The nature of the world, if it were a tree.
Then her bright side is like the gorgeous bright leaves of this tree, but the ugly trunk is her true face and its true component.
They use the decayed matter of the shiny surface as nourishment to cover up something underneath that others cannot see.
The rulers made clothes from those leaves, the upper class imitated the same, and the wise men saw the underlying nature but also accepted it happily.
In the library, Zhao Qian held a strong flashlight that he had prepared from the station in his left hand, and the Oriental long sword in his right hand.
Standing in front of the collapsed bookshelf, I glanced at the yellowed paper label posted in front of the bookshelf, General History of the United States.
I ignored the small English book "Washington Stories" on the ground that was always surrounded by thick dust, and I could read the title at a glance.
I flipped it casually on the ground with my feet and lost interest.
This book area should be very close, but this place is a bit too dark.
Scattered among the collapsed bookshelves were many things that looked a bit bigger than their heads, and many of them showed signs of being eaten by some large rodents.
Very strange.
Because most of the things here are still the same as they were before the disaster.
Even the footprints on the rotten wooden floor were made by Zhao Qian.
It’s as if this place has not been touched by the group of outsiders from the food collection team.
Same as ever.
"Unscientific."
Lighting a cigarette for himself, Zhao Qian held the sword in his hand again.
This place was not completely dark.
At least a few beams of sunlight penetrated through the broken glass that was not covered by the curtains, creating the Tyndall effect often mentioned in chemistry textbooks. .
After taking a few steps forward, there were several groans of wood being eaten by termites under my footsteps.
The dried carcasses of several large, unknown animals blended into the dusty bookshelves.
With so many legs, it looks more like some kind of mutated insect.
Radiation causes irreversible changes in all species.
According to the conversation with Old Ivan at the underground gathering place last night, insect-like creatures larger than ordinary humans even appeared in the Texas Gobi.
The sparks from the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness.
There wasn't even a mosquito in this kind of place.
After blowing out the smoke from his nose, he finally found what he wanted in a small corner of the bookshelf.
On a bookshelf, the bottom is filled with dusty newspapers, followed by some magazines and documents.
These are things that sell well or are relevant in the city.
Strong flashlight, I looked online, and finally found what I wanted in several books related to this city.
A Brief History of Luotuo City, a book with many cobwebs on it.
Although some people wanted to complain that the city names in the Terminator world were similar to those in the Resident Evil world, Zhao Qian didn't think that much.
Hold the flashlight in your left hand and reach for it with your right hand.
Warning sign.
There wasn't even a sound of wind.
"Click"
Something hit the back of his neck, and there was a sound of the protective cover breaking.
"Protection: 0150, cooling down."
As Zhao Qian's attributes have gotten higher and higher, this transparent shield has become completely useless, or more like an early warning mechanism.
The book fell to the floor.
The long sword was backhand, but there was only air.
Zhao Qian turned around and looked behind him, using the light of the flashlight that escaped in the darkness to scan the surroundings, but found nothing. ghost Some uncertain thoughts came to mind, but they were quickly dismissed.
Instead of believing that there are ghosts in this world, he would rather believe in the opponent's attack method or attack angle.
Besides, this kind of environment.
Everything can be hidden quietly.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
The long sword lit up with the light of a strong flashlight, and it could be seen through the loose cracks in the library that the sun outside was poisonous.
"Pfft."
The sword penetrated three-thirds of the thick dust-covered curtains, and the half-pull curtain shook off dust all over the room, mixing with the dazzling sunlight that shone in.
This corner window pane was much better than its purchaser could have imagined, and after all these years it was still just stained with dust.
But that's not all he planned.
The keen instinct of a beast also discovered what was behind him at this moment.
Quietly A completely perfect killer. roll.
Zhao Qian didn't regret at all that he was wearing old clothes unique to apocalyptic people, mixing them with the dirt on the ground.
After dodging the fatal blow, the long sword he was holding fell to the side.
Crossbow, a bright silver crossbow appeared in his hand while squatting.
That thing obviously wanted to hide on the ceiling again like it did before.
"Peng Dang" The sound of the sword hitting the ground mixed with the sound of arrows hitting the plastic ceiling.
Missed.
Zhao Qian pulled it smoothly and tore off the old piece of cloth that had already been cut.
The midday sun in the town shone on the side of his face.
He raised his head and looked at the top of his head through the somewhat dazzling light.
The ceiling was covered with old and new cobwebs.
"hiss" A man, a black humanoid creature who was obviously not used to the sudden change in light and temperature, cried out.
Zhao Qian squinted his eyes, and he could clearly see the thing's mouth, which was like an insect's mouthparts.
This is not the point, but this creature is crawling on the white and yellowed ceiling like a gecko or a spider.
Behind the slim figure is a tail that doesn't look like a decoration at all.
I already had some answers in my mind, and I threw out a recognition.
Maybe all the humanoid creatures that can surpass ordinary people in Old Ivan's heart are like this.
He glanced at the dried bones on the ceiling that must have been spun out by this guy to stick to animals or humans, and there was more murderous intent in his eyes.
It's just a beast.
He picked up the sword as the creature sprang toward him
.
: