voice grew louder and louder:

"Whaha-haha-haha-haha-haha-"

Su Que's heart seemed to be shaken violently, she couldn't care about anything, she suddenly reacted and rushed forward.

In front of the building was a desolate street, Su Que ran frantically along the street, and the stop signs on the side of the road slipped past her like the wind, and the muscles were active like springs, and it seemed that the vitality of the whole body was put into running.

The air in the lungs has long been in short supply, but the cells are still breathing without oxygen, and the accumulated lactic acid is tired in the muscles, and the soreness caused by it greatly hinders the speed of running.

Su Que's hands swung up and down like wheels, and from her point of view, the tide behind her was surging faster and faster—it was not a huge wave, but a piece of paper.

They are like villains cut out of white paper, with no facial features and expressions, even their bodies are condensed, only a large mouth drawn with a black pen is open in vain on the empty paper, and there seems to be residual mud and sand on the white paper of the mouth.

The tide was made up of thousands of paper men, and they were mighty and swarming, like locusts crossing the border, and like termites sweeping away.

Their paper bodies can fly, and their shrill voices are like the smirking of babies who have just completed the moon.

Su Que ran and gasped in the cold wind, she knew that she must not be able to kill those monsters, but she never thought of killing them.

A tree can be cut down, but a forest is helpless.

Of all the houses, only the one that did not draw the fish was overthrown, while the other houses still existed, which proves that the house with the fish painting is safe.

But among them, there are also black fish and white fish.

Su Que understands that the house where the black fish is painted is never gone, and this has nothing to do with the paper man.

- The house where the black fish is painted is actually a paradise for the nameless, and going to it is tantamount to going to the nest of the nameless.

The top priority now is to find a house with white fish painted on it to keep out the menacing army of paper men.

Su Que took a long breath and looked away, and as far as she could see, at the end of the road, there was a shop with a white fish painted on the glass door.

The tide behind him rolled more and more violently, and after a shop suddenly collapsed with a "boom", a middle-aged man ran out of breath from the back door that was about to collapse.

The man, who was also a survivor, was fat, with a full beard, a low head, prominent cheekbones, wrinkled eyes, a dusty face, and a bag of gold jewelry in his hand—it turned out to be a jewelry store.

He had been running since he came out of the shop, but the speed of the tide was getting faster and faster, and the deafening laughter was almost ringing in his ears, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

He gasped, his heart almost shutting down, but he was constantly regretting that he should not have coveted gold and gave up the best chance of escape.

Seeing that the army of paper people was getting closer and closer, he raised his eyes in a panic and saw Su Que rushing forward, and he didn't care about it at the moment, he tore his throat and shouted to her:

"Hey, the guy in front of you—help me—"

In the end, it was the voice of shouting when his life was in danger, and the sound was so loud that it overshadowed the paper man's screaming laughter, hitting Su Que's eardrums.

Su Que heard his voice, and barely looked back in her busy schedule, her hair was fluttering in the cold and mighty wind, and her eyelids were raised several times, but she couldn't open her eyes.

The afterglow was vague, and he accidentally swept the jewel in the middle-aged man's arms, which was shiny and tightly clutched, and his heart suddenly knew most of the cause and effect.

For this kind of self-inflicted person, Su Que has always been lazy.

If other people's lives can't be saved, who cares if you suffer by yourself?

So, the sound of the middle-aged man shouting several times came to her ears with unmistakable accuracy, and she didn't look back again, but kept running forward with her lead-heavy legs, narrowing her eyes between the top and bottom of her eyelashes, staring only at the place where the white fish was drawn a hundred meters away, as if she was going to teleport there with her mind.

The wave behind finally caught up with the middle-aged man, only to see him stumbling over the wave and falling into the white waves, his body gradually submerged into a pile of flesh and blood under the siege of the paper man, and even the last cry of fear with a trilling voice was annihilated in the shrill laughter of the paper man, only the flesh and blood on the white paper seemed to indicate that there was someone here.

After the middle-aged man's death, the army of paper people marched more unscrupulously, at this time they were only less than thirty meters away from Su Que, and one building after another was pushed down behind them, and the sound of "boom" continued to resound in the sky, making Su Que feel that the ground under her feet was also trembling, and the smoke and dust rushed into Su Que's nose, stirring her so much that she wanted to cough very much.

Su Que forcibly resisted all the desires of her body, and now she was less than fifty meters away from the shop with the white fish on it, and she could rush over it almost in an accelerated effort.

But at this time, her physical strength was exhausted, her lungs were in a sharp pain of overwork, the saliva in her mouth seemed to have turned into a bloody gas, and her chest was full of suffocation.

The tide was getting closer and closer, closer and closer, and after accelerating, the distance between them and Su Que was barely a meter, and she could almost hear the "Chacha" sound of the paper man walking, the haunting laughter, and the "buzzing" sound of the paper flying through the air.

The bitter cold wind and the warm current in the body fight again and again - the gate is in front of you!

Su Que burst out with strong vitality, a leap, grabbed the doorknob fiercely, and turned with the force, she felt her body being thrown out, but because of the force of her hand, she was violently pulled into the house, the open door was closed by Su Que who tried his best, and the dense paper people who followed kept hitting the fragile door.

"Papapa-papa-papa-"

The door was buzzing and trembling, as if it would collapse in the next second.

Su Que leaned weakly against the door, hoping that his weak little body could help the door resist some offensive.

The traces of high-level white fish paint painted on the door flickered and flickered, and darkened and darkened, and finally gradually stabilized, and the halo of light flowed into a white shield, blocking the paper man from the door.

The paper man outside the door laughed sharply and unwillingly, and his voice was so high that his piercing eardrums hurt, and it seemed that blood was slippery and slippery from his middle ear canal.

The waves slammed more violently against the door panel.

"Boom-boom-"

But it never breached the white giant shield, and the fish seemed to be swimming, constantly fighting.

Su Que inside the door gasped violently, coughed, and she collapsed to the ground - whether her life was in danger or not was between this moment.