Necromancer Doomsday Walk

1 The sunken world

The low sky was covered with lead-like clouds, thick and oppressive.

In the desolate wilderness, the sad wind blows and rolls up the gray dust and floats into the distance.

The sound of the whining wind is like a mournful horn blowing, and it is as shrill as a hundred ghosts walking at night. It seems to tell the endless loneliness, like hell, dark, silent, secluded, and creepy.

The light is gradually fading away, and the darkness is swallowing the earth bit by bit.

As if coming from the far end of the sky, walking step by step towards darkness, carrying the dim shadow of light, carrying the persistence of life, carrying heavy hope, staggering, wasting, lonely and persistent...

This is a face with a bit of vicissitudes of life, the beard is unkempt, like the fallen leaves in late autumn, and the deep eyes contain loneliness and desolation, as if they are singing a sad song, mourning for this sinking world, mourning for this dark world.

There is no sunlight, but the cycle of day and night.

I vaguely remember, maybe it was ten days, maybe it was twenty days.

Tang Fan didn't know exactly how much time had passed. He just walked, walking forward aimlessly and with a bit of confusion. The road was at his feet, but what was ahead?

Are there any living people?

Tang Fan didn't know how many times he asked himself this question, facing the world in silence and loneliness.

Along the way, there were gnawed bones, some big and some small, some thick and some slender. They were either densely packed together or scattered randomly, like a forest full of white bones.

hell.

Tang Fan could not avoid all these bones and could only move forward by stepping on them.

With sadness in my heart, the bones under my feet made a crisp crunching sound, echoing in the desolate wilderness, as if someone was telling something. It seemed far away, like a whisper in the distant sky, but close, like a lingering whisper in my ears.

In this fallen world, where all life is in ruins, where will the hope of mankind be?

I still vaguely remember, maybe ten days ago or twenty days ago.

Tang Fan, Xuejiu and 08 faced the pursuit of the Sinking Demon army and ran for their lives. Finally, they got on the Hummer in time, got rid of the Sinking Demon's pursuit, and rushed out of Linjiang City at high speed, far away from the demon army.

Sweep.

After that, they parted ways.

08 has to return to the military headquarters, while Xuejiusi has to return to the organization base, because they both have missions and must rush back immediately.

As for Tang Fan, Xuejiu originally planned to ask Tang Fan to go back with her, but hesitated for a while but did not say anything because the discipline within the organization was strict and she was just one of the many warriors within the organization and had no power.

She didn't know what kind of treatment Tang Fan would receive if he returned to the organization base with her.

Maybe as a guest of honor, or maybe as a prisoner, anything is possible.

On the contrary, 08 very sincerely invited Tang Fan to go to the military headquarters, and also said that with Tang Fan's ability, he would definitely be reused.

However, Tang Fan thought about it and refused.

He is a person who is accustomed to being undisciplined. It is quite difficult for him to join any organization and be constrained to follow orders and so on.

Take Big Beard and the others for example. Tang Fan has clearly told them how dangerous the mission they are about to undertake is, but they still have to complete the mission.

This made Tang Fan admire him, but also found it incredible.

Before the apocalypse came, he was just a small citizen with fairly good skills. He lived the same routine of going to and from work every day. The world of war was far away from him.

After the end of the world, he only lives for himself.

Xue Jiu and 08 finally left.

Although he was somewhat obsessed with Xue Jiu's body, Tang Fan did not hold him back. However, in the end, Tang Fan gave Xue Jiu an ice skull and also gave one to 08.

The three of them walked together, and in the end, Tang Fan was the only one left.

He didn't have a car, and even if he had one, he wouldn't be able to drive it. He would just keep walking and keep moving forward.

Passing through the village, there was a dead silence. There were no traces of people. Only messy and coagulated blood was left, which was shocking one by one.

Tang Fan was confused.

He didn't know where he should go. The road was at his feet, but he had no idea what was ahead.

This land was unprecedentedly empty, as if it were endless. Tang Fan didn't know how long he had walked.

He only knew that when he got tired from walking, he stopped to rest, eat something, and then continued walking forward without any purpose, with a sense of confusion about the future and confusion about the future.

Second by minute passes, day by day, every second is like a day, every day is like a year.

The color of the sky remained the same, the earth remained silent, and except for the alternating cycle of gray day and deep night, Tang Fan could not feel anything else.

There was not a second living person in sight, only bones and bones.

Could it be that in this world, all human beings are dead?

No, absolutely not. At the very least, there are still people like Xue 908 alive.

However, along the way, I don’t know how much time has passed. It is as incredible as the vast ocean. Apart from myself, I have not seen a second living human being, not even a human corpse.

What kind of feeling is this?

Fear, panic, panic to the point of despair, and then hope, prayer, and supplication, all of which yielded nothing.

Tang Fan cried, his eyes dimmed with tears, not sad or happy, but confused, confused about himself, confused about what was ahead, and confused about the future.

He thought that after killing so many demons, he had already become as strong as steel, but he looked down on life and death while talking and laughing, but the facts proved that he was still fragile, and he was still a human being.

Maybe, after arriving, I will be able to adapt to this lonely journey.

Walk alone, live alone, laugh alone, cry alone, sing alone...

But now, Tang Fan needs a little warmth, human warmth, not the low dark clouds, desolate wilderness and cold skeletons.

At this time, even hearing a weak call is like a small oasis in the desert.

I raised my head and looked at the sky. It seemed that this piece of leaden clouds had never moved since ancient times. It seemed as if it was solidified and heavy without any change.

If it weren't for the alternation of day and night, Tang Fan would have thought that the world had stopped.

The air seemed duller and darker.

He looked around and sighed softly. This sound only brought loneliness and sadness.

Tang Fan knew that another dark night was about to fall, and that he should stop moving forward. He needed to find a place to settle down, survive such a dark night full of crises, survive until tomorrow, and continue to move forward alive...