Meteorite rain has brought about an extinction catastrophe, unfamiliar elements have caused animal lesions, and invisible microorganisms have brought countless diseases. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition to their own diseases, human beings also have to fight against more diseased animals. The omnipresent threat, as well as the countless mutated microbes, diseases and disasters that are difficult to resist, bring the evolution of civilization to a halt and cause regression.

Bustling cities are in ruins, and vast tracts of fertile land are reduced to hell.

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Fang Zhao couldn't remember how long he had survived or fought in that near-apocalyptic world.

More than ninety years? Or a hundred years?

I can't remember.

Before the end of the world, he was originally a well-known composer, and his career was on the rise, and just as he was about to publish his most proud work to the world, he ushered in the war of annihilation. In order to stay alive, he went from escaping everywhere to fighting with his team.

When the lost land that had fallen was reclaimed piece by piece, just when everyone thought that this war of destruction was about to end and that the prosperous era would reappear, he fell into the darkness before dawn.

……

"If there is no determination to die, this war will be lost."

"So, 8 billion people in the world have become 80 million now."

"Lao Zhao, you say, will we win?"

"Yes."

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid that so many people's lives can't be exchanged for winning."

"Will win."

"That's good, when the victory comes, I'll find a place and start grazing again, alas, the pasture when I was a child, the blue sky and green grass...... Forget it, I can't remember. Lao Zhao, what about you? Will you become a composer again in the future? ”

"'Re'? I've never put it down. ”

……

Fang Zhao's mind suddenly sounded a conversation he had with his comrade-in-arms Su Mu.

The cries of his subordinates and the roars of mutated creatures before death seemed to be moving away, and the pain from decades of injuries and fatal wounds disappeared completely, and the body gradually regained consciousness.

The kind of vitality that seemed to be a dead tree in spring made Fang Zhao very puzzled, after all, he was already more than a hundred years old, an old man full of injuries and broken fingers. Even if his body has undergone some abnormalities due to his own defense in the last days, and his physique has increased, after all, he is plagued by injuries and is old, and he is like an overloaded machine all the time, and it is impossible to have such a relaxed state.

Just when Fang Zhao was about to feel it carefully, his head hurt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and countless unfamiliar images hit his brain, crowding it as if it was about to explode in the next moment.

The body was gradually controlled, Fang Zhao opened his eyes suddenly, sat up and gasped heavily, using the excessive exhaustion of his brain to make his vision dark for a moment, but as the headache gradually subsided and his vision recovered, Fang Zhao keenly noticed the abnormalities around him.

The intuition and perception that had been tempered in the battlefields of life and death allowed Fang Zhao to be sure that he was in a strange place without looking......

Wrong!

Not a strange place!

A picture appears in the brain, one that seems familiar.

This is where he lives.

He is Fang Zhao, but he is not Fang Zhao.

He had died in that end-time battle, but now he was alive again, in a person who was also called Fang Zhao, alive.

Alive!!

Fang Zhao raised his hands, looked at the ten fingers of the young man, and moved his legs, which were a little weak but without any pain.

It's a young, healthy body!

Not only Fang Zhao's own memories are in his brain, but the scenes of the battlefield before his death are still very clear, and the experience of fleeing and fighting for nearly a hundred years is all in his mind, but at the same time, he also has the memory of this body itself.

This young man, also named Fang Zhao, was only twenty-three years old and was about to end his higher education career.

This is a young composer.

Pity......

He was dumped as soon as he graduated, he was slaughtered as soon as he worked, and his friend, who had always thought he would fight side by side, betrayed him for the sake of profit, and stole all his achievements for three months.

Fang Zhao was puzzled, the end times are over, why give up life in such a good world?

Isn't it just dumped?

Isn't it just that the tune was stolen?

Isn't it just betrayed by a good partner?

So what?!

Is the sky falling?!

Are people in the last days trying to survive and commit suicide because of this? Those who live in the last days will surely not understand.

However, after all, it is a peaceful and prosperous era after the end of the world, and people living in peaceful times think differently. Fang Zhao himself had also experienced the era of peace, but the time was too far apart, and his memory had been blurred by countless bloody storms.

What do people in peacetime think?

It doesn't matter anymore. One way or another, things have happened.

Fang Zhao searched for another part of his brain that belonged to the body itself, except for sighing, he was angry, and choosing such a way when he encountered this kind of thing was too cowardly and evasive. The original owner himself died, and the person who stole his fruits is still living happily and becoming a successful person, is his death worth it?

Anyway, Fang Zhao felt that he was quite worthless. The vengeance of the present world is the revenge of the world, and the ghost knows if there will be an afterlife.

However, the original owner did not dare to face the current situation, but Fang Zhao was different.

After all, the minds of those who have experienced the last days are different from those of people in peaceful times.

The more memories he searched, the more surprised Fang Zhao became.

There really is a new world......

