Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

Su Ming has not returned for ten days.

The date is getting closer and closer to December 21st.

Rumors are becoming increasingly prevalent on Earth.

The closer that day gets, the greater the panic becomes.

Doomsday rumors began to spread like wildfire online.

Some say that on December 21st, a great flood will descend upon the world and cleanse everything.

Some say it was a meteorite impact, just like the extinction of the dinosaurs.

Some say it's due to the melting of polar ice caps, causing an unknown ancient virus to rage.

A variety of apocalyptic versions and all sorts of horrifying claims are taking turns assaulting the public's psychological defenses.

This has caused some people who initially believed the doomsday prophecy to waver.

The spread of panic became a breeding ground for the bizarre, causing the monsters to multiply at an alarming rate.

Numerous unusual incidents have already occurred in various places.

However, the attitude of the Bureau of Abnormalities is somewhat ambiguous.

They neither exercised control nor made any statement.

This has led to an increasingly chaotic and unsettling situation on Earth.

"How many times have I said it?"

Zhou Zhengyang roared, "Handle any abnormal incidents that can be dealt with, and abandon those that are truly unmanageable."

"Focus all your energy on the identified sources of pollution."

"Before December 21, all registered pollution sources will be sent aboard the Ovation of the Deep Sea."

"Also, the materials I sent you before."

"Based on this information, immediately determine if there is a source of pollution and see if the transportation can be sealed off."

"Take as many as you can seal away."

On December 21, 2012, the Ode to the Deep Sea set sail on schedule.

This ship is destined to disappear into the annals of history, leaving no trace.

All Zhou Zhengyang could do was send all the pollution sources identified in 2012 onto the ship, so that they would disappear forever along with it.

Because only the source of pollution can disappear forever into the annals of history.

"Who will board the ship?"

"Okay, let me check the boarding list first."

That was not Noah's Ark.

It was a ship of death with no return.

Those selected to board the ship will disappear forever once Su Ming leaves.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhengyang looked at the boarding list for the Deep Sea Ode to the Ocean.

Cross out the names of several important figures from China.

Several key researchers were removed.

the other side.

Chen Zhiwei slowly walked to the rooftop.

Yu Mengnian kept looking at the sky.

For ten whole days, she stared in the same direction, motionless, her gaze distant.

"Have you found anything?"

Chen Zhiwei spoke softly, breaking the silence on the rooftop.

Yu Mengnian shook her head.

It's invisible.

The longer you look at it, the stronger that absurd sense of incongruity becomes.

Chen Zhiwei leaned against the railing, took out a thin cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

Yu Mengnian frowned slightly, but ultimately remained silent.

She knew about Chen Zhiwei's pressure.

"In the next doomsday scenario, besides Wen Qi, Shen Wanyu will also disappear."

Chen Zhiwei exhaled a smoke ring, his voice flat to the point of being indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

She has given up on documenting the 2012 apocalypse.

Because human observation of the Time Insects has completely ended.

In this apocalypse.

The only valid clue that humans have obtained is...

The Time Insects have never paid any attention to humans, merely showing a trivial curiosity.

"Next time, Tangtang will disappear."

"Then Xu Qinghe disappeared."

"Lin Jiajia has disappeared."

"Finally."

Chen Zhiwei raised her head: "Only..."

She paused for a second, forced a bitter smile, her back view as lonely as a gentle breeze, utterly helpless.

"I'm the only one left."

Yu Mengnian remained silent.

Because Su Ming promised to make her his pet character.

Therefore, she will disappear one day.

After everyone else disappeared, only Chen Zhiwei remained.

Alone, guarding this broken world that may have long since vanished, existing only in the past.

After a long silence, Yu Mengnian spoke.

You can do it too.

Chen Zhiwei shook her head: "Your choice is to fill the emptiness in your heart."

"This was the right choice."

"Your innate lack of emotion makes you unable to empathize with humans."

"Deep down, there is an almost cold and aloof air about him."

"In your eyes, I am just a smarter mortal."

