In the firelight-lit house, Luo Qi sat on a smooth cement slab, her reddened eyes open, looking at the blazing fire. [Ran^Text^Library] []

The brown eyes reflected the flickering fire.

Under the silent expression, Luo Qi used her firm will to fight against the sleepiness and exhaustion that lingered around her in silence.

The night is already very deep.

Except for Zhang Qi, who was in charge of keeping vigil outside the house at this time, almost everyone was already sleeping on the ground around the fire.

There was a burst of snoring in his ears, and Luo Qi, who was watching the fire alone in the house, didn't want to sleep.

In just a few days after the end of the world, a lot has already been experienced.

Luo Qi has also continued to grow and mature rapidly in these experiences.

Loved ones died, and several near-deaths were near-dead.

There is almost no way out, and he suddenly gains strong strength.

Soul-sucking humanoid monsters, corpse-devouring cricket trolls, brutal bloodthirsty "zombies", and powerful human-headed flying monsters.

The strange giant mushroom forest, the flying dragon.

There are also the mutilated memories that are almost physical but just like dreams, and the mysterious but terrifying red flames of last night's dream.

All of this made Luo Qi feel a little absurd.

But all this absurdity happened really.

"This world."

Luo Qi raised his head slightly, looked at the bright yellow reflected in the firelight on the curved round top cover, squirmed his lips slightly, and asked softly.

"What the hell is going on?"

What's wrong with me?

The wind outside the house, which was raging among the ruins, blew and howled continuously, just like the ghostly roar that resounded through the depths of the underworld, echoing on the ruined earth.

Listening to the wind outside the house, looking at Luo Qi with a curved dome, he was silent for a long time before he lowered his head.

He looked at a place in front of him, pursed his lips slightly, and laughed silently.

He smiled, hung his head, and looked at the fire again.

"To live, where do you need any reason."

"As long as you live, what is there to investigate?"

Luo Qi bent down, picked up a dead branch on the ground, broke it, and then threw the broken branches into the fire on top of each other.

He watched the withered branch curl up and dry under the blazing fire, and shook his head with self-deprecation.

He spread out his arms, lay on his back on the cement slab, and took one last look at the bright yellow fire reflected on the roof before closing his eyes.

It didn't take long for him to lose consciousness and fall into a deep sleep.

When the morning sun was slightly dewed, and when the sky was about to dawn, Luo Qi was woken up by Wu Jin, who was in charge of the vigil at the end, and saw that Liu Yuan had already cooked a large pot of gruel.

After drinking the gruel, and after a few moments of tidying up, they took the cloth bag full of supplies, and carried the cart out of the house.

Everyone followed behind Yu Tong and Liu Yuan and came to the ruins they arrived at yesterday.

Everyone paused for a moment, and after repeatedly determining the direction with the help of the rising sun, they resolutely walked out of this ruin.

This time, Yu Tong and Liu Yuan were arranged in the center of the team with two girls because they had to carry baggage.

And Luo Qi, as a gold medal fighter, was arranged to the end of the team.

At the forefront, it is still Wu Jin.

Zhang Chunjun was already able to get off the ground, so he stayed at the back of the team with Kui Yuan, the two wounded people who had injured their legs and had difficulty moving.

Zhang Qi, Li Yuangang, and Wu Hao were arranged in front of each other, that is, behind Wu Jin.

Twelve men, each with the same thick rope tied around their waists, staggered and cautiously crawled across the cracked dark ground.

In order to take care of the wounded and the old and weak, Wu Jin, who took the lead, deliberately slowed down his pace and stopped along the way.

The marching team also seemed to be very sluggish.

When the scorching sun hung in the sky, the twelve people found a relatively intact lawn among the ruins, happily put down their things, set up an iron pot and began to look for firewood and other combustibles to prepare for cooking.

That lawn used to be a circular green belt on the side of the road.

In the aftermath of the disaster, several bottomless cracks pierced through the green belt, and countless cracks were like terrible scars, destroying the once green grass and slender apricot trees.

Only one was left with a narrow lawn less than two meters long and wide, covered with pitch-black ash.

But life often shows its strongest side in its most difficult times.

Before the disaster, the weak blades of grass that could be trampled by everyone at will survived, even though they were covered with black ash, and even though the soil that nurtured them had long been polluted by toxic substances.

Luo Qi stood on the lawn and bent down, reached out and touched a thin stem covered with black ash, and gently pinched it with his index finger and thumb, and immediately felt a slightly slippery and wet touch from the tips of his thumb and index finger.

He frowned slightly, then his face was solemn, and he quickly let go of his fingers.

He dragged his legs, trying not to squeeze the soles of his feet against the lawn, the tender stalks of grass.

He stood up, and saw the crowd running back and forth on the lawn with a bonfire.

He watched everyone casually trample on the grass covered with black ash and tenacious vitality, and walked through the grass at will, his mood suddenly became a little depressed, but he didn't open his mouth to stop it, but took a few steps forward and helped Liu Yuan chop up the bacon.

A small amount of water is mixed between the minced bacon and rice, and after a short period of boiling, some potatoes and fine salt are added, and when they are cooked, it is time for lunch.

Holding the lunch box and taking a bowl of cooked food, Luo Qi held a stainless steel soup scoop soaked in hot water, and was about to start eating, when he heard a chaotic sound of footsteps from far and near before all his companions.

Luo Qi raised his head violently and looked in the direction where the footsteps came from.

The original green belt on this site was built on the side of the road, and although it was destroyed in the disaster, the surrounding terrain is still very empty, and there is no cover to hide it.

Therefore, Luo Qi, who raised his head, easily saw the crowd running from afar.

There were not many people who came, about 20 people, although some were old and young, but most of them were not very old.

The eldest man's face was wrinkled, but his hair was still jet black, without a trace of paleness.

The leader was two men, one of whom wore a wide-brimmed hat decorated with the emblem of the Republic, and the other with a thin red ribbon tied to his forehead.

The clothes of the two were full of pitch-black ashes, and they couldn't see their original style clearly, but from their outlines, Luo Qi could still roughly estimate that the man with the red ribbon on the spot should be wearing a military uniform.

And the man with the wide-brimmed hat should be wearing a police uniform.