withering day

The heavy bell rang, and a wave of heat pulled Han Mo back from his grief. He experienced two things, two people he didn't know at all, but in his heart, it was like an old friend who had passed away for many years. The helpless sadness that could not be eliminated has been hanging over his heart.What is it this time?

Taking a deep breath, feeling the vibration of the whole space, Han Mo looked around.

It is even more dilapidated than the previous world!This was Han Mo's first impression. It didn't look like Qinshui City. The black dust floating in the ruins not only blocked people's vision, but also seriously affected people's breathing.Han Mo wore a reinforced gas mask on his mouth, even so, he still felt a burst of burning in his respiratory tract and trachea, and couldn't help coughing.

The surrounding temperature seemed to be very high. Wearing simple protective clothing, Han Mo's back was already wet with sweat, and it was very sticky and uncomfortable.He kept running on his feet, following the crowd in front of him, and he didn't even know why he was running.Looking back, his heart almost jumped out of fright. Behind them was a large expanse of crimson magma rolling in. Wherever the magma passed, everything turned into ashes, even the stones were melted.

"What's going on?" Han Mo felt that there was never a worse time than now. Although they kept running forward, the speed of the magma behind them was a bit faster than them, and the distance between the two was slowly closing. zoom out.

Before he could open his mouth to complain, there was a loud noise behind him, the roar shook the sky, and the ground trembled. Everyone looked back and was scared out of their wits. The towering volcano behind him erupted again, and a bright red flower rose in the sky. Even in the thick volcanic ash, you can see the sky full of flames.As the volcano erupted again, the approaching speed of the magma accelerated again. Han Mo felt a burst of heat behind him, and the protective clothing on his body seemed to be about to burn.

"Little Mo, are you okay?" A strange man slowed down in front and followed Han Mo.

Han Mo shook his head, and replied: "It's okay, but according to this situation, it may be difficult for us to escape..."

"Persist a little longer, Shen Mingxi has found the rescue team, and he will come to pick us up right away..." Just as he was speaking, a burst of electricity sounded on the man's body, followed by a noisy voice from the communicator.

"We'll be there soon, hold on..." Although it was noisy, Han Mo probably understood what they meant.

"We are running east now, the volcano erupted just now, time is running out..." the man responded.

"We're doing it as quickly as possible, the helicopter has been dispatched!"

The volcano behind him erupted again, and this time it was more violent than the previous two times. The rolling magma rushed towards the crowd like a tsunami. At the same time, the earth began to shake violently, collapsing, breaking, sinking, and rising. The escape has added all sorts of difficulties.

At this time, the sound of helicopters came from the misty sky, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the magma wave still some distance away, they sighed that they were finally saved.Helicopters pierced through the layers of volcanic ash and approached the ground, and some survivors at the front were picked up on the plane, away from this place of death.

"This batch of planes is not enough! Xiao Mo, you go up first!" It was a familiar voice.

Han Mo shook his head and let the others go first, while he stood side by side with Shui Hanjiang.Shui Hanjiang didn't say much, just glanced at him, and then continued to direct the survivors to board the plane and flee.

"Siran, you go first!" Shui Hanjiang looked at the rest of the people and said.

A boy with disheveled hair and a face that was smeared black, but couldn't hide his handsome face and big shining eyes hesitated, but finally ran towards a helicopter.But just when he was about to reach the helicopter, a huge crack suddenly opened under his feet, and the helicopter fell into the raging flames under the abyss before it could start, and exploded, rolling up a scorching air wave .

Li Siran turned pale with fright, turned around and was about to run back, but the crack at his feet was getting bigger and bigger, almost sinking him.Han Mo didn't know where the courage came from, and ran over quickly, pulling Li Siran back just as he was about to fall into the abyss.

Looking at the abyss behind him, Li Siran became frightened for a while, and firmly grasped Han Mo's arm.The moment he turned his head back, he was stunned. Han Mo, who realized something was wrong, looked back, and saw a huge red wave overwhelming everyone.

"Run!" Han Mo yelled.

Everyone was also startled by the monstrous magma waves, and ran forward in a panic, but there were still a few people who ran slowly were swallowed by the ruthless magma and turned into a piece of ashes, leaving nothing behind.

