Throwing a steel coil at supersonic speed with one hand, you let me travel through the heavens!

Brain explosion?

Or perhaps he'll become mentally impaired for the rest of his life?

Regardless, Wei Qingzhou would never look at it a second time.

He got up, quickly drew the curtains tightly shut, then returned to the wooden sofa, took out compressed biscuits and a bottle of water from his backpack, and ate them one biscuit at a time.

Although it was Wei Qingzhou's first time eating compressed biscuits, he felt that they weren't as unpalatable or difficult to swallow as described in novels. After all, they were products of modern industry, and it wasn't too difficult to achieve high energy, high satiety, and decent taste.

After finishing his meal, he took out his phone and tried it out.

There is no internet, no signal.

This was somewhat expected.

According to the system's description, after evil descended upon Earth, it indiscriminately polluted life, causing human civilization to collapse instantly. The technologies that were once a source of pride were never even put to use.

Otherwise, given the power of firearms, no matter what kind of human-faced rat or mutated teddy bear it is, as long as it is a carbon-based life form with flesh and blood, it cannot withstand a burst of fire from an assault rifle!

"If I could bring a gun in, I wouldn't need any steel coils. I could teach those monsters a lesson and show them what 'equality for all beings' means."

"Unfortunately, China is not America."

Wei Qingzhou shook his head, stopped daydreaming, took out a few novels he had downloaded offline on his phone, leaned back on the sofa and started reading to pass the time.

For the next several dozen hours, he stayed in room 304 and did not go out.

Eating, drinking, relieving oneself, and sleeping are all done in this old house of about 60 or 70 square meters.

The community had been without water and electricity for a long time, and not a drop of water could be squeezed from the taps. There was a little water left in the toilet tank, but Wei Qingzhou didn't dare to use it.

Anyway, he had enough bottled water to drink.

As for taking a bath?

It's a miracle we even survived!

Although I stayed indoors for the past three days, things were far from calm.

Especially after nightfall, the deathly silent world seems to suddenly come alive, with all sorts of eerie and terrifying cries surging in from outside.

There were all sorts of sounds: the calls of wild cats in heat, the howls of wolves, the cries of babies—it was hard to describe. Even more disturbingly, he heard someone calling his name outside the window.

"Wei Qingzhou..."

"Wei Qingzhou... are you in there... come out..."

When he first heard it, Wei Qingzhou was so frightened that he leaned against the sofa, gripping the fire axe tightly with both hands, ready to chop it out and physically exorcise the demon at the slightest sign of trouble.

Fortunately, the voice changed afterward.

"The college entrance exam is over, let's go relax and reward ourselves."

"Qingzhou, I like you."

"Let's go online!"

"Wei Qingzhou, let's check the answers. Holy crap, how do we choose C for this question? Isn't it two short and one long, so we choose the long one?"

Wei Qingzhou knew the saying that curiosity killed the cat, so he didn't bother to find out who was talking outside the window. After getting used to it, he put his earphones in and listened to music to fall asleep.

He later realized that no one was speaking outside the window; he was just hallucinating.

At first, Wei Qingzhou didn't pay much attention.

So what if it's auditory hallucination? At most, it'll just torment your ears and make it hard to sleep.

Until... Wei Qingzhou saw a health bar of 10,000 HP appear above the chair, and snowflakes of cheers from Bilibili flew across the wall. Liu Huangshu, sitting on the sofa next to him, raised his glass and shouted, "Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

Even more outrageous, the old-fashioned, bulky television suddenly turned on, and several disheveled ghosts crawled out of the slightly protruding screen, then began singing and dancing in the living room.

At that moment, Wei Qingzhou knew things had gone wrong.

I'm hallucinating!

The auditory and visual hallucinations brought Wei Qingzhou to an extremely poor mental state.

He hadn't slept for two whole days, and the psychological pressure kept piling up. He was so exhausted that he almost reached a breaking point. He even had an urge to look out the window at the chasm in the sky.

Just one glance is all it takes to fall asleep instantly; it works fast and smells amazing.

However, Wei Qingzhou's survival instincts restrained him, and he did not look at the Sky Rift Abyss.

Because his subconscious was still thinking and judging that the negative state of auditory and visual hallucinations did not appear out of thin air, but may be related to the bite from the human-faced rat, or the environment of the whole world.

Perhaps the real concern about bites from the human-faced rat is not bacterial or viral infection, but rather the pollution on a psychological level!

Assuming the unknown evil is a Cthulhu-like existence, and this world has a sanity value setting, then Wei Qingzhou's current sanity value must be very low.

Under such a low sanity level, attempting to peer into the Sky Rift will undoubtedly result in the sanity level being reset to zero!

The outcome is self-evident.

Whether it's mutation, madness, or death, Wei Qingzhou cannot accept it.

Fortunately, he was mentally strong and had an unwavering will, managing to hold on by reading novels and listening to music.

Fortunately, I had my phone and a power bank.

Without a cell phone, even with plenty of water and food, Wei Qingzhou knew he couldn't survive.

The torment continued until the morning of the fourth day finally arrived.

One last hour!

With a pale face, dark circles under his eyes, and bloodshot eyes, Wei Qingzhou stiffly raised his head and looked at the chair not far from the living room.

"No health bar..."

He mechanically turned his head and glanced at the wall and the television.

"No bullet comments, no ghosts."

He glanced at the person in the next seat.

"Liu Bei also went home and didn't ask me to drink with him."

"Very good, seems to be in good condition. No hallucinations or auditory hallucinations for now. Let's check the wound healing."

Wei Qingzhou rolled up his trouser leg, and the moment the gauze was removed, his pale face changed drastically.

A face appeared on the scabbed-over wound.

This face has a nose and eyes, and looks very much like the face of a human-faced rat. Its features are distorted, ugly and evil.

She smiled at him as the gauze was removed.

Human-faced sores!

「!?」

Wei Qingzhou's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to rub his eyes.

"Is it another hallucination?"

"Who's the illusion? You're the illusion! Your whole family is an illusion!" the man-faced sore shouted.

Wei Qingzhou was about to reach out to touch him when the man-faced sore screamed again, its voice like a rat's: "Don't touch me!"

"How dare you, a filthy mortal, defile the pure and immaculate me?"

"..."

"It really was an illusion."

"Damn it, who's hallucinating? I told you I'm not hallucinating, I'm not... mmm... mmm..."

The mouth of the human-faced sore was stuffed with gauze, so it couldn't speak.

With peace and quiet restored, Wei Qingzhou began to investigate the true identity of the man-faced sore.

"Is it really not a hallucination?"

He was full of doubt and poked the eyes of the human-faced sore with his finger.

"hiss--"

Wei Qingzhou gasped in pain.

Excruciating pain!

It's like poking your own wound, and with salt and chili oil at that.

The human-faced sore, its mouth stuffed with gauze, had contorted features, as if screaming in agony, and crimson liquid welled up from its eyes in pain.

is blood.

Pain sharing?

Seeing this, Wei Qingzhou's heart sank to the bottom.

He tore off the gauze.

The man with the human-faced sore immediately cried out, "It hurts! It hurts! What are you doing!"