Takutaan stood in the dark, a viscous liquid dripping down the dangling blade to the ground.

Outside the door, there was a constant sound of gunfire, and she could see the cruel sight through the door.

The two shrouded corpses lay on the ground, cleanly stabbed in two from the waist, but they were still not completely dead, and they still insisted on letting out a weird chuckle until the moment they fell.

Qin Ziyao was no longer breathing.

His body was cold, his right hand clutched the dagger tightly, and he sat against the corner of the wall, just like his distracted eyes, leaving behind doubts and unwillingness to the world.

Her brother died, and he collapsed in this damn lab, but until now, Takutaan still didn't know the cause of his death.

She didn't crouch down and hug her head and cry, she didn't know where that confusion came from, as if everything was the way to go, and she had already seen the scenery above.

Bang bang.

Bang bang.

The iron door was trembling, and countless shrouded corpses were crowded outside the door, and the occasional stray bullet that hit them was weakly embedded in the stinking strip of cloth, but it did no harm.

Takutaan walked over to Qin Ziyao and sat down, hugging his knees, the long knife falling to the ground with a dull sound.

The world collapsed. She has nothing left to do, so let her die with this ruin.

She closed her eyes, and a faint black mist began to appear all over her body. The aura in the black mist that does not belong to this world is very weak, but it is wrapped in a deep killing intent.

"Why did you fall here? Obviously, we are just going to the barrier to find a possible past. Takuta cowered, feeling a chill to her bones.

"You fell, but I didn't. What exactly killed my dearest people? She murmured, and the red in her eyes quietly disappeared. What reappeared was a silver pupil.

"It's the shrouded corpses...... You don't belong in this world, do you? Takutan suddenly felt something enter his soul, with an irresistible majesty. Silver bits of light appeared from Qin Ziyao's body, floating like a dandelion's soft flocculent, and the faint light illuminated the loneliest corner of the world.

Many images came to Takutaan's mind. Those are memories that don't belong to her.

She closed her eyes. The silver light enveloped her body, and tears trickled down from the corners of her eyes, each drop disappearing into the air, turning into hot vapor.

When she opened her eyes again, she noticed that the scene before her had changed.

The boy looked at his hands with some confusion, leaning against the water pipe with a slight dampness.

How did I fall asleep?

Wait, whose memory is this? The boy hugged his head and had a splitting headache. Who am I? Am I Takutaan, or am I this teenager?

For a moment, he let go of his hand, his eyes a little dazed.

Forget it, let's leave. He'd heard enough ghost stories about the abandoned pipes in the vault. As for the inexplicable box, don't think about it, if you get caught, what will your sister do?

So the boy scratched his head and turned away.

At this moment, Takutaan's soul was stripped from the boy's body. She remembered who she was, she was who she was, not the teenager in front of her.

Everything in front of me is like a dream.

She watched as the boy returned home, and a thin girl opened the door, a subtle look of surprise flashing across her face.

She watched as the boy walked into the humble room, took out the last two potatoes under the bed, and cooked a bowl of soup. The two of them smiled happily.

She watched a fat man and three soldiers come to the door, rudely smash the door open with the butt of a gun, and was stunned when she saw the boy.

She watched as the soldier dragged the little girl away, and the boy let out a hysterical roar and pulled out a crude pistol from a drawer, and the bullet hit the soldier's body armor. The fat man then drew the gun from his waist, and blood stained the room.

Her heart tightened, as if it was her who had died, not the boy in front of her.

The picture freezes, then shatters like a mirror, and finally returns to the pipe.

Same scene, same confusion.

The boy thought about it, and finally chose to continue to climb into the bottomless water pipe in front of him.

Takutaan's soul was stripped away again. She watched as the boy jumped from the ceiling of the warehouse and took the black box inside.

She watched as the boy opened the valve, and the torrent reflected his stunned eyes. The boy was slapped directly on the wall of the pipe by the huge water pressure and lost consciousness.

She watched as the boy was washed into a huge cistern, and the black box opened like Pandora's box.

The boy injected the potion into his body and lost consciousness.

The picture shattered violently. But this time instead of returning to the pipe, the boy appeared on a desolate land. This is the home of Calamity, the edge of the Land of Eternal Night.

I don't know how many days and months have passed, and the boy has grown a messy beard, and time and wind and sand have carved knife-like marks on his face.

He carried a shotgun with a dagger stuck in his waist and a large yellow dog beside him.