The screams rang out behind everyone, but more of them stopped abruptly. Some helicopters that hadn't had time to take off were also engulfed in magma, exploding, and splashing fuel. What was originally just a sea of ​​flames suddenly ignited on the hot lava , The whole earth seemed to be burning.

Difficult to cross one crack after another, one deep pit after another, but still can't get rid of the approach of lava and sea of ​​fire. The number of escapees is getting smaller and smaller. In the end, there are only a few people left in Han Mo. The helicopter that transported the escapees first He flew back again and put down the rope ladder not far away to wait for them.

"Go!" Shui Hanjiang urged everyone to get on the plane.

A flame splashed from nowhere and burned the rope ladder in front of Li Siran, causing him and Han Mo behind him to fall from midair.

"Xiao Mo! Si Ran!" Everyone panicked.

"It's okay! Get on another helicopter!" Han Mo quickly helped Li Siran up.

The lava and sea of ​​fire in the rear were very close, Han Mo and Li Siran panickedly grabbed the rope ladder of another helicopter and hurried up.Another burst of flames splattered, and this time it happened to burn on the back of Li Siran's hand. Li Siran felt pain, and when he let go of his hand, he fell down the rope ladder, causing everyone to exclaim.

Han Mo's eyes were quick, and he stretched out a hand to grab Li Siran.

The magma was rolling in, and Han Mo raised his head and yelled at the helicopter pilot: "Quick! Go first!"

The helicopter immediately dragged the rope ladder and flew away with everyone.The heat wave hit and flooded the land. Fortunately, the helicopter rose fast enough and was not swallowed by the magma.It's just that Han Mo and Li Siran were hung in the air, and below was a rising sea of ​​flames, and the scorching breath almost roasted the two of them.

"Grab the rope ladder!" Han Mo's hands were about to slip due to sweat, and he quickly reminded Li Siran.Li Siran also quickly stabilized his body, and tightly grasped the rope ladder.

Han Mo and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, he started to climb up, and Li Siran followed him up.

There was a sudden change, a bright red flower of flame bloomed in the air, and the people on the other helicopters shouted. Han Mo looked down and saw that the sparks had burned the rope ladder under him. Falling down in horror. "No!" Han Mo yelled, reaching out to grab Li Siran, but his hands just slipped past Li Siran's, only a few centimeters away, which couldn't stop Li Siran from falling into the endless sea of ​​flames.

"Siran!" Everyone shouted heart-piercingly.

Then, all the shouting could not be saved, Li Siran was finally swallowed by the tumbling lava with tears, and disappeared without a trace.Han Mo felt like his heart was about to burst. The desperation, nostalgia, and unwillingness on that pretty face would be his deepest nightmare.

The helicopter did not stop, because no one knew if any accident would happen next, Han Mo hung on the rope ladder of the helicopter with a dull expression, looked at the place where Li Siran finally disappeared, and then followed the helicopter through the sky full of volcanic ash .

Does it mean that everyone is going to die?The surroundings returned to calm, the sky was still gray, everyone was still sad, the whole world was still collapsing, the surrounding magma disappeared, and it turned into Han Mo sitting alone in a small dark room, He seemed to understand something, would the people who were with him die one by one?

He hoped that this was a nightmare, but he didn't want this nightmare to continue, but he couldn't help it, all of this was beyond his control.

There was a light knock on the door, but Han Mo didn't respond, but just sat on the bed in a daze.

The door was pushed open, and a figure came in, but he didn't turn on the light, but turned around and closed the door, walked to Han Mo's side, and sat down.Han Mo didn't speak, neither did Shui Hanjiang. The two of them just sat in silence. There was only one small window in this small house, and it was pitch black outside the window. From time to time, a burst of raindrops could be heard hitting the glass. Sound, it's still raining outside.

"Little Mo..."

Han Mo hugged his knees with both hands, with a blanket on his back. Although the whole room was steaming, he still felt cold all over his body.

"It's okay, it's okay, it'll be fine..." Shui Hanjiang couldn't say any comforting words, he just hugged Han Mo's body lightly, repeating in his mouth.

"Are we... all going to die?" Finally, Han Mo spoke, his voice so hoarse that he could hardly hear what he said.