So many years of fighting, so many years of hellish life, it's worth it! When searching for the original memories of this body, Fang Zhao did not give up exploring the surroundings, no matter when, even when the body itself was in a safe environment, Fang Zhao would not completely relax his vigilance, this was a habit developed in the last days, and it was also one of the reasons why he could live for so many years in the last days.

When there was a louder and louder humming sound next to him, Fang Zhao temporarily stopped searching for his body's memories and looked sideways.

He had just sensed the presence of another living object in this small room, but it was not a threat or an attack. In the last days, this kind of beast is generally not a disease, so he didn't pay attention to it just now, but now that he heard the louder and louder voices, Fang Zhao faced the past.

It was a small dog, with finger-length hair clumped in clumps and smudges everywhere, and I don't know what it was sticking to. The dog is very thin, and if you remove the dog hair, you may only be skinny and skinny.

A stray dog picked up by the original owner before committing suicide.

After picking it up last night, the original owner gave it one last refreshed dinner, half of which he ate himself, and the other half to the dog, both of which contained suicide medicine bought from the drugstore.

There was an empty bowl on the table not far away, and the food with medicine in it had been eaten by the original owner, and the plate next to the dog was still the same as yesterday's, unchanged.

In my memory, yesterday the dog's physical condition was not very good, he could barely stand up, and after a night, he looked a little better, but it was still difficult to get up, lying there on his side, tilting his head slightly, twisting his neck to look at Fang Zhao, shaking the tip of his tail, staring at Fang Zhao with black eyes.

Fang Zhao moved his legs, although he was still a little weak, but he could still walk.

With his feet on the ground, the sense of steadiness transmitted from the soles of his feet to his brain made Fang Zhao's heart beat faster.

As if to determine the authenticity of what was in front of him, Fang Zhao walked away very carefully and seriously.

One step, two steps......

From the beginning, it seemed to be a slow-motion temptation, but gradually it became faster, and every cell in the body was excited by the emotions transmitted by the brain.

From death to life, how lucky!

Walking to the place where the dog was lying, Fang Zhao squatted down and threw the plate on the ground that he didn't know what the material was, and the medicated paste-like food contained in it, into the trash.

Seeing Fang Zhao's movements, the dog seemed to be a little more energetic, and his eyes were a little more bright.

There was no food to eat in the house, so Fang Zhao took out a bowl from the cupboard according to his body's memory. Touching the walls of the bowl, he was sure that it was not any material he was familiar with, at first glance it looked like ceramic, but to the touch it was more like a plastic composition, very light.

There were some vague memories of the new material in his brain, and Fang Zhao could only know from those memories that it was a material that degraded quickly under certain conditions and did not release large amounts of harmful substances.

Without further investigation, Fang Zhao went to the pool to pick up half a bowl of water according to his memory and put it in front of the dog.

The dog, who was lying there, stood up slowly, looking like it was about to fall down at any time, but it still stood firmly, lowered its head and licked the water in the bowl, and its tail flicked slightly on both sides.

Even a stray dog tries to stay alive.

Fang Zhao looked at the dog, and then focused his attention on the small room again.

A total space of about twenty square meters was crowded, cluttered, and the corners were even more messy, but the memories left in his mind let Fang Zhao know that before yesterday, that corner was actually the neatest place in the entire room.

The small space of about four square meters in the corner is the place where the original owner created, and the songs he wrote in the past two months were completed in that cramped corner.

Many of the tools and furnishings in the room are very unfamiliar, and Fang Zhao has never seen household appliances before, but he can understand everything from the memories left by his brain, so as long as he fully integrates the memories, he has no problem surviving here.

Fang Zhao came to a place and pressed a small button on the wall, and a waist-high cabinet protruded from the wall, and above the cabinet was a mirror.

Without studying the materials of the mirror and cabinet, Fang Zhao looked carefully at the person in the mirror.

The original owner and Fang Zhao himself looked somewhat similar, in fact, Fang Zhao didn't remember what he looked like when he was young, but when he saw this face in the mirror, Fang Zhao would still find a sense of familiarity, not based on the memory of the body itself, but the memory brought by Fang Zhao himself.

Really...... Destined.

Although he didn't know why he obtained this healthy body, Fang Zhao didn't agree with the original owner's approach, but since he inherited this body and obtained the memory of the original owner, Fang Zhao would also take part of the responsibility.

Staring at the pair of eyes in the mirror, Fang Zhao said seriously:

If you don't want it, I'll take it.

I'll avenge your revenge!

I'll help you pay your debts!

Do you dream of becoming a global composer? Exactly, so do I.

In fact, Fang Zhao's ambition is very big, but after all, this is a strange new world that he is not familiar with, and no matter how much ambition he has, he has to build on the basis of reality and his own ability. Wishes that could not be fulfilled before the end of the world may be fulfilled here.

Anyone can say big things, but before they get used to the environment and figure out their abilities, no matter how much they say, it's just empty.

Pushing the cabinet back into the wall, Fang Zhao walked to the window and opened it.

At this point in time, it was almost noon, and it was also sunny outside, and the curtains had already been opened, but the house was still dark, because this was a dark street. A slum-like place.