Zheng Shenguo.

Mountains and rivers disintegrate into fine sand, the scorching sun casts a layer of black light, the ocean dries up, and the river flows backwards.

Many died, many wept, and many prayed to the gods.

But their god was nowhere to be found at the moment, and there was no response.

Hideous fissures could not heal in the colorful sky.

The aurora is frozen in the sky, and the sky is no longer day or night. Ironically, this is the last spectacle before it is on the verge of destruction.

The sky was completely darkened.

The world is like a house without electricity, the scorching sun is completely dark, there is no moon, the sky is dead and dark, and the world is plunged into endless darkness.

There is no light.

There was no sound.

It became empty.

Kiss!

A beam of light pierced through the shattered defensive canopy and fell like a meteor towards the earth.

In the light of a meteor, a cat girl with a poignant face cracked like broken glass clinged to Zheng Xiu's back and gently took Zheng Xiu into her arms.

Shattered, decomposed, and escaped, the cracks on the surface of Catgirl's body quickly turned into powder as they fell, escaping in the world.

"Real name,"

"Elegant and gentle country."

The looming Cat Girl, with only half of her face left complete, showed a relieved smile. In an instant, she cracked little by little, and before it completely dissipated, it turned into countless small parts, which were re-spliced and reassembled, rotating around Zheng Xiu, whose eyes were closed, and turned into a delicate small bungalow in a blink of an eye, enveloping Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu felt like he was soaking in the warm water, as if lying in his mother's arms.

Beams of pink light passed through Zheng Xiu's body, repairing Zheng Xiu's body and healing the "trauma" and "deletion" that Zheng Xiu suffered in the Black Source Sea.

Rumble!

The small bungalow, which is pink but can hardly hide its decaying atmosphere, "elegant and gentle township", slammed into the ground. A shattered land of ravines and mountains, under the impact of the latter, instantly turned into a pink desert.

In the shattered "Gentle Township", a soft and weak shadow was bounced out, falling into the distance like an abandoned doll, rolling out thousands of kilometers away, and finally leaving a shallow pit in the desert.

The vast dust rose into the sky, Zheng Xiu coughed violently, struggled to get up, and crawled towards the circular pit thousands of meters away.

"Annie,"

"Annie,"

"Anne ......"

Zheng Xiu's voice was hoarse, shouting Annie's name, at first he was embarrassed to crawl in the pink desert, and gradually the pink desert turned into a sea of brown sand, Zheng Xiu changed from crawling to stumbling and walking, and then the speed became faster and faster, and he came to the front of the hole.

The sky was dead and dark. Sometimes the earth cracks, sometimes it shakes, sometimes it expands, sometimes it collapses, sometimes it shrinks, it is extremely unstable. The "voice of all things" in Zheng Xiu's ears weakened little by little, countless lives were disappearing, and the race called "human" gradually "died" in this devastated world.

When Zheng Xiu came to the orange cat, he couldn't hear any other sounds in his ears.

Quiet, empty, only the messy whistling, like the weeping of the world.

The black streamer intertwined behind Zheng Xiu's back, a mini door opened, and the navigator "Wu" walked out from behind the door with his wings.

Without saying a word, she looked at the big pit, the hair that had lost its luster, the figure of the kitten that had completely turned dead gray, and the captain who smelled of "longing" and "sadness".

Zheng Xiu looked at the motionless "gray-black kitten" in a daze, and stood on the desert for a long time.

He stepped forward slowly, gently took the cold kitten in his arms, and sat down, looking up at the starless night.

Instead of stars, there were "cracks" in the sky that were darker than night.

The navigator, Wu, flew up slowly, and she actually had a lot to tell the captain, including what she remembered. But at this moment, looking at the captain who was obviously very sad, but tried to make himself look very calm, Xiao Wu couldn't say a word, so he could only fly on Zheng Xiu's cheek and gently pat Zheng Xiu's face with his little hand.

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes.

……

In front of the post station, the young man carried a kitten and looked at the orange cat who was extremely afraid of Fengbei with a smile.

It doesn't have a name.

Then call it Xiaofeng.

It's a little she-cat.

In front of Mohexuan.

The man paints, and the woman holds her hands on her cheeks, holding her face and looking at the pensive man with an orange cat standing on her head.

Under the eaves.

Fengbei was wearing a long black dress, arrogant and cold, and the orange cat was lazily curled up in the woman's arms, adding warmth to this indifference and coldness.

On the head of the Red King.

There's always an orange cat squatting.

In the arms of the Red King, there is always an orange cat lying on his stomach.

That year, Fengbei learned to make fried fish cakes, and she would always fill the orange cat's food bowl with a pot freshly out of the pot, and the orange cat would eat with a round belly every time, and comfortably pat her belly and nap on the ground.

I don't know when it started, Zheng Xiu got used to the seemingly cold but actually full of loopholes, and always liked the orange cat with the same expression as Fengbei; He was also accustomed to the orange cat scolding and shouting "stupid human", "stupid container", "stupid god"; He is also accustomed to the orange cat's disgust with his body, but he seeks the "taste of Fengbei"; He was more accustomed to the orange cat standing beside him, stretching out its paws and slapping him hard, while saying "must take" tacit understanding.

"Ah......h

Zheng Xiu's expression was unusually calm, in his spiritual sea, two "Zheng Xiu", one "divine him", one "human him", "human him" burst into tears, and the light dimmed little by little. "The divine he" is not shocked, and the divine light is inside, and it lights up little by little.

The hoarse voice echoed in his throat, and the calmer he was, the more uncomfortable it became for the navigator to listen.

"You lied to me."

"It turns out that you guy, the hair is not exactly orange."

