Doomsday Rise

The Songshan envoy died, the road to Songshan was cut off, and he offended a group of inexplicable black-clothed men. The black-clothed men are very powerful, and the forces behind them know that it is terrible with their toes. The days to come should be very difficult.

This trip seems to be troublesome, but Miss Gu's hexagram is still somewhat correct.

"What are you thinking?" When they went, they were in a hurry, sailing on land, and when they came back, they didn't need to hurry. The two of them shuttled through the forest and landed silently, without disturbing any birds, insects and ants.

Zhang Wuhe looked at Liu Weian's side face, with sharp edges and corners like a marble sculpture, and his eyes were firm. When he was silent, he exuded a trace of chill, which made people not used to it.

"I was thinking, if we had a child, wouldn't the genes be very strong? Take into account my intelligence and your looks?" Liu Wei'an said casually.

"I'm talking serious with you." Zhang Wuhe rolled his eyes at him. She liked Liu Weian's teasing tone, which was unrestrained, but it was not the moment.

"Isn't it serious enough to have a baby?" Liu Weian glanced at her and said slowly, "In your mind, what is the serious thing?"

"Are you worried about the man in black?" Zhang Wuhe asked.

"Worry!" Liu Weian made no secret of his thoughts.

"But I didn't feel you were nervous." Zhang Wuhe said.

"The soldiers will block the water and cover them with earth." Liu Wei'an said.

"Can we have a good chat?" Zhang Wuhe was displeased.

"It's useless to worry." Liu Wei'an suddenly stopped and looked at Zhang Wuhe who followed him: "Have you ever been to Mars?"

"I've been to Mars, Mercury, and the moon." Zhang Wuhe said.

"How do you feel about Mars?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"Initially, Mars was designed as a garbage dump. Later, it became a place of exile and exile. Later, order was established. When I went to the poorest place on Mars, it was considered a comparatively late construction time, but compared with other planets, it was at least 30-50 years behind." Zhang Wuhe said.

"Do you know what Mars looks like now?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"Zombies are rampant! I watched the news." Zhang Wuhe said.

"I'm on Mars now." Liu Wei'an said.

"I know.

"Zhang Wuhe said.

"A person who may die at any time has lived a life of racing against death for a long time. What do you think is afraid of such a person?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"Can't you survive with your strength?" Zhang Wuhe was startled.

"I don't know how the news on Earth is reported, but I can tell you with certainty that the evolution of zombies on Mars is far faster than that of humans. In addition, the biggest variable on Mars is not zombies, but monsters emerging from the abyss of hell. These monsters are usually as big as mountains and have incredible hiding abilities. Tens of thousands of monsters hide on Mars, and they can almost be hidden. Think about it, maybe there is a terrible monster hidden under your feet. Who can not be worried?" Liu Wei'an said calmly.

"The abyss of hell? The eye of hell? How strong are those monsters?" Zhang Wuhe asked.

"That's right, it's the Eye of Hell. I'm used to calling it the Abyss of Hell. If it's powerful, the nuclear bomb shouldn't kill you." Liu Wei'an said.

"Isn't that invincible?" Zhang Wuhe's face was a little ugly. The monster's strength is too strong, which is not good news for any human being.

"We are very grateful that these monsters did not attack, otherwise, there would probably be no human beings on Mars." The corners of Liu Wei'an's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, not knowing who he was mocking.

"Is Martian's current situation very bad?" A trace of pity flashed in Zhang Wuhe's eyes.

"Fortunately, I can't die." Liu Weian suddenly moved his ears, and Zhang Wuhe immediately sensed it, and quickly restrained his breath, turning himself into a residual leaf.

It was the funeral team, the one I met when I went, and it was back. As the team approached, a cold and strange aura rushed over like a tide. Zhang Wuhe's body was cold, from body to heart, and he couldn't help approaching Liu Weian's body.

The stronger the strength, the more terrifying and unfathomable the team could feel. Standing under the tree, the two of them didn't dare to take a breath. They watched the team pass by. The white mourning clothes, dry hemp ropes, bamboo hats, bamboo knots and other things that would appear in any funeral team, at this moment, there was a terrifying power beyond the scene, which made people shudder.

In a daze, Zhang Wuhe heard Liu Weian's soft shout: Town! After clearing his mind, he returned to normal in an instant, and looked at himself again, breaking out in a cold sweat.

I was already five or six steps away from Liu Wei'an, and I followed the funeral procession. I didn't know when I would be enlightened. If it wasn't for Liu Wei'an's sophisticated methods, I'm afraid I would have been completely lost at this moment.

"What's wrong with me?" In such a short moment, the funeral procession disappeared into the dense forest without any trace, as if it had never appeared before, but the chill in Zhang Wuhe's heart did not decrease but increased.

"It's okay, it's over." Liu Wei'an stared at the back of the funeral procession, frowning deeply. Before, he still had the courage to follow the procession, but now, he was surprised to find that such thoughts could not arise in his heart, as if he was controlled by some force, preventing him from having such thoughts.

This discovery disturbed him.

It's like the self-protection mechanism of the human brain. It will subconsciously block certain things that he doesn't want to think about. He doesn't want to admit that he is afraid of this team.

"Why are you still carrying the coffin?" Zhang Wuhe was puzzled.

"It's not the same coffin." Liu Wei'an said.

"What?" Zhang Wuhe looked at him.

"When I went there, there were corpses buried in the coffin. When I came back, the coffin was different and empty." Liu Wei'an said.

"Why do I feel the same?" Zhang Wuhe didn't notice all this at all.

"The tacit understanding between you and your knife is not enough." Liu Wei'an said.

"I just got it. If I want to do whatever I want, I'm afraid it will take more than ten years." Zhang Wuhe is helpless. The knife is not only a tool, but also eyes and ears. When necessary, he will warn the police. If the tacit understanding of the machete is enough, he should have called the police when he was in her secret room just now.

Instead of letting her leave with the funeral procession.

"We don't have much time left." Liu Weian's tone contained a kind of uneasiness about not coming, and the imprint on his hand seemed to flicker.

Hearing his words, Zhang Wuhe's heart trembled inexplicably. When he looked at Liu Weian again, Liu Weian had recovered his composure. He plucked a long leaf from an unknown tree and bit it in his mouth, saying, "Let's go, go back!"