Yu Mengnian hesitated, but ultimately couldn't find the words to refute her.

Chen Zhiwei is right.

She seemed to be his only friend.

But in reality, deep in Yu Mengnian's heart, there was always an insurmountable barrier.

From beginning to end, she remained detached from the masses, subconsciously separating herself from ordinary people.

That aloofness drew a clear line between her and ordinary people.

"When your heart is filled."

"Whether it's abnormal or distorted, it's a kind of fulfillment for you."

"One kind, the fulfillment of humanity."

Chen Zhiwei turned to look at her, her eyes serious.

"Yu Mengnian, in the world of cultivation, you are a high and mighty fairy, and no one can compare to you."

"You are destined to ascend to the heavens and join the ranks of the immortals."

"This is your strength, but also your lack of humanity."

"Has anyone ever told you that you lack humanity?"

At this point, Chen Zhiwei's expression became extremely serious.

For the first time, she asked in an accusatory tone, "Tell me honestly, in your heart, is Earth a dream, or is the world of cultivation a dream?"

Yu Mengnian replied, "Blue Star."

But she paused for a second before giving her answer.

That one second revealed her hesitation.

At this moment, she might still be able to distinguish between reality and dreams.

But what about the future?

In 2012, on Blue Star, she was 19 years old.

In the world of cultivation, she is almost 200 years old.

Nine-tenths of my memories are from the dream world of cultivation, and only one-tenth are from the real world of Earth.

The torrent of memories accumulated over the years is quietly blurring her boundaries.

"I can distinguish between truth and falsehood, and I won't confuse reality with illusion."

Yu Mengnian repeated.

But Chen Zhiwei knew her too well.

Her repetition, on the contrary, revealed her unease.

"That's why, in 2026, no matter how much I tried to persuade you, you insisted on trying to become a Sixth Awakener."

I know what you're thinking.

"The torment of being slowly boiled like a frog in water is not as good as the decisiveness of burning one's boats."

"You want to use the most devastating and resolute force to blast a path through."

"But don't forget."

"The direction of the world, the future of the world, should never be decided by the first person."

There are millions of ordinary people in this world.

"You can ignore them, you can disregard their thoughts, but you must see them."

"This is human nature."

"Su Ming is better than you in this respect."

"Wen Qi raised him very well, allowing him to choose a madness that was in line with common sense amidst endless madness and confusion."

"No matter how crazy he got, he never stepped out of the framework that Wen Qi had built for him."

"She's really amazing."

"Especially in raising them."

Even Chen Zhiwei began to admire Wen Qi at this moment.

A ghost raised a person very well.

Suddenly, the conversation shifted. Chen Zhiwei flicked her cigarette ash, her tone becoming relaxed, even slightly teasing: "You and Su Ming, slept together?"

After saying that, she squinted her eyes and gently clapped her hands.

Yu Mengnian was taken aback at first.

She was still a little unaccustomed to Chen Zhiwei's unconventional personality.

But he still nodded truthfully.

"How is it?"

Yu Mengnian looked around the empty rooftop, lowered her voice slightly, afraid of being overheard by "certain people".

She said, "So-so."

Chen Zhiwei instantly revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."

"It originates from emotion, but stops at a superficial level."

"Sex without feelings is of course mediocre; it's just a brief physical pleasure that leaves a huge emptiness afterward."

"You'll understand when you feel great both mentally and physically."

"All things are empty, only love, hate, passion, and grudges are real."

She looked up at the rising sun on the horizon, its gentle light spilling down.

Another beautiful day has begun.

The old blue planet is now a frozen abyss.

Su Ming was carrying Shen Wanyu as they sped away.

Behind them was a terrifying cold wave that froze everything.

Wherever it goes, everything freezes instantly.

Shen Wanyu hugged Su Ming's neck tightly, her gaze fixed on his tired profile.

How long has it been?

Even Su Ming himself couldn't remember.

How many Shen Wanyus did he save?

He couldn't count them all either.

The end times are endless.

That wasn't physical fatigue.

That's mental exhaustion.

Sometimes even he