fight elves

In October [-], Huzhou City in Han State experienced an unprecedented thunderstorm.

The rain clouds in the sky were very low, and there was a sound of thunder in the sky. When it was getting dark, the storm, carrying thousands of troops and horses, washed away the stone houses and razed them to the ground.

The wind blowing from the sea swept across the water, and its power was comparable to that of a high-speed train.

"boom!"

A bright bolt of lightning flashed across, and the thunder sounded low at first, and then suddenly rose up, like a woman's scream.

"elder brother!"

Well, it turns out it wasn’t thunder.

He Zhongyue stared through the window at the apocalyptic horror scene in the distance, while a little girl lay on the ground, hugging his thigh tightly.

The energy-saving lamp hanging from the ceiling of the living room flickered, illuminating the girl's face pale.

The wind outside the window was like a sharp whistle. The girl's face was buried in He Zhongyue's coat, her shoulders were twitching, and her expression was full of nervousness.

"It's okay." He Zhongyue rubbed her sister's hair and looked up to see that the neighboring city of Huzhou was shrouded in a layer of silver gauze. The dark sky was so low that all the buildings in Huzhou could no longer be seen clearly.

The sea was rough and covered with white spray.

"Hold on tight." He Zhongyue bent down and picked up her sister. Her face was pressed against He Zhongyue's shoulder, and her hand was holding her brother's arm.

Seeing the energy-saving lamps above his head flashing, He Zhongyue planned to find a few candles in advance to prevent a power outage.

The backup generator at home happened to break down a few days ago, so He Zhongyue had to settle for the next best thing and choose candles as a lighting tool.

Holding her sister in one hand, He Zhongyue ran to her room and rummaged through the cabinets.

It is autumn now. According to the weather in Han Dynasty in previous years, power outages due to heavy rains are rare during this season. Therefore, He Zhongyue is a little unsure whether she still has spare candles at home.

Fortunately, when he flipped through the drawer in the middle of the TV table, He Zhongyue finally found the candles and lighter wrapped in cellophane.

Next to the candle is a silver-white box the size of a fist, which contains He Zhongyue's trophies from the strange aura incident two years ago.

"Don't touch my pockets." He Zhongyue felt a pair of small hands quietly tugging at his pockets and scolded in a low voice.

Since experiencing the strange aura incident two years ago, He Zhongyue has developed the habit of carrying small props with him.

In his pocket were two folding fruit knives and two small round boxed mirrors.

Don't underestimate the mirror. He Zhongyue relied on the mirror to turn over the strange aura incident that year.

The girl in her arms gradually became quiet and seemed to have fallen asleep.

As soon as He Zhongyue lit the candle, all the lights in the room went out with a buzzing sound.

power cut.

Under the dim candlelight, the scene in He Zhongyue's room was flickering, with a sense of illusion and unreality.

You can vaguely see many clear white squares on the wall. It seems that many posters were once posted in these places, but they have all been torn down.

On the desk are several gold trophies with patterns of yellow-skinned mice, and small characters engraved on the bases of the trophies.

"91 Pokémon World Championship PTCG Champion-He Zhongyue"

"92 Pokémon World Championship Champion-He Zhongyue"

"93 Pokémon World Championship PTCG Champion-He Zhongyue"

……

The elf game had just revived after the war, and He Zhongyue relied on the elf knowledge inherited from his father's collection since childhood to win the world-class elf game championship for three consecutive years.

However, if you look closely, you can find that all the awards related to elves in He Zhongyue's room disappeared completely after 93.

After placing her sister on the soft bed in her room, He Zhongyue lit another candle and went downstairs step by step.

When passing by the corner of the stairs, He Zhongyue looked out the window at Huzhou hidden in the storm, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Uncle Shan has returned to Gushan in Huzhou. I don’t know what kind of spirit the creature that materialized with the strange aura this time is.

He Zhongyue's heart tightened. The strange fog incident two years ago happened at his junior high school alma mater.

Even now, the scene of hundreds of students being brutally murdered by embodied elves still lingers in He Zhongyue's mind.

