Earth Destruction Plan

The dimly lit room, the gray sheets, and the messy table are piled with many leftover plastic packaging bags, instant noodles and biscuits, as if they have not been cleaned for a long time. There is dust everywhere in the room, and there is a half-open window outside the window. The bleak moonlight came in obliquely...

Hao Zhi dumbfoundedly leaned against the window sill, holding his head in tears, regretting that he could not save Wang Yanke. He hated himself so incompetently watching his beloved girl die in front of him. There is no chance to block him!

More importantly, he tried countless times, but he couldn't take time back for a second. His ability disappeared, and his body was as weak as it was emptied, and he could never capture the source of that mysterious power. .

Song Xiaojia came out of the bath, her hair curled up, and she jumped on her white shoulders wet and wet. She hadn't been home for three days, so she stayed to take care of Hao Zhi, watching him drinking and getting drunk. Then he smashed everything in the house, and when he finished vomiting, he lay on the bed and talked nonsense, and then carefully swept up the broken glass, like cleaning up Hao Zhi's shattered glass heart.

Sometimes, he would be awakened by nightmares, followed by endless remorse. He beat his head desperately until dawn. Song Xiaojia sat cross-legged beside him, put his head in his arms, and said repeatedly With comforting words, until he was tired of tossing and fell asleep again.

Hao Zhi drank his last sip of wine and drank his neck dry, and then threw it out along the window. The bottle smashed to pieces on the pavement of the community at midnight. His eyes were blurred, and his red eyes looked around for the bottle, irritably. The newspapers and magazines on the table were flying all over the sky.

　　 "Enough!" Song Xiaojia came up and grabbed him, "You will be drunk if you drink like this!"

　　 "You... let it go!" Hao Zhi's tongue was a little short, but he couldn't hide his anger.

　　 "Are you like a man, OK? She is dead, and life has to go on! You are still young, and there are so many girls in the world!"

"Nonsense! I want to drink...you throw it away!" Hao Zhi tried to withdraw his hand, but Song Xiaojia's wrist strength was not something he could break free. It felt like that hand was hit by an iron lock on the concrete wall. It was the same, not moving, he tried hard to pull twice, and was instantly irritated. His eyes seemed to be bleeding, and he rushed to his head with alcohol. He raised his left hand and slapped it over with a big slap!

"Pop!" The crisp slap echoed in the midnight room, Song Xiaojia didn't dodge, her beautiful blond curly hair was beaten up and stuck to her face, she looked back at Hao Zhi coldly, with a look in her eyes. Revealed a stubborn provocation.

"Do you dare to hit me?" Song Xiaojia raised her chin and looked at him. The moonlight outside the window spilled on her face, blurring her delicate contours. Her large and smart eyes glared at the background of the night, twisting them. Dao's shallow eyebrows.

　　 "I..." Hao Zhi's drinking spirit became sober in an instant. He didn't expect that he would suddenly slap that slap. The loud slap was more like a slap in the face. He was silly on the spot, staring at her blankly.

　　 "I'm sorry, I hurt you..." After a long while, Hao Zhicai came back to reflect and touched her beaten face with pity. The place where she was beaten was hot and burned.

Song Xiaojia felt the man's hand rubbing his face rough, with a heavy smell of wine and sweat. The hard work and grievances over the past three days made her nose slightly sore. She stared at him. Hao Zhi was naked, wearing a shabby In jeans, his eyes were still bright, with a little tears of apologetic gleaming.

She stretched out her hand distressedly to touch his haggard face, Hao Zhi raised her hand to block it, and inadvertently held Song Xiaojia’s hand. The room in Xia Ye was hot and restless, and slippery sweat was greasy between the palms of the two people’s hands. There was a fishy and salty smell, and her skin was dry, like ceramic exposed to moist air, as smooth as water.

　　 Song Xiaojia suddenly withdrew her hand, an awkward atmosphere spread between the two, her face flushed, and she slowly approached Hao Zhi, close enough to see her nervous shadow in his black pupils.

　　 The tips of the two people's noses were rubbed, and then they hurriedly avoided. Song Xiaojia wanted to say something, but only sighed...

　　No...No! Hao Zhi suddenly woke up like an electric shock and pushed Song Xiaojia away. He stepped back two steps, leaned against the window sill, and let out a sigh, I'm sorry!

　　 Song Xiaojia stood awkwardly for a while, then walked over slowly, with her hands behind her back, and her forehead against Hao Zhi's chest: "I know you can't forget her for the time being, I don't mind!"

　　 "I want to save her!" Hao Zhi said suddenly.

　　 "What? Save... Wang Yanke?" Song Xiaojia was startled, and raised his hand to touch his forehead, "The fever has gone away, why are you talking nonsense?"

Yes! Hao Zhi squeezed two words from between his teeth.

　　 "Resurrect the dead? Are you kidding? How can a hospital do such a thing?"

　　 You are wrong, the hospital can't do it, there is a place to do it! Hao Zhi's expression was stiff, his eyes stubbornly blazing.

　　 Song Xiaojia thought for a while, before suddenly widened his eyes, and looked at him two steps backwards in fright, don't tell me you think...no! No, don’t even think about it!

　　 "It seems that you also thought of it!"

　　 "But that doesn't work at all!" Song Xiaojia expressed strong opposition. uukanshu.com "We are lucky enough to be able to escape. You don't even know who that person is and what will happen to you. Maybe you will kill you..."

　　 "What about catching up? I am more sad than death now!"

"But even if you don't care, do you really want a zombie girlfriend? A living dead who has no thoughts but moves his body?" Song Xiaojia really wanted to incite him to a big-eared post, so that he Sober up, but now Hao Zhi seems to be possessed by a demon, and he can't listen to what she is saying.

　　 Hao Zhi nodded resolutely, and made up his mind: "It's better to do something than to sit here and wait for her body to decay, or burn it to ashes, and there is no hope of anything!"

As if he was afraid that Song Xiaojia thought he was really crazy, he added: "I have an intuition that the guy in the underground palace will not only resurrect the dead, but he must also have other abilities that we don't know about. Maybe, This is the only way to save Keke!"

　　 Alas... Song Xiaojia stared at him for a long time, as if he didn't know him, intuitive? What's the use of intuition? But he is like this, who can persuade him?

　　 "You don't need to go with me, it's enough for me to take the risk myself, who knows what else I will encounter when I go back?" Hao Zhi began to get up and put on the cover.

　　 "Are you going to go like this?" Song Xiaojia came up to him and asked him.

　　 "At least take her corpse and find a way on the spot! If he doesn't help me, I will burn his underground laboratory on fire!" Hao Zhi gritted his teeth and swore.

　　 Oh... can you not be so rash? Steal the corpse? Can you do it yourself? It's almost dark! Even if it is stolen, can you take the subway by yourself, or run to the Ming Tombs with a corpse on your back?