Yan Fan is a senior at Runnong University in Sihai City.

A moment ago, he was thinking about an internship thesis or something, but within a few days, the whole world changed.

Luckily, when the chaos began, he and his girlfriend were studying together in the study hall.

After that, it was infinitely terrifying, in the chaos, he saw too many deaths, and his outlook on life and values were also rapidly collapsed.

Then, he vaguely knew that there was such an extraordinary existence as this red warlock and ghost warrior in this world.

If this world-wide cataclysm is the Great Flood described in ancient mythology, then the area where the Red Warlock is located is one island after another.

Oni warriors can't shelter anyone, they can only shelter themselves.

In the chaos, Yan Fan was also lucky, stumbled with his girlfriend and fled in the direction of the powerful villa area of Sihai City.

He saw the twisted white body emerge from the hole in the sewer cover, and the bloodied hands creeping slowly on the ground, as if enjoying the prey, and the fear of the prey grew before enjoying it

Yan Fan struggled desperately.

But both he and his girlfriend beside him were completely unable to move as if they had been immobilized.

It was a horror of facing the higher levels of the food chain.

"Ahhh

He couldn't do anything but scream.

Yan Fan usually reads a lot, and even reads the end-of-life survival guide, but all the operation methods on the guide are completely invalid here.

The twisted, bloodstained white touched his fingers.

His body was like a lightning strike, as if his fingers were being bitten by countless fine teeth, the pain tore through his soul, and fear overflowed his heart.

Yan Fan had a feeling that he had become food, and there was no other way but to cry.

Looking at the girlfriend beside her, it is already a miracle that she did not faint in fright.

No one can come to their rescue.

Yan Fan's heart was full of despair.

Empty alleyways, broken street lights, flesh paths.

Not far away, there was a sudden sound of tapping.

Knock knock.

The white, biting at his arm, seemed to be afraid, and suddenly retracted his body, falling backwards into the manhole cover.

Yan Fan subconsciously turned his head and looked at the end of the alleyway.

In the cold wind of early spring, which was still cold, stood a teenager in pajamas.

"Help, help!!"

In a trance, he heard his girlfriend wailing.

Thoughts turn back.

Yan Fan looked at the young man standing on the second floor of the villa, and his eyes showed gratitude.

He knew he had survived because of him.

And this boy is the powerful Red Warlock.

The Red Warlock who saved his life lived in seclusion and mysteriousness.

The courtyard of the villa is very large, and now many simple huts have been built, and Yan Fan lives in one of them.

The open space on the south side is where they grow vegetables, and the north side is where they practice.

A stunningly beautiful woman with the smell of the wild will teach them martial arts, which were previously only seen in movies.

Internal force, true qi

Yan Fan simply suspected that he was dreaming.

Because his right hand had been devoured by evil spirits, he was already a cripple and could not practice martial arts at all, and he was also very conscious that he did not want to be embarrassed.

I could only watch my girlfriend and others practice martial arts with the woman surnamed Nalong from afar.

Xia Guang looked at the people in the courtyard.

War and disaster are indeed imminent.

Hundreds of years of peace, in the hundreds of thousands of years of human history, are just normal peace intervals.

Now, his family is also displaced, and if it weren't for Wen Li's pregnancy and can't go out, he would have left this place a long time ago.

He became more and more aware of the value of power.

On weekdays, in addition to standing on the balcony on the second floor to look at the vitality in the courtyard and the chaos in the distance, I return to the house to meditate.

strength

He would only be able to do something if he became a truly powerful third warlock.

Spring turns to summer.

Summer turns to autumn.

The whole world is becoming desolate.

The war was clearly raging, and sometimes even from the balcony, you could see a powerful blast of energy in the distance, and sometimes you could even see mushroom clouds rising in the distance.

Electricity has long since disappeared completely.

Luckily, there are a lot of batteries stored in the villa, and there is even a generator, so you can still use some lighting items.

Xia Guang felt as if he was on the brink of war.

Whether it is the Red Warlock camp or the Ghost Warrior camp, they have obviously forgotten themselves.

The Fifth Life Warlock may be lacking in skills, and he has never appeared in the past six months.

From time to time, some refugees flee here.

But with Long Xue's presence, these rioting refugees who want to break through are often expelled.

The compound was already saturated and could no longer accommodate more people.

Both the space and the supplies are already full.

The kindness of a good person will only drag everyone into hell together.

But there are also smart people among the refugees.

Outside the villa, they set up a lot of tents.

However, Xia Guang's patrol range could not reach that far, and his reaction could not be so timely, whenever the Red Plague Demon appeared, if he had time to arrive, then he would be able to save people, if it was too late, then he could only see the body that had been gnawed into flesh and blood.

It's been so long, and the refugees outside the villa have also understood.

They all dispersed, looking for other ways to survive farther away, such as the unsaturated Rucer's Courtyard.

Of course, before leaving, many refugees will scold us viciously, such as "why don't you take us in?" "why are you so ruthless?" and "why can't you protect us if you have the ability?"

Xia Guang was not angry.

Everyone's abilities are limited, his courtyard is saturated, that's all.

However.

As an ordinary freshman student, Xia Guang still couldn't bear it.

So he specially formulated a rule for Long Xue to enforce.

Normally, refugees can leave their children in the courtyard if they wish.

There's no way around it, and that's what this near-apocalyptic scenario is.

In just half a year's work, Xia Guang's heart began to change rapidly from an ordinary freshman heart, he saw too many life and death, and he understood his meaning better.

The children were specially guided by Long Xue, with a total of two boys and two girls.

The four children quickly adapted to a stable, no-run environment.

Although there were also crying and asking, "Why don't you take in my parents more", Xia Guang would feel a little uncomfortable when he heard it, but he couldn't do anything.

Unbridled kindness can only destroy all.

Fortunately, the children are making a fuss, and they get used to it.

They have tasted the fear of fleeing and living in the shadow of death every day, and they know that peace and life are not easy to come by.

A child named Little Tomato was handed over to Yan Fan.

She formed a new home with the couple.

The world began to become unprecedented, and entered a new, perhaps excessive, perhaps stereotyped era.

So, is it regression? or progress?