"help me!"

"Help me! Yue..."

Several faces bulged their eyes and kept crying.

Their hands gripped the ground tightly, their fingernails turned leaden gray, and their messy and fluffy hair shook constantly with their heads.

Then, they were dragged ruthlessly into the fog. As several groans and desperate screams came, He Zhongyue heard the clear sound of gnawing.

Those students were eaten by the materialized elf creatures.

He Zhongyue couldn't help clenching his right hand. In the palm of his right hand, the black eye glowing with strange purple light appeared again.

Stretching out his right hand, He Zhongyue spread his fingers. When his eyes fell on the black eyes, He Zhongyue gritted his teeth and groaned.

Two years ago, in order to survive, he had to kill the elves who brutally hunted humans.

After the elf was killed, in addition to dropping some things, its corpse also emitted a dark pink light that blended into the palm of He Zhongyue's right hand.

So his right hand became what it looks like now.

He Zhongyue shook his head when he felt the same super power flowing in the eyes of the palm of his right hand as that of the killed elf.

In the past two years, he had been pondering for a long time, but he had not found any use for the eyes glowing with strange purple light in the palm of his right hand. Fortunately, although this pattern did not bring any benefit to He Zhongyue, there was no sign of it being detrimental to him.

Moreover, the eyeball pattern is flat, not three-dimensional, and it is not realistic from an artistic point of view.

Even if other people find this pattern, they won't be worried or suspicious.

"Crack!"

There was a loud noise of falling trees outside. He Zhongyue raised her head and looked upstairs. She felt relieved when she didn't hear her sister getting up.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what kind of spirit Gushan will materialize this time. With Officer Shan and his two years of preparation, as long as they don't encounter force majeure factors, they can at least escape unscathed. I have given him all the reminders that need to be I've said it before. Now, the elves' affairs have nothing to do with me." He Zhongyue shook her head and suppressed the uneasiness in her heart.

His mother was coming back from get off work soon, and he had to cook.

I just hope there won't be any traffic jams due to this storm.

He Zhongyue opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients, and cooked on the gas stove.

The blue flame emitted by the built-in gas stove is restrained, and it has an indescribable weird feeling in the dimly lit kitchen.

The rice was cooked quickly, and several bowls of side dishes were placed on the table. He Zhongyue washed his hands, wiped them with a towel, then took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and logged in to QQ skillfully.

In [-], Tencent was still strong.

"The ugly fish who doesn't want to evolve" is his QQ nickname. He Zhongyue clicked on the message bar and saw many acquaintances.

In the group of Grade [-] and Class [-], several students chatted privately with He Zhongyue.

"Study Committee, what is today's math homework?"

"He Xueba, what did the dean ask you for this morning?"

"Yue, do you want to play basketball tomorrow?"

……

He Zhongyue pondered for a moment and replied in order of closeness. Then he sorted out today's homework assignments and sent them to the class.

After doing this, he glanced at the message board and noticed that someone in the Class 93 class of Xiangqian Middle School was talking.

Xiangqian was his former junior high school alma mater and the scene of the strange aura incident two years ago. He Zhongyue's body suddenly stopped.

He opened the group with a solemn expression and glanced at the number of people in the group above. There were 57 people, [-] of whom were online.

Then He Zhongyue saw that the person who posted the message in the group was Shan Zheyan.

The message was sent 2 minutes ago.

Shan Zheyan is He Zhongyue's junior high school classmate and the son of Officer Shan.

Shan Zheyan's message only contained one short sentence, but every word in it was like a weight weighing on a person's heart, making it almost difficult to breathe.

There was a sharp "hissing" sound outside the house, which was the storm blowing down the power lines.

The twisted wire twisted like a long snake, spraying sparks, and occasionally bounced in different directions, scorching the surrounding turf.

The wires were spraying sparks in the heavy rain and dancing strangely, making people feel creepy.

This looks like a death dance to disaster.

"Gushan's weird aura killed my father!"

He Zhongyue stared at the message Shan Zheyan posted in the junior high school group chat.

He understands, they are coming!