A man and a dog walked like this, silent. As the sky sank, the boy stopped and lit a bonfire against the heaving mound. He pulled the jerky from his backpack and looked up at the sky, where Takutaan was, and frowned.

The sun and moon shifted, and the picture shattered like a phantom again.

Reappeared, the big yellow dog was gone, and the boy stood on the city wall, and under the wall was an endless wave of distortions. The commander beside him was slumped on the ground, his chest shattered, and his gun was still clutched tightly in his hand before he died.

The boy stumbled over to the heavy machine gun, pulled the trigger, and rained bullets down the walls like crazy.

The barrel gradually turned red, and finally turned into a pile of fragments in the explosion.

"Captain, let's go! Can't hold it! Let's go to South China!" His comrades grabbed his arm, and not far away were the distortions that began to climb the city walls.

"Why! Why!" The boy pulled out his pistol, and his teammates snatched it away, pushing him to his shoulder without saying a word.

Countless human soldiers were crushed to death on the walls by the deviants, blood staining the ancient concrete ramparts red. The Godslayers dropped their hot weapons and raised their blades.

"What a few of them!" One of the Godslayer Lieutenants let out an earth-shattering roar, "What is the Blade of the Night?"

"Die for the dawn!" Countless godkillers raised their long knives and charged at the tide-like aberrations.

The Godslayer troops gathered in a corner like a reef in a monstrous wave, and the aberrations frantically slammed into the Godslayer's knife formation, and the black uniforms gradually disappeared under the iron hooves of the deviants, becoming a dark touch on the list of the dead.

The last Godslayer was a general of the General Staff. He thrust the knife into the head of the human-faced tarantula in front of him, and laughed: "Long live East China!" When it was dawnbreaking..... Before he finished speaking, he was torn in half by the ghost man behind him.

At this point, the barrier fell.

The residents who didn't have time to evacuate were crying, scraps of flesh were splashing, and the streets and houses were littered with dead bodies.

A little girl was crying as the winged lizard flew by and grabbed at her.

"Get out!" Her mother raised the kitchen knife in her hand and slashed at the pterodactyl's grasp, and the girl's brother was lying not far away, staring at the sky with his eyes lost.

With a slight pat on the lizard, the brave mother slammed into the wall and never got back up.

"Ma Xiaona!" A godkiller screamed hysterically from a nearby rooftop, his teammates covering his eyes and tugging at his hands in an attempt to pull him back.

The winged lizard's claws caught the mother and the little girl and soared into the air.

"No !!!!" The Godslayer roared madly, tears streaming down his face, "No !!!!!"

Takutaan watched in silence, and she finally knew whose memory it belonged to.

The boy on the city wall was Qin Ziyao.

She didn't know why she appeared in Qin Ziyao's memory, she just watched all this happen indifferently, as if she was flipping through the old thin, because Qin Ziyao was dead and fell in front of her.

So none of this matters in front of you.

The picture shattered, and in the blink of an eye, Qin Ziyao was already sitting in a hovering machine.

The hovering machine swayed in the air, and the people in the cabin were silent.

"Sir, when can we go back?" A soldier, who looked very young, said. Everyone looked up, and it was a question that everyone was curious about.

"Until the general gives the order." Qin Ziyao said in a low voice. His right hand gently stroked the hilt of the dagger on his leg, "A week, a month, ten years, until we complete our task." ”

The people in the cabin were silent.

"How old are you, private?" Qin Ziyao raised his head with an imperceptible tiredness in his eyes.

"17 years old, sir." The young private twisted his neck nervously. It is said that Major Qin, who does not look very old, is a serious person, does not smile, and always walks alone on weekdays and does not talk to anyone.

He is said to have been one of the survivors of the East China Fortress.

Qin Ziyao nodded and fiddled with the dagger again. 17。 This damn war.

Fast forward to the picture, she watched Qin Ziyao come to Camp No. 7, looking at the wasteland outside the wall in a daze every day. The girl named Mo Xiaojie seemed to have a crush on Qin Ziyao and kept trying to get close to him, but Qin Ziyao was as indifferent as a piece of wood.

Takutaan watched silently from the sky, the fragments of these memories slicing through her heart like a chainsaw, grief enveloping her soul.

Where is she? She couldn't find any trace of herself, could it be that she was actually just a passerby in Qin Ziyao's life?

She began to get confused.

She found that maybe she should insist on staying in the village at that time and spend the rest of her life with Qin Ziyao like this, or maybe they finally found out that they were not brothers and sisters, and then they would have children, start a family, and die in each other's arms.

But now, there is nothing.