The low sky, covered with lead-gray clouds, was heavy and oppressive.

On the desolate wilderness, the mournful wind blew, rolled, rolled up the gray dust, and drifted into the distance.

The whining wind is like a horn blowing a mournful sound, and it is as poignant as a hundred ghosts walking at night, as if telling endless loneliness, like hell, dim, silent, secluded, and creepy.

The light is fading away, and the darkness is swallowing the earth little by little.

It seems to come from the end of the distant sky, step by step towards the darkness, carrying the rare shadow of light, carrying the persistence of life, carrying the heavy hope, staggering, staggering, lonely and persistent......

This is a face with a bit of vicissitudes, a scruffy beard, like a fallen leaf in late autumn, and deep eyes, containing loneliness and loneliness, as if in a sad song, mourning for this sinking world and mourning for this dark world.

There is no sunlight, but the cycle of day and night alternates.

I vaguely remember, maybe it's ten days, maybe it's twenty days.

Tang Fan didn't know how much time had passed, he was just walking, constantly moving forward, aimlessly, with a little confusion, the road was under his feet, but what was ahead?

Are there still living people?

Tang Fan didn't know how many times, he asked himself like this, facing the world without words, and he was lonely.

Along the way, there were white bones that had been gnawed away, some big and some small, some thick and some slender, they were either densely stacked together, or scattered and distributed, like a cold hell full of white bones.

Tang Fan couldn't avoid all these white bones, so he could only step on them and move forward.

The heart is sad, and the bones under his feet make a crisp creaking sound, echoing in the desolate wilderness, as if someone is telling something, like far, like the whisper of the distant sky, as near, as if the lingering murmur in the ear.

Where will this sunken world, the lives of the people be ruined, and the hope of mankind will be!

……

I vaguely remember, maybe it was ten days ago, maybe it was twenty days ago.

Tang Fan, Xuejiu and 08, in the face of the pursuit of the Sinking Demon Army, ran for their lives, and finally sat on the Humvee in time, shook off the pursuit of the Sinking Demon, and rushed out of Linjiang City at high speed, away from the sweep of the Demon Army.

After that, they parted ways.

08 has to return to the military headquarters, and Blood Nine has to return to the organization base, because they both have a mission and must rush back immediately.

As for Tang Fan, originally Xue Jiu planned to ask Tang Fan to go back with her, but he hesitated but didn't speak, because the internal discipline of the organization was strict, and she was only one of the many fighters within the organization, and she had no power.

At that time, if Tang Fan returned to the organization base with her, she didn't know what kind of treatment he would receive.

Maybe it's as a guest, but maybe it's being imprisoned, anything is possible.

It's 08, very sincerely invited Tang Fan to go to the military headquarters together, and also said that with Tang Fan's ability, he will definitely be reused.

However, Tang Fan thought about it and still refused.

He is a casual person, and it is quite difficult for him to join any organization, be constrained, obey orders, etc.

For example, the bearded them, Tang Fan had clearly told them how dangerous the task they were about to carry out was, but they still had to complete the task.

This made Tang Fan feel admired and incredible.

Before the end of the world, he was just a small citizen with good skills, and every day he lived the same life of going to and from work, and the world of war was far away from him.

After the end of the world, he only lived for himself.

Blood Nine and 08 eventually left.

Although he was a little obsessed with Xuejiu's body, Tang Fan didn't keep it, but in the end, Tang Fan gave Xuejiu a cold skull and 08.

Threesome, in the end, only Tang Fan was left.

There is no car, and even if there is one, he will not drive, walking, and going all the way.

Passing through the village, there was a dead silence, and there was no trace of people, only messy and coagulated blood, piece by piece, shocking.

Tang Fan was confused.

He didn't know where he was going. The road is under your feet, but what lies ahead, nothing is known.

This land was unprecedentedly empty, as if it was endless, and Tang Fan didn't know how long he had been walking.

He only knew that when he was tired of walking, he stopped to rest, ate something, rested, and continued to move forward, without purpose, with a kind of confusion about the future and the future.

Every second passes, day by day, every second, like a day, every day, like a year.

The color of the sky is still the same, the earth is still silent, except for the alternating cycle of the gray of the day and the depth of the night, Tang Fan can't feel anything else.

There was no second living person in sight, only white bones.

Could it be that in this world, human beings have died?

No, absolutely not, at least, there are still people like Blood Nine 08 alive.

However, along the way, I don't know how long it has been, as if the vicissitudes of life are incredible, except for myself, I have not seen a second living human, not even a human corpse.

What does it feel like?

Fear, fear, panic, despair, and then praying and pleading, all of which came to nothing.

Tang Fan cried, tears hazy eyes, not sad, not happy, but confused, confused about himself, confused about the future.

He thought that after killing so many demons, his heart was already like steel, but he could talk and laugh and look down on life and death, but the facts proved that he was still fragile, and he was still a human being.

Perhaps, when I arrive, I will be able to adapt to this lonely journey.

Walk alone, live alone, laugh alone, cry alone, sing alone......

But now, Tang Fan needed a little warmth, the warmth of people, not the low dark clouds, desolate wilderness and cold skeletons.

At this time, even a faint call is heard, which is tantamount to a small oasis in the desert.

Looking up, I looked at the sky, as if since ancient times, this lead-gray cloud has never moved, as if it has been frozen, and it has not changed in the slightest.

If it weren't for the alternation of day and night, Tang Fan would have thought that this world would have stood still.

The air seemed dreary and darker.

looked around and sighed softly, this sound only brought loneliness and sadness.

Tang Fan knew that another dark night was coming, and he should stop advancing, and he needed to find a place to settle down, survive such a dark night full of crises, live until tomorrow, and continue to move forward alive......

(At the beginning of the second volume, it was strongly pushed, and I urgently needed a recommendation ticket, and if I like this book, please collect it)