Global Gaowu: What’s wrong with being in a wheelchair? You can still destroy gods with one finger

Early morning, white dew.

Under the influence of climate control factories, most cities with Chinese origins still retain the setting of solar terms, although many cities have lost their agricultural production functions.

Fine dew spreads thinly on the ground, bringing a hint of coolness in autumn.

A small sparrow flew lightly and landed on Li Qiyu's head, gently pecking at the water droplets hidden in his short hair.

Perhaps because of the pain from the peck, Li Qiyu twitched, causing the sparrow to spread its wings and fly away, disappearing under the blue sky.

Li Qiyu turned his head and placed the other half of his face on the ground, making his already fleshless cheeks look even more deflated.

Suddenly, Li Qiyu opened his eyes suddenly, and moved his eyes, first looking at the ground, and then at the sky.

"I'm outdoors? Are you not allergic to the sun?" This layer of consciousness quickly flashed through Li Qiyu's head.

For others, it may not be surprising, but for a person who has not seen the sun for 17 years, bathing in the sun is simply unimaginable.

Li Qiyu suddenly turned over and sat up. The trance he had just been in was instantly dispelled by the tragic scene in front of him.

"Where am I? What happened?"

In front of me, there was a piece of scorched earth, as if it had been bombed, and not a single piece of the entire yard was intact.

The originally brown soil turned black, the air was distorted by the high temperature, and everything as far as the eye could see was distorted.

I grabbed a handful of soil and rubbed it. It was still warm. I put it under my nose and smelled it. There was an earthy smell mixed with burnt proteins.

Bang bang bang, there was a rapid knock on the door in Li Qiyu's ears.

"Son, what time is it? Get up quickly!"

Hearing his father's call, Li Qiyu finally woke up. He quickly made three Thomas circles on the ground and returned to the house dragging his lower body, which was still unable to move.

I...what is going on!

Li Qiyu's bedroom has completely collapsed. It's no exaggeration to say that it was a tornado or an earthquake. The table, chairs, bed, bedding...even the lights and windows are not where they should be.

Li Qiyu felt his head swell several times in an instant. It was impossible for him to restore the house to its original state before his father found out.

Then there is only one way to get through it.

At his father's urging, Li Qiyu finally opened the door a crack, pretending to be sleepy and rubbing his eyes.

"Dad, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

Li Chunshan looked at his son and said, "Early in the morning? It's almost 9 o'clock. Gao Xiaozhou just called and asked you to go to school quickly, saying that the delivery has arrived."

Li Qiyu suddenly remembered that the sports meeting was tomorrow and he had made a delivery appointment today.

Li Qiyu drove the wheelchair and hurried back to get dressed, when suddenly a roar came from behind his ears.

"Oh my god! What's going on?"

Only then did Li Qiyu remember that he forgot to close the door. When he reacted, his father was already standing in the house, staring at the devastated bedroom, dumbfounded.

"Uh... there was an earthquake last night, didn't you know?"

"I don't know." Li Chunshan dragged his leg and pulled out the charred remains of a mobile phone from under his feet. "Is this also caused by the earthquake?"

Li Qiyu nodded and stared at Li Chunshan with a non-committal expression. "Then you must have drank too much last night."

"Drink too much? I didn't have a drink last night."

"After drinking, I can smell the alcohol on you." Li Qiyu frowned and pretended to slap his nose in front of him.

Li Chunshan pulled up his clothes and was about to take a whiff when he suddenly seemed to see something and rushed into the yard at the speed of crossing the finish line. "What happened last night?"

Li Chunshan stared at his son, trying to analyze the root cause of the tragedy from Li Qiyu's expression.

Li Qiyu scratched his head.

"Uh... Actually, Dad, I just wanted to tell you this. You should call the climate control factory and ask them how they control the weather environment in City 0013. As soon as I opened my eyes, home It’s all destroyed, but fortunately the people are fine, we must let them take a good look at it.”

Li Qiyu said, pretending to turn his head, looking at where the clock should be hanging on the wall, and suddenly raised his voice.

"Oops, it's too late. Dad, I have to leave first. Gao Xiaozhou and Ye Kurong are still waiting for me. We can't delay tomorrow's sports meeting. I'll leave it to you."

Li Qiyu said, pulling up the windbreaker at hand, and the small wheelchair quickly disappeared at a speed of Mach 2, leaving behind a confused Li Chunshan.

Thor, the god of thunder, has the power to summon lightning, just like in myths and legends.

Li Qiyu unconsciously pressed one hand on his chest.

Under these thin muscles, he could clearly feel the lightning power in his lungs. Maybe it won't be long before he can control the lightning from all directions, fall from the sky, set off huge waves, and protect the people. Father!

For 17 years, my father has dragged himself with a broken leg and grown up with a lot of shit and urine. Now it is time to repay his father.

Li Qiyu fantasized about how excited his father would be when he suddenly stood in front of him one day. He also fantasized about saving up enough money to take his father to the clouds to cure his father's leg. He also fantasized about waiting for his father. When he is old and unable to move, he takes his father to travel around the world.

For Li Qiyu, his father is everything, the whole of his life.

Li Qiyu's nose felt sore and his eyes gradually became moist.

Li Qiyu took off his sunglasses and wiped his eyes. His hand suddenly stopped in mid-air and he saw the bracelet left by his mother on his wrist.

What exactly is the supreme artifact - the Eye of the Gods?

Master the power to resurrect the gods!

So why do the gods die?

Li Qiyu clearly remembered that Thor once said that he died more than a hundred years ago. Could it be that all the gods in the cemetery died more than a hundred years ago?

What happened more than a hundred years ago?

"Also, what did Thor's warning mean before he lost consciousness last night? Someone will come to me. Who are those people?"

An inexplicable horror swept through Li Qiyu's body. Those who need Thor to remind him may not be that simple. Could it be that there is some more terrifying power hidden in this world? A power that can kill even gods?

Thinking of this, Li Qiyu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

A faint crackling sound suddenly hit my ears, and the air in front of me was quickly distorted. If I looked carefully, I could still see some small electric lines swimming in the air.

Li Qiyu placed his hand in the electric pattern and could not feel the numbness caused by the electricity at all.

Then there are only two possibilities. The first is that he is already immune to electricity; the second is that the electricity that can be released now is relatively weak and cannot cause any harm.

In order to verify his idea, Li Qiyu bent down and picked up a dead leaf, put it to his mouth and exhaled. The leaf instantly turned into powder and disappeared with the wind.