Winters in the north are cold, with short days and long nights, with nighttime temperatures often below -10 degrees Celsius.

Fortunately, the moon was full last night and there was no wind.

On the rooftop of the clothing hypermarket, a total of nine people leaned against each other and huddled together under the eaves of the corridor, spending the most unforgettable night of their lives.

No one knows what their future holds, but a night like this will be a new beginning in their lives.

As the sun gradually rises, the temperature on the rooftops of the clothing hypermarket gradually rises by a few points.

The first to wake up was Zhang Lin, a communications soldier, whose eyes were slightly painful from the bright sunlight.

He got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, took out two sips of mineral water from his backpack, took out a bag of compressed biscuits, swallowed the mineral water, and hurried to the edge of the fence south of the rooftop.

There, the high-frequency radio equipment he didn't assemble yesterday, is his only hope for the world today.

Although he, like Xu Qingyang, has already felt that this world may no longer be the world it once was.

But he thought, I'd have to try again.

……

After Zhang Lin got up, Wei Guoqiang woke up, and he slept a little dazed this night.

The dream was full of the faces of his loved ones, calling out to him and telling him to come home quickly.

His ten-year-old son was running towards him with a red scarf, and he was standing on the side of the street, but his feet could not move, and there were countless pairs of rotten hands, pulling his feet tightly.

He watched his son run step by step, five meters, three meters, one meter......

Suddenly, a zombie stands between him and his son.

The zombie took his place, picked up his son, and kissed his son on the cheek with his foul mouth.

The son was very happy and smiled and kissed the zombie's rotten face.

He yelled no, but no one paid attention to him, and everyone looked at him with a smile as if they were looking at a funny clown.

He woke up from his dream, his heart beating violently as if it were about to burst.

He looked at Li Shunhe, who was also sleeping in a daze, a young man in his twenties who had his hand brutally cut off by the woman last night.

He felt that it was hard enough to live now, and that one less hand would only make it harder.

Last night he witnessed the whole process, and also saw Wang Xiang's body, the bullet was shot through the back of the head and then through the door of the brain.

Strictly speaking, it was the young man who shot the woman first, and it was he who misunderstood her.

In that case, it's often either you who dies or I die.

The woman's sword, which only cut off the young man's hand, seemed to be the lightest, and he could see it very clearly, and with the sharpness of the sword, there was no problem even if it was inserted into the young man's heart.

But why bother?

Li Shunhe's wound was bandaged by him, and the fracture was very smooth, and he had never seen such a smooth fracture after being a medical soldier for several years.

Fortunately, he took a set of medical first-aid kits in the armored car with him at that time, and with his first-aid skills, he should be able to save the young man's life, but he couldn't help the trauma in his heart.

He looked at the sweat on the young man's forehead, which had frozen into a thin layer of ice, there was no anesthetic, it should have hurt all night, and he didn't say a word, he was a man.

He stood up and glanced at the woman.

The woman's eyes were closed very calmly, and it didn't seem like she was sleeping, but more like a Buddhist meditation state.

He was curious about how the sword came out of its sheath last night, and then cut off the young man's hand.

For he could clearly see that in that moment of lightning, her hand had not touched the sword at all.

……

Dusty Creek sat against the wall, with only Qiao Xin'er and Xiao Hei beside her, leaning against her tightly.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Dusty Creek opened his eyes weakly.

The scene of last night flashed through her mind at a rapid pace.

Wang Xiang didn't finish speaking, Li Shunhe's severed hand, and the back on the opposite rooftop......

She moved her numb hands, sat up straight, and put the sleeping Qiao Xin'er on top of her legs.

Then he closed his eyes again, feeling the aura of heaven and earth around him.

Since yesterday evening, she has felt that the aura between heaven and earth is slowly beginning to fill, although it is still very thin, it is enough for her to absorb a certain amount.

Last night, she used all her spiritual power to dispatch from her body, so that she used the sword technique that she couldn't use yesterday morning at a critical moment, and then she was able to fire three shots in a row, which is proof of this.

Although in the end, she collapsed due to spiritual power and passed out, at this time, she already clearly felt that the spiritual power around her was a little stronger than last night.

She adjusted her breathing, greedily absorbing the meager aura between heaven and earth, she knew that everything had just begun, and she had to become stronger as soon as possible.

Then, find Cloud Book.

Although Wang Xiang is dead, the only clue is broken.

But she firmly believes that Yunshu must still be in this world, just like last time, in a corner, strong and alive, like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

If he couldn't find him in the route he had planned, he would have waited for her return at the end.

"Yunshu, this time, I will definitely not leave you again!" Dusty Creek silently read this sentence in her heart, which she had repeated many times.

Long......

When Dusty Creek opened her eyes again, a little boy's face appeared in front of her.

"Are you a god?" The little boy's face was a little red, and his expression was a little timid, it seemed that he had obviously struggled for a long time before he had the courage to ask Chenxi.

Chenxi looked at this face, she was very impressed by this face, not only because of his mother Li Aijia, but also because last time, the water pipe in the handle of the iron door in the corridor was taken by him, he ignored the indifference of those soldiers, and took it upon himself to open the door for her, Leng Yunshu and Qiao Xin'er.

Chenxi looked at Zheng Ke's face, and couldn't help but recall the past, and when he came back to his senses, he said to Zheng Ke with a smile: "I'm not a fairy, nor a monster, you can call me sister." ”

Zheng Ke hadn't watched the big talk Journey to the West, and he couldn't understand the fun in Chenxi's words, he only felt that this sister was so beautiful when she smiled, just like a big star on TV, no matter how she looked at it, she didn't look like the person who cut off the soldier's brother's hand last night.

But he was as curious as Wei Guoqiang, and he also wanted to know, why could that sword fly on its own?

So, he turned his head, pointed to the sword in the distance that was still stuck in the dirt, and asked, "If it's not a god, then why can your sword fly?" ”

Chenxi followed his fingers, only to find that his sword was still there, and he couldn't help but subconsciously lower his head and glance at Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei seemed to be very sleepy, feeling Dusty Creek's gaze, but he couldn't understand the meaning of that gaze, he just glanced at Dusty Creek, yawned, and fell asleep.

Looking at Xiao Hei's demeanor, Chenxi suddenly remembered that it seemed that it would be a while before Xiao Hei learned to help him pick up the sword.

However, she knew that after fainting last night, Qiao Xin'er, who had no heart and lungs, must still be sleeping heavier than a pig like before, and only Xiao Hei would guard herself sleeplessly at such a moment, just like Yunshu.

She didn't answer Zheng Ke's question immediately, but made a casual move.

The hilt of the sword, which had been plunged deep into the concrete, began to tremble, and then flew up again, like a streamer, back into Dustbrook's hand.

Qiang!!

Dusty Creek didn't look much at it, and directly put the sword into the sheath.

Zheng Ke's eyes widened, and his face was incredible.

After a while, he sighed leisurely: "Wow, it's amazing!" ”

Dusty Xi smiled, touched his head, and said, "Do you want to learn?" I'll teach you. ”

Zheng Ke, who is still a child's heart, naturally clapped his hands and shouted happily: "Okay, good, I want to learn, I want to learn." ”

This exhalation, coupled with the sound of Chenxi's sword collection before, almost woke up everyone around him, including Qiao Xin'er.

Qiao Xin'er opened her hazy eyes and asked, "What to learn?" ”

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