Many people saw the blue color on Wu Jin's face. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Everyone was shocked, and Fat Li jumped up from the ground at once.

But the fat man's feet were just about to land, and Wu Jin, whose complexion had returned to normal, had already opened his eyes.

"This, this!"

Li Yuangang raised his right hand and pointed at Wu Jin, who had a normal complexion.

"Old Wu!"

"Hmm."

Wu Jin looked at the fat man Li with an exaggerated expression, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He reacted slowly, and subconsciously replied.

"What for?"

As soon as Fat Li's feet landed, he quickly rushed in front of Wu Jin.

The tip of his nose almost touched the tip of Wu Jin's nose, and his eyes stared at Wu Jin's eyes without blinking.

"I said, how do you feel?"

Hearing this, Wu Jin's brows furrowed even tighter.

He quickly moved his body backwards and opened up the distance between him and Fat Li.

"I said, what do you want to do!?"

Wu Jin raised his hand and pointed at Li Yuangang's fat face, opened his mouth and shouted: "You did it on purpose, you suddenly leaned over, Ge Laozi, scared me a lot!" ”

Listening to the Sichuan words that suddenly came out of Wu Jin's mouth, Li Fatzi also realized that his behavior seemed to be a little rude, and his fat face was suddenly flushed.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled reluctantly, and retreated.

"Xiao Wu."

Zhang Chunjun coughed lightly twice, ignored Li Fatzi, who was embarrassed and returned to his original position, and said to Wu Jin: "Just now, there was something wrong with your face, did you feel something?" ”

Hearing this, Wu Jin's face changed slightly.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Chunjun with a puzzled expression.

"Just now, what happened to my face?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chunjun blinked.

"Your face looks very blue, as if it were ...... Well...... Stained with cyan paint. ”

"Huh!?"

Hearing this, Wu Jin's face was shocked.

"Really...... It's true? ”

Facing Wu Jin's inquiring gaze, Zhang Chunjun nodded affirmatively.

"It's true, we've all seen it."

"But."

Wu Jin lowered his head, looked at his hands, and touched his face again.

The suspicion on his face became even stronger, and he raised his head to look at Zhang Chunjun.

"Headmaster, I don't feel anything."

Hearing this, Zhang Chunjun frowned.

The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Luo Qi, who was not far from him and was frowning at this time.

"Xiao Luo."

"What do you think?"

Hearing this, Luo Qi pursed her lips and was silent for a long time.

Finally, he shook his head.

"I don't know."

Luo Qi looked at Wu Jin, who was suspicious on his face, and he didn't seem to be a hypocrisy, and he was also full of doubts in his heart.

"Really, I don't know."

Hearing this, Zhang Chunjun opened his mouth and sighed.

"Alright."

"It doesn't matter what changed the color of Xiao Wu's face, but it's not necessarily a bad thing to think about."

"It's late, let's go and rest first, the teachers are fortunate, take turns to keep watch for the night."

"I'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Hearing this, in addition to the teacher, Luo Qi, Li Yuangang and the three survivors who had been staying by the pot had already drunk the soup in the lunch box and secretly listened to everyone's speech, they all got up.

Five students, away from the iron pot.

There are now 92 survivors gathered here, including 12 teachers and 80 students.

In the middle of the night in the wilderness, the temperature in the air is low.

Many campfires were lit in the makeshift camp.

A small number of people gathered around the fire, whispering by the light of the fire.

Some have closed their eyes, curled up in the warmth of the firelight, and fallen asleep.

There are also people who can't sleep with their eyes closed, eavesdropping on what others are talking about.

Luo Qi couldn't sleep at first, so he listened intently to the conversation of others.

His sense of hearing became more and more sensitive, and as long as he wanted to, all the sounds within a radius of 100 meters could be heard clearly.

But after listening for a while, he found that most of the conversations were about family and close friends, mixed with a little sobbing and mourning.

He couldn't help but think of his parents' appearances, and felt a burst of grief welling up in his heart.

He didn't want to listen to it anymore, and the hot stream that lingered in his ears suddenly disappeared.

He was already tired himself, so he quickly fell asleep.

The light of the morning sun pierced into the darkness of the night, reflecting the outline of the infinite darkness of the night.

The sun had not yet risen in the distance, and the sky was dark.

Li Yuangang and Zhao Tianying, who were curled up beside him and squatting on the ground, had not yet woken up, and Luo Qi, who was the first to open his eyes, saw the scorched black and extinguished bonfire at first sight.

Luo Qi stood up, turned his head to look around, and found that most of the people were still asleep.

People who didn't sleep all had red eyes.

The shattered earth was full of bottomless cracks, and from the cracks there was a faint sound of rushing water.

Not far away, along the surface of the wall of the crater smashed by something falling from the sky, there was no trace of red and bright fire, but the remaining darkness was scattered with a smooth color like paint.

From the surface to the continental shelf, the original earth followed the trajectory of time, forming a close combination of different and orderly layers.

When the earth is smashed out of the pit, the surface of the pit wall should be layer after layer, with different colors but close to the soil.

However, when the disaster struck, the black poisonous smoke that filled the pit walls and the entire land was scorched black.

Can the earth shrouded in poisonous smoke still allow life to survive?

Can contaminated soil and groundwater still grow crops?

"This."

Luo Qi frowned slightly and opened her mouth.

He had a bitter face and whispered to himself.

"Is that the end times?"

Suddenly, in the distance where heaven and earth meet, a blazing white sky light lit up.

The boundless night quickly withdrew from the stage between heaven and earth.

The top edge of a round of red sun appeared at the place where heaven and earth meet.

Dawn?

Luo Qi looked at the red sun that showed a corner in the distance, raised his right hand slightly, and spread it towards the sky.

He lowered his head and looked at the palm of his right hand.

Red flames, burning in the palm of his hand.

"It's dawn."

Wu Jin, who was red-eyed, walked to Luo Qi's side.

He looked at the rising sun on the distant horizon and frowned.

"Bashu is low-lying and surrounded by mountains, how can you see such a rising sun."

"That's not right!"

Hearing this, Luo Qi's eyes turned sharp, and he suddenly clenched his outstretched right hand into a fist.

"Unless."

"Mountain, there is no more."

Luo Qi put his right hand back to his side and exhaled a long breath.

He turned his head and looked at Wu Jin beside him.

"There's one thing I've always been weird about."

"In what scale, in what magnitude of impact, in the face of powerful shock waves and distorted continental shelves."

"How can we still see the rising sun."

"The cascading natural disasters caused by this impact are enough to destroy us countless times."

Luo Qi turned his head and looked straight ahead with a puzzled face.

"The result?"

"It seems that there is a powerful force that has prevented the disaster that should have happened, and also stopped the death of our wait."

"Everything is so weird."

"Not at all, not at all."