The zombie's eyes are very evil, the whites of the eyes are black, and the pupils are cyan. Being stared at by him, Wang Xiaochuan could clearly feel his gaze, as if there was some kind of power in his gaze!

That kind of power oppression was extremely strong, Wang Xiaochuan couldn't help but have an extremely strong premonition, as long as he continued to walk, that zombie would definitely immediately pounce on him and tear him to pieces!

He couldn't help but stop and turn his head to look at the cyan zombie!

At this time, the cyan zombie also stood up.

Its body is unexpectedly very tall, close to its arms, and its muscles are extremely hard, and it looks like a tree stump!

I saw the zombie suddenly open its mouth and roar. Immediately, Wang Xiaochuan was shocked to find that several zombies that had protected it before, including the dead zombies, had a very thick blood mist spewing out at the same time, and then all of them were sucked into the mouth by the last zombie!

In his horrified gaze, the zombie began to swell wildly, and in just a few seconds, it had grown to more than two meters. The muscles of his body have turned a blue-gray color like a stone!

Wang Xiaochuan's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly pulled out his gun!

"Boom Boom Boom ......"

Seven bullets were sprayed out by him in one go, and the shelves and walls of the supermarket were scattered with broken debris, but the bullets didn't move on the body of the mutant zombie, and even the skin couldn't penetrate it!

"It's over!!"

As if it could feel pain, the zombie let out a scalp-tingling roar and rushed over directly into a cyan shadow.

Wang Xiaochuan couldn't see the zombie's movements clearly at all, he only felt that he appeared directly in front of him like a flash, and then grabbed him who didn't have time to escape, and bit off his head fiercely!

Severe pain, pitch black...... Death.

……

Wang Xiaochuan slowly opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a familiar ceiling. He has existed since he could remember more than twenty years ago. Although it has been redecorated several times, Wang Xiaochuan knows that there is a bulge at the junction of the ceiling and the wall that has never been smoothed out. Eyes move to the left, where there is a floor-to-ceiling side sliding door that opens onto the balcony.

"Am I not dead?"

He stood up on the bed, his mind blank. Looking at the familiar room, he couldn't help but wonder if he had been dreaming.

The room was no longer the dilapidated and bleak post-apocalyptic room, but warm and clean again. He couldn't help but walk to the window and look outside.

It was calm outside, the sky was blue, and the sound of bustling cars could be heard on the streets. Downstairs in the courtyard, several old men gathered in a circle and indulged in chess, a young man in a suit hurriedly ran out to the entrance of the community with a bag, and a car behind him suddenly started and quickly overtook him.

Everything was peaceful, as usual.

In the hours before, the last days he had experienced seemed to be just an illusion.

He found his mobile phone, opened the news client and flipped through it for a while, and then turned on the TV that he hadn't used for a long time, and the TV was also calm, and there was no news about the end times in the TV series and news programs. Not even a movie about the end times.

Finally, Wang Xiaochuan looked down at his clothes.

He was wearing a leather jacket that his mother had bought for him last winter. Shortly after I bought it, I was on the bus with a cigarette butt and burned a hole, and the hole is still there.

He hasn't worn it since, and has been kept in the cupboard. Then it wasn't until he woke up and found that the world had inexplicably become the end of the world, and he found it to put on in order to add a little defense to himself.

After hours of fighting with the zombies, it was covered in all sorts of filthy tissue, and his neckline was stained red with the last of his own blood!

The dirt on his leather coat proves that he has indeed experienced the battle, but now he has returned to his normal world......

Wang Xiaochuan was completely confused, he didn't know what was going on.

"Could it be that I traveled to a parallel world before, and then returned to the original world after death?"

Wang Xiaochuan couldn't help but touch his neck, his neck was very smooth, there was no wound, just a faint pain, and it seemed that the memory of being bitten off by a cyan zombie was still in his flesh.

Suddenly, his fingers were cold, and he felt touch something hard.

His face suddenly became extremely strange, and with a hook of his fingers, he took out something from his neckline......

A golden necklace is half a catty!

"This is what I found from the flower pot on the balcony of Uncle Yan's house...... Is everything I've been through true? I'm not dreaming! ”

Wang Xiaochuan rushed to the wardrobe in the room, and after some rummaging, he found a second leather coat, which was exactly the same as the leather coat on his body, and the size and position of the hole on it were exactly the same!

He touched his head, and the helmet on his head was missing, presumably flying out when he was dead, and did not cross back with him. He walked over to the place where he had found the helmet in the parallel world, and after some rummaging, he found the helmet that he didn't even know existed!

It's exactly the same as what he used before!

"That seems to be it......"

Wang Xiaochuan didn't know how to describe his mood for a while.

Ecstasy, horror?

Or can't stop being afraid and rejoicing?

His world is still there, and it has not become the end times. Parents, relatives, friends, classmates, familiar and unfamiliar, like and dislike everything is still there, and it is still running according to the daily routine!

The only difference is that he has experienced a nightmare journey.

Now he's back, with little loot.

Looking at the gold chain in his hand, Wang Xiaochuan suddenly regretted it deeply!

"I'm so stupid! Why didn't you keep that bag of gold on you? ”

The full kilogram of gold is still lying safely in the flower pot on the balcony of Uncle Yan's house at the opposite door, if he doesn't plan to be a big thief, it is estimated that it will have nothing to do with him in this life!

"Forget it...... As long as you live...... Money or something......"

Wang Xiaochuan grinned, how could he not care. He's lived so many years, and he hasn't touched so much gold! One kilogram, at least 200,000!

How many years does it take him to earn 200,000? Five years? Or longer? How many five years can a person have in his life? In five years, he still needs to eat, drink and consume, even if he can earn 200,000 yuan in five years, there is nothing left after these expenses.

Five years later, he's still poor, just like now!

"Gollum ......"

A strong feeling of hunger came, and Wang Xiaochuan remembered that he hadn't eaten anything for several hours. He opened the refrigerator and rummaged through it to eat, and while he ate, he recalled everything in the parallel world, and he couldn't stop regretting it in his heart.

After eating, he called his parents, and after confirming that they were still alive, he was completely relieved.