The essence of the world, if it were a tree.

Then her bright face is like the beautiful and vivid leaves of this tree, and the ugly trunk is her true face, and it is its true part. They feed on the decaying of their shiny faces to cover up something that others can't see.

The rulers made clothes out of the leaves, the upper classes did the same, and the wise men saw the essence and accepted it.

In the library, Zhao Qian was holding a bright flashlight that had been prepared from the station in his left hand, and he was holding the oriental long sword in his right hand.

Standing in front of the collapsed bookshelf, I looked at the yellowed paper label pasted in front of the bookshelf, General History of the United States.

Skimming over the ground and the thick dust, the small English book "Washington Story" whose title can be understood at a glance, flipped through it casually on the ground with his feet, and lost interest.

This book area should be very close, but the place is a little too dark.

The crumbling bookshelves were littered with things that made people look a little bigger, and many of them had signs of being eaten by some large rodents.

It's weird.

Because most of the things here are still the same as they happened before the disaster, even the footprints on some of the rotten wooden floors were stepped on by Zhao Qian, as if this place had not been disturbed by the group of outsiders who gathered the grain at all.

"Unscientific."

Lighting a cigarette for himself, Zhao Qian held the sword in his hand again, this place was not completely dark, at least a few beams of sunlight through the broken glass that was not covered by the curtains showed the Tyndall effect that chemistry textbooks often say.

After taking a few steps forward, there were a few groans of wood gnawed by termites.

The carcasses of several large air-dried unknown animals blended into the dusty bookshelves. Looking at so many feet, it's more like some kind of mutated insect.

Radiation has irreversibly changed all species. Judging from the conversation with old Evan at the underground gathering place last night, there are even insect creatures larger than ordinary humans in the Gobi of Texas.

The spark of the cigarette butt is lit up and extinguished in the darkness.

In this kind of place, there was not even a single mosquito, and after a puff of smoke from his nose, he finally found what he was looking for in a small corner of the bookshelf.

On a bookshelf, at the bottom were dusty newspapers, then magazines, and documents. These are all things that sell well or are related to the city.

Flashlight, looking online, finally found what I was looking for in a few books related to the city.

"A Brief History of Camel City", a book that has been cobwebbed a lot.

Although some people wanted to complain about the city names of the Terminator world and the Resident Evil world, Zhao Qian didn't think about it that much.

Take the flashlight in your left hand and reach out your right hand to get it.

Warnings.

Not even the wind.

"Click!"

Something hit the back of his neck, the sound of the shield shattering.

"Protection: 0/150, Cooling."

This transparent shield has completely become a chicken rib as Zhao Qian's attributes become higher and higher, or more like an early warning mechanism.

The book fell to the ground.

The long sword backhanded, but there was only air.

Zhao Qian turned around and looked behind him, and swept around with the light that flashed in the darkness with a flashlight, but found nothing.

Ghosts?

Some uncertain thoughts came to my mind, but they quickly dissipated from my mind.

Rather than believing that there are ghosts in this kind of world, he would rather trust the other party's attack method or attack angle. Moreover, this environment. Anything can be hidden silently.

The long sword lit up with the glow of a strong flashlight, and through the loose gaps in the library, it could be seen that the sun outside was poisonous.

"Poof."

The sword sank into the thick dusty curtain for three minutes, and the curtain was torn off, shaking off the dust that filled the room, mixed with the harsh sunlight.

The window pane in the corner was much better than its purchasers had imagined, and after all these years, it was still only dusty.

But that's not all he intended.

The beastly instinct also discovered what was behind itself at this moment.

Silently

Totally a perfect killer.

Get lost.

Zhao Qian didn't pity the old clothes unique to the last days on his body, and mixed it with the dirt on the ground. Dodging the fatal blow, the sword he was holding on the side fell.

The crossbow, the bright silver crossbow appeared in his hand half-crouching.

The thing was clearly trying to hide on the ceiling like it was doing the same trick.

"Peng! While! ”

The sound of swords falling to the ground mingles with the sound of arrows shooting into the plastic ceiling. Didn't shoot.

Zhao Qian pulled it with his hand and tore off the old piece of fabric that had been cut neatly.

The midday sun from the town shone on his side face.

Looking up, looking at the top of his head through a somewhat harsh light.

The ceiling is full of old and new cobwebs.

"Shhh

A humanoid creature with an all-black body apparently unaccustomed to the sudden change in light and temperature, screamed.

Zhao Qian's eyes narrowed, and he could see clearly that the mouth of this thing was like an insect's mouthpiece. That's not the point, it's that the creature crawls like a gecko and a spider on the white-yellowed ceiling.

Behind the thin figure is a tail that does not look like an ornament at all.

I already have some answers in my heart, and a recognition is thrown out.

Maybe all the humanoid creatures in old Evan's heart that can surpass ordinary people are such guys.

Looking at the dry bones of animals or humans on the ceiling that should have been spit out by this guy, there was more murderous intent in his eyes.

It's just a beast.

He picked up the sword as the creature lunged at him.