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It was as if the second hand of the clock had stopped oscillating.

Wang Ye's world suddenly fell silent.

The darkness obliterated everything around it, leaving only an illegible path that stretched into the distance, and countless blurred oil paintings hung on both sides of the path, like a silent gallery after closing in the middle of the night.

"It's not too bad. ”

Wang Ye smiled, since he learned about his terminal illness half a year ago, he has had countless imaginations about the world after death. One of the worst is the complete elimination of ashes, that is, the complete elimination without a trace of survival. Now, it seems, at least not the case. For Wang Ye, this is enough.

He stepped forward and walked into the gallery in the darkness.

Along the way, he found that the oil paintings on both sides were so familiar, and the content of the oil paintings was not a masterpiece, but a microcosm of his short life. Picture by piece, scene by scene, is the most profound link in his memory, is the marquee of life.

Unfortunately, this gallery is short. So much so that when he saw the last painting, even he was a little unsatisfied.

Dying young, a common idiom in history books, is now appropriate for himself. Fortunately, at least it sounds better than dying young.

"Boom. ”

At the end of the gallery, Wang Ye's feet suddenly cooled, but he stepped into a river.

It was the River Styx, the river of the realm of life and death. Interestingly, Wang Ye actually knew the name of the river, as if he had known it a long time ago.

The cold water overflowed his calves, and the canopy was a dark gray without the slightest warmth, spreading out to meet the unchanging horizon. A huge vermilion gate stood on the other side of the distant Styx, majestic, solemn, and exuding a gloomy aura. Above the Zhu Gate, he could faintly see a plaque hanging in the air, with four big characters written on the plaque, but unfortunately he couldn't read the content of the words.

Wang Ye didn't know what that door was, but he wanted to know.

A strong desire drove him on, but it wasn't easy. As he waded deeper, the icy currents began to envelop him frantically, and the Stygian Waters wrangled at his legs and body, and the cold tore at him, trying to engulf him, to wash him away, like most helpless souls.

For a moment, Wang Ye wanted to fall down and pour into the dark water that contained everything. Let it contain itself and flow to an incomparably distant place.

But at this time, a woman's face suddenly appeared in his mind, making him completely sober.

It was Yuzi's face, and she stared nervously at herself, as if she didn't want to fall asleep.

actually made her worried, Wang Ye smiled reproachfully, only left her tears when she was alive, but she was still worried after death, this is really not Wang Ye's style. He gritted his teeth fiercely, firmly held his will, and continued to walk forward step by step firmly.

Finally, as he crossed the deepest point of the river, the malice of the Stygian began to recede, the chill gradually dissipated into a harmless sensory experience, and the raging water slowly subsided into waves of trembling. A few big strides along, and the slippery touch of mud suddenly stuck to his feet.

He landed,

Standing in front of the huge Zhu Gate, he finally saw the plaque above the door, but the four big characters on the plaque greatly surprised Wang Ye:

The Survivor's Gate.

"Isn't it supposed to be the Gate of the Dead?"

Wang Ye was secretly curious, thinking that this was the gate to the world of the dead, but he didn't want to have such a name.

Whatever.

Wang Ye shrugged his shoulders, he is not afraid of becoming a dead, but is he afraid of becoming a survivor?

He smiled and pushed hard with both hands, and the door opened......

Darkness, once again, engulfed the world.

......

I don't know how long it took, a strong feeling of nausea flooded, and warmth poured into his frozen body.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw a few willow icicles on his eyelashes, and a hazy frost covered his body. As his body moved, some of the thin ice chips shattered and made a "click" cracking sound.

"Damn, did I get thrown in the freezer?"

Wang Ye shook violently, shaking off all the ice chips on his body. The joints of the body seemed to have stiffened for a long time, and they rattled under the activity, and the skin and muscles were numb, as if they had just slept through a long hibernation.

Despite this, the surprise in Wang Ye's heart at this time overshadowed everything, because he found that his body was so real, the senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, all the senses were restored, and the pain before death was swept away, as if he was a healthy person.

The door of the survivors, he suddenly remembered the big words on the plaque, and there was a trance in his mind.

Looking around, Wang Ye found himself in a huge room, which was like a high-rise warehouse in the sky, and on the left was a large floor-to-ceiling window, through which he could see the night view of a city. Not far to the right is a door, standing quietly in the shadows. Other than that, there was no furniture in the room, only the hard concrete floor glowing pale gray.

The four walls of the room were clean and tidy, and it was not as dirty and cold as the hell that Wang Ye imagined. On the contrary, the temperature of the room is mild, as comfortable as a normal human being, and cold ...... It's the people in the room.

As far as the eye could see, hundreds of people were sitting in the huge room, all wrapped in ice, their bodies cold and stiff. Every once in a while, an iceman would suddenly turn into ice and dissipate, or struggle to wake up from the ice, just like Wang Ye.

"Look, who's woken up this time. ”

Suddenly, a sleek voice rang out.

Wang Ye immediately looked at the source of the sound.

Not far in front of him, a bald man looked at him with a smile and a surprised expression. The bald man was fierce and fierce. He was dark-skinned, shirtless, and had explosive muscles with well-defined shapes. A long scar that ran from his left shoulder to his right waist, more than two fingers wide, made people shudder. Interestingly, he looks funny, like a comedian.

"Tsk, a sunny boy. The bald man said.

With that, he looked away and began to count the number of people who woke up in the room:

"Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-...... Oh, it's a pity, it's still thirty-five......," he muttered to himself.

Following his fingers, Wang Ye saw a trembling iceman suddenly give up struggling, and then dissipate into ice water. A hollow feeling of the fall of life suddenly hit Wang Ye's heart, as if some invisible force had taken him away, but Wang Ye couldn't see it.

"It's a bit of a sneak, isn't it?"

The bald man suddenly spoke to Wang Ye.

Wang Ye didn't answer, just looked at the ice water with a solemn expression.

"If you had just fallen in the River Styx, you would have been like him. The bald man curled the corners of his mouth and glanced at Wang Ye meaningfully: "The door of the survivors will not accept the weak." ”

The door of the survivors, these four words again.

Wang Ye faintly realized that his current existence seemed to be different from the dead, but he was not the living either. Maybe that's what a survivor is called.

As time passed, more and more people woke up from the ice, and more people dissipated into ice water, with a ratio of about one to three, and only one in four icemen came to life. Finally, after a few minutes, there was no more Iceman in the room. In this short period of time, everyone has completed their choice of survival or death.