Doomsday Horror Storm

"Yes!" The illusory figure said calmly: "No matter what method you use, as long as everyone in the village is dead, the test will be considered passed!"

"Must they all die?" Yang Xuan asked.

"This is a test, there is no way to change it!" the illusory figure said solemnly.

Yang Xuan was silent.

"Big brother, big brother!" Little Ya'er stretched out her white and tender hands and waved in front of Yang Xuan's eyes. She blinked and said in confusion: "What are you thinking about?"

Yang Xuan came back to his senses. He looked at this innocent little girl, smiled bitterly, and said, "Uncle, will you tell me a story?"

When it came to telling stories, the little girl suddenly became happy and nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"The world outside is very chaotic... There is a place called Earth..."

Yang Xuan looked into the distance, slowly immersed in memories...

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More than ten days have passed, and everyone in the village knows that an outsider has come here.

Many villagers often come here to visit Yang Xuan, and ask him about things outside. For those of them who have stayed in the village for generations and have never gone out, the outside world is attractive to them.

It’s unimaginable!

Under the old locust tree, on a wooden stool, Yang Xuan was dressed in simple village clothes, like a scholar. Around him, there were a large group of children, sitting carefully and listening to the stories he told, while the little girl

Sitting next to Yang Xuan, holding his chin with his little hands, he listened intently...

"Uncle Yang, what happened next? Did that man find his lost partner?" A chubby little fat man asked curiously.

"Yes, yes!" the children among them agreed one after another.

Yang Xuan showed a smile and said: "Of course I found it."

"Then has he found Sister Wei'er?" A black child asked curiously.

Yang Xuan was suddenly startled.

Weier...

As soon as he thought of these two words, Yang Xuan felt a trace of pain deep in his heart, and in his mind, the cold look in her eyes when she left appeared involuntarily...

Yang Xuan looked at the hopeful eyes of these children and twitched the corner of his mouth. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "Of course we will meet her. He loves her so deeply. He will definitely resolve the misunderstanding between them. From now on

Hand in hand until old age..."

He seemed to be speaking to these children, to himself, and to the person in the distance who he loved deeply...

day after day……

Yang Xuan settled down in the village and sat under the old locust tree every day, telling these children stories about the outside world.

In the blink of an eye, three years passed by like this.

Yang Xuan is still sitting under the old locust tree, like an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life, telling these children about the outside world every day...

Talking, talking...

The little girl back then has now grown quite tall, has two ponytails, and looks quite cute.

"Uncle, why are you here?" One day, Xiao Ya'er suddenly asked Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan looked at her and remained silent.

Year after year, ten years later.

Under the old locust tree, Yang Xuan's appearance has not changed much. Time has not left a trace on his body, and he still looks young. He sits quietly on the cracked wooden bench, telling stories...

However, his audience has changed. The previous group of children have grown up and started helping the family, and they no longer have time to listen to his stories.

"Uncle, did that man find his lost partner later?" A tall and thin boy asked curiously.

The same question, but the person asking the question is no longer the same person!

"Yes!" The other children agreed one after another.

Yang Xuan chuckled and said: "Of course I found it!"

"Then has he found Sister Wei'er?"

"Of course..." Yang Xuan was about to speak when suddenly, a shout came from the distance.

"Uncle!" I saw a slim girl running over from a distance carrying a pot of old wine. She had fair cheeks and a melon-seed face, and she looked pretty and lovely.

"Little girl!" Yang Xuan reached out to wave, then took the old wine from the girl's hand and took a sip. The taste was still sweet!

"Uncle, are you tired?" The girl looked at Yang Xuan with some pity in her eyes.

Yang Xuan shook his head and said: "I'm not tired!"

The little girl pouted her lips and said, "Do you want to take a break? You can't spoil them. Your health is important!"

Yang Xuan smiled, took a sip of old wine, and said, "Good wine!"

"Changing the topic again..." Little Ya'er looked at Yang Xuan resentfully, with a somewhat helpless expression. For the past ten years, she has sent old wine to Yang Xuan every day, whether it was sunny or rainy, snowy or windy, without interruption...

A pot of old wine has been with you for ten years!

Yang Xuan took a sip, chuckled, and then continued to tell the unfinished story to these children...

Another ten years have passed!