Shui Hanjiang sighed, nodded, shook his head again, and said, "I don't know. We've been trying to find a way, haven't we? And... it's shown in the Book of Apocalypse that we are the ones to be damned, you... won't Something's up..."

"Apocalypse?"

Han Mo felt chills all over his body. He suddenly thought that there has been such a legend in ancient times that the world was created by God. God created the world in seven days and then destroyed it in ten days!In ten days, different disasters come one after another, which will wipe out all civilizations and start the history of the world again!Before God destroys the world, he will select some envoys to let them see the Apocalypse, which is the prophecy of the last days.

Is this the Apocalypse?Han Mo seemed to suddenly understand.

"Can destiny really not be changed?" Han Mo didn't know whether he was asking a question or stating the facts.

"At least we're trying!"

Sure enough, exactly as Han Mo thought, except for the three disasters that have ended, the next seven disasters will continue to be staged. He can't see the process, but can only see the end of each disaster, and there will always be someone dying beside him.Xiang Xin was swallowed by the flames of the explosion, Chu Yue was pierced by a sharp boulder, Dai Li's body was sent to the crematorium, Shen Mingxi was frozen forever, Lu Liang Qianqian was swept away by a furious tsunami, Yan Wei was smashed into the ground by a huge meteorite Endless hell...and him, Shui Hanjiang...

The scenes played before his eyes like a movie, but they were extremely real, even if the palm of his hand was accidentally cut by a sharp stone, he could feel the pain, the bright red blood was warm and sweet.On the last day, the endless calamity finally came to an end, and only Shui Hanjiang was left by his side.

"This is the Apocalypse? Everyone's future, including mine?" Han Mo sat on the barren and broken land. I don't know how long time has passed. This touch of green appeared on the broken land. The dead tree has regained its vitality and sprouted small green buds.

At a certain time, the world returned to chaos and mist. Han Mo stood on the barren land again. There was no light, no water, no life, and there was no river of cold water beside him. Standing in front of him was a peaceful man. He was exactly the same person, with the same face, the same body shape, and the same clothes. The only difference was the coldness and numbness on his face, like a god without emotion, looking down at him, an ant.

"Who are you?" Han Mo was a little confused.

"I am you!" The other party replied.

"All this is your fault?"

"No, what you see is true. The future of the world is also your future... I think you should be able to understand that this is the Book of Apocalypse!"

"Sure enough...but why did you let me see it?"

"I don't know, it's not up to me to decide."

"Who the hell are you?"

The other party was silent for a long time, with an imperceptible struggle flashing in his eyes, and finally returned to calm, but did not answer Han Mo's question: "The Apocalypse is also called the Ten Day Apocalypse. God created the world in seven days, and ten days later. Heaven destroys it, ten days represent ten different disasters, these ten disasters are started by ten executors, and end with their deaths..."

"Wait, the ten executors mean Shui Hanjiang and the others?"

"You...are..." Before he finished speaking, the other party's body instantly turned into countless bubbles, and Han Mo only had time to see the pair of eyes that were exactly like him but full of complex expressions in the dissipating light and shadow. Eyes, the world has returned to the scene after the annihilation, the world is still dilapidated, but occasionally the breath of life regenerates in some places.

Shui Hanjiang was lying on his lap, with the breeze blowing gently, his long eyelashes fluttered a few times with the wind.

"I smell life..." Shui Hanjiang half-opened his eyes, looking at Han Mo sleepily.

"All the misfortunes are over, and a new world is about to begin." Han Mo choked up, tears streaming down Shui Hanjiang's face.

"Really? That's good...I feel so tired..."

"Then go to sleep..."

In the end, Shui Hanjiang closed his eyes and never opened them again.

The new world is recovering, new species are being born, and the human beings who survived the catastrophe may open a new era, but no one can remember the previous civilization, and all the old times are buried in the final catastrophe. People know how many civilizations there were in the world, and how many civilizations were destroyed. These are just an insignificant part of the long river of eternal time.

Everyone says that the end of the world is terrible, and various disasters destroy countless civilizations, but who knows that the easiest way to make a civilization disappear is to let its descendants forget it forever!