He's dead.

He raised his hands high, like Jesus, crucified on a high cross, on the marble, his blood droplets fell to the ground, and large blood flowers gradually bloomed. Dozens of members of the organization surrounded him, and he ran out of ammunition and food.

"I'm for the world!"

His gaze was on everything, from bottom to top, looking around, and finally to the sky. He shouted.

Countless bullets pierced him at the same time, guns and daggers fell to the ground, smashing on the broken marble, smashing into the sea of blood gushing out. He slowly collapsed to the ground, dead and blinding, remorseful, sad, desolate, haunted by those eyes that had long been godless.

It's dead.

He melted into the void again, and under his robes, there was nothing, but it swelled up, as if it still wrapped around the body, and now, everything was gone.

The robe shattered, cracking countless marks, edges and corners, bursting open, shattered glass, slowly floating, blackened yellow glass, the color of the setting sun, twisted in the darkness of the void, gradually fading.

The sun shone almost overhead, the bright yellow wheels of fire, but could not provide any heat, the rising wreckage, all the light disappeared here, the sky, slightly purple, ethereal clouds, diffused their white bodies, the cold wrapped their bodies, comfortably caressing every inch of skin, the endless mountains, at a height of thousands of meters, just countless criss-crossing lines, deserted, as if it were a dead world.

OMG.

The singularity of memory exploded suddenly, Zhang Zhiyu instinctively covered his face, it, like a white cloud, slid his arm lightly, isn't everything like this?

OMG.

Everything is so.

Disembodied.

The truth has always been there.

The truth of everything.

It's right there, and all the wisdom can be found at any time.

I just never noticed.

Zhang Zhiyu laughed, pulled the corners of his mouth, his facial features trembled slightly, his expression was extremely desolate, he finally understood Wang Jianyu's demeanor before he died, it turned out that everything was so meaningless, everything was.

Large tears poured out of his eyes, and he didn't even notice it, tears flowed down his cheeks, rolling down his bleak smile.

The sun is still shining.

What do you know?

What else? Perhaps, when you wake up, everything will be gone, and all things will disappear in an instant.

You know everything.

Inevitably, in vain, all things, will eventually face this reality.

What else can I do?

Only woke up.

The world twisted and fell apart, the cracks suddenly cracked open, surrounded by layers like spider webs, gradually shattered, trembling slightly, colors, falling into chaos, sound, after all, dead silence, Zhang Zhiyu gently raised his trembling left arm, his five fingers opened suddenly, in front of him, countless fragments gradually piled up, patchwork, overlapped, rectangular, highlighted, inside, the colors that never existed churned, and the voices that never existed agitated.

Zhang Zhiyu opened his eyes, his gaze slowly drooped, his eyes were cold to the bone, and his expression disappeared.

Behind the layers of fragments of the world is an infinite number of it, waiting for itself.

Zhang Zhiyu shook his head slightly.

The rectangular passage disappeared for a moment.