Under the old locust tree, Yang Xuan's face still maintains the appearance of a young man, but there seems to be a trace of the vicissitudes of an eighty-year-old man in him. In front of him, there are seven or eight children, listening attentively and paying attention to him.

Telling that story...

"Uncle Yang, did that man find his lost partner later?" A little girl with bright black eyes stood up and asked curiously.

Yang Xuan glanced at the little girl, and the look of vicissitudes of life in his eyes became even stronger!

"You go back and ask your mother, she will know!" Yang Xuan said softly.

"My mother?" The little girl blinked, a little confused, thinking that her mother had never come to listen to your story, how could she know?

At this moment, footsteps sounded in the distance. A middle-aged woman, holding a pot of old wine in her hand, walked over slowly. When she was far away, she heard the little girl asking Yang Xuan, and couldn't help but

Laughed.

"Mom!" The little girl saw the middle-aged woman and shouted quickly, then trotted over, took the old wine in her hand, raised it to Yang Xuan, and said sweetly: "Uncle, here you go!"

Yang Xuan took it with a smile, opened the lid and took a sip, it was sweet and moist!

"Mom!" The little girl looked at her mother, blinking her dark eyes, and said in confusion: "Did you know that person later found his partner?"

The middle-aged woman glanced at Yang Xuan and seemed to understand something. She smiled slightly and said, "Of course I found it!"

"How do you know?" the little girl asked puzzledly.

The middle-aged woman smiled slightly and shook her head silently.

…

Time flies by like a shuttle.

Fifty years later!

The bark of the old locust tree fell off, and all the branches and leaves fell off. It has become a dead tree. Under the old locust tree, a young man is sitting on a wooden bench. His appearance is still the same as it was decades ago, and has not changed.

.In front of him, there was a new group of children, sitting there, quietly listening to the stories he told...

again and again!

Yang Xuan didn't know how many times he had said it, but every time he saw a new face, he would say it again. At the same time, he also answered those questions over and over again...

"Uncle, your old wine!" A little girl with dark eyes brought a pot of old wine to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan reached out to take it, opened the lid and drank.

It’s been like this for decades!

At this moment, there was a burst of panicked footsteps running in the distance, and a middle-aged man was seen running over with tears on his face. He staggered and almost tripped to the ground.

She ran in front of Yang Xuan, her voice choked with sobs, and she cried: "Xiaoya, go see your grandma quickly, she is dying!"

Yang Xuan, who was drinking casually, froze when he heard these words, and the wine bottle he raised suddenly stopped, and then - with a "bang", the wine bottle exploded!

Yang Xuan stood up, with a calm expression on his face, and reached out to pick up the stunned little girl. Then his figure moved and suddenly disappeared!

Everyone looked at Yang Xuan who disappeared out of thin air in astonishment, with their mouths wide open and speechless. But the middle-aged woman felt a strong wind sweeping past her at the moment Yang Xuan disappeared.

And passed...

In a thatched house.

An old woman with gray hair and wrinkled face was lying quietly on the straw mat bed. Her dim eyes were looking at the thatched roof aimlessly. Looking at her appearance, it was obvious that she had reached the point where her oil was exhausted.

Around the old woman, many people were crying softly, and some looked silent.

At this moment, Yang Xuan appeared outside the thatched house with the little girl in his arms. He walked into the house with a single step. He didn't understand the crying people standing beside him at all, and went straight to the old woman lying on the bed.

"Uncle Yang!" Many people in the room looked at Yang Xuan in surprise. The oldest among them was about 60 years old, but the moment they saw Yang Xuan, they still called out "Uncle"

Got it.

Yang Xuan ignored it and walked directly to the old woman's bedside. Looking at her wrinkled face, which had always been ancient and smooth, he frowned slightly.

As if sensing something, the old woman lying on the bed slowly opened her eyes, and her dull gaze fell on Yang Xuan's face. She was startled for a moment, then a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she said tremblingly: "

Will you come to see me off?"

Yang Xuan looked at her, nodded silently, and said, "Go in peace, little girl!"

A tear fell from the corner of the old woman's eye, a peaceful smile appeared on her face, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Life left this old man...

Yang Xuan fell silent, along with the entire thatched house.

"Go in peace!" Yang Xuan murmured in a low voice. With a flick of his finger, a purple flame burst out, igniting her body and burning it into a pile of ash.

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