Zheng Xiu stroked the cold gray hair.

"You lied to me."

Zheng Xiu said again: "You said that you will definitely taste the taste of Fengbei again." ”

"But I'm about to find Fengbei."

"You lied to me."

"You have said that the true master does not have the shackles of gender, body, or human nature, and you have long since become 'authority' itself. As long as there is any corner of the source sea, the 'elegance' still exists, and you ...... Immortal and immortal. ”

"You're ...... Temeth deceived me twice with one sentence. ”

"Haven't you always despised the weak part of human nature, babbling all day long that these are dross, unnecessary, and superfluous, what are you doing to save me, superfluous."

"Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and the battle between God and God is not smooth."

Zheng Xiu stretched out his slap and slapped the orange cat's face.

"You liar."

Smack, smack, smack.

"Liar."

It's like trying to slap the orange cat's closed eyes open.

"Oh, don't pretend, didn't you say you weren't dead? Yes? Elegance? You're elegant, show me. ”

"Elegant, you're elegant!"

"Don't you always say, 'Elegance never goes out of style, Anne never gives up'? You're talking about one! ”

Zheng Xiu lowered his head deeply, sobbing and smoking, he couldn't pump anymore, and held the cold orange cat corpse in his arms.

In the sea of black sources, the voice he had heard, the hoarse cries of despair, seemed to echo in his ears again.

Zheng Xiu subconsciously and without emotion, repeated that sentence:

“…… Our efforts, our suffering, all that we have been through over the years, is it ...... Doesn't it all make any sense? ”

Zheng Xiu's eyes gradually lost focus, and he laughed at himself:

"Huh...... Ridiculous fate. ”

The ridiculous thing is not everyone's fate, Zheng Xiu felt a boundless despair in that black source sea, immersed in the sun and moon.

The despair was like an icy cold current that struck his heart.

The desperation expressed by the vast unified "collective of consciousness" is not despair of "personal fate". It is the "ending" of this source sea, which is doomed.

There was once a group of people who struggled, struggled, struggled, and eventually became part of the "source".

The "end" is all things, and it is the "end" of everything.

It was precisely because Zheng Xiu felt this and deeply understood the deep meaning behind this despair, so he understood that sentence.

No matter what Zheng Xiu did, whether he defeated the seven gods hiding behind Shirley, whether his ship could break the "confinement" on the rudder and set sail again, no matter what he did, whether he became a god or a master...... No matter how hard he tried, it didn't make any sense.

The end of all things is already predestined.

During the time he was immersed in the Black Source Sea, he "saw" them, the "ending" of the Zheng family.

All of them, whether gods or masters, or ordinary people, will eventually die, or go back, or become nothing, and eventually "all things" will become part of the "source".

They will lose their "self" and become "collective".

Zheng Xiu didn't understand why this happened, why everything would eventually go to the "end", he didn't know the reason, but when Zheng Xiu understood this, holding Anne's corpse, even the master couldn't escape death, that kind of boundless despair and sadness enveloped Zheng Xiu deeply at this moment, wrapping him, making Zheng Xiu seem to fall into the abyss, like weathering, and no longer heard any sound.

Gradually.

One by one, the figures hurried towards this side.

Qing Shisan, who was responsible for "teleporting" everyone, was tired enough, and the corpses along the way were shocking, but at this moment he couldn't care about sadness and chagrin, and through the team channel, after he contacted the people who were still alive, he teleported to the vicinity of this pink desert one by one.

In a world where there is no passage of day and night, time seems to have lost its original meaning.

Zheng Xiu held the corpse of the cat that had lost its temperature, and I don't know how long it took.

The pink glow completely dissipated.

Anne didn't wake up.

A "weirdo" wrapped in a cocoon walks on the desert.

"What's that?"

Playing "Si'er" in the air, Xi'er, who was scarred, found the "weirdo" running on the desert in a weird and fast posture on the way to the master, and was also running towards the master, and was stunned and ready to shoot.

"No, that thing doesn't seem to have any malicious intent."

Qing 13 then arrived, and he carried the old doctor who was holding his old waist and humming and screaming in pain on his back.

A lotus platform dripping with asphalt pierced the night and flew into the desert at a terrifying speed.

The monk sat on the lotus platform, folded his hands, looked crazy, laughed and cried at one time, and kept shouting:

"The little monk remembered!"

"I remembered it all!"

"I can't forget it, I can't forget it!"

"Old girl!"

"Our family!"

The desert gradually became lively.

They converge in the middle of the desert.

They noticed a motionless figure sitting in the desert like a weathered sculpture.

He was holding the corpse of a cat in his arms.

I don't know who it was, so I stopped.

"Listen."

Ye listened attentively: "The wind is crying." ”

The snake complained: "Sister, no one can understand except you." ”

"I seem to ...... Understood. Jing Xuemei rushed here with the other three daughters, looking at the seemingly calm back from a distance: "It's the master's heart crying." ”

The desert was full of people.

The "strange man" wrapped in cocoons walked behind Zheng Xiu little by little under the different eyes of everyone.

Everybody knows it's not human.

No one knows what it is.

It was covered in snow-white calluses, and stretched out its body parts like hands towards Zheng Xiu.

"Uncle ......"

With a jerky voice, the strange cocoon said a sentence behind Zheng Xiu's back:

"Uncle."

Little by little, the silk on the cocoon's body peeled off, revealing a hollow belly.

"Meow."

In the belly of the cocoon, there was a small orange cat curled up, like a newborn animal.

The orange cat opened its eyes, pure and smart, and looked at Zheng Xiu.

"Did you meow just smoke my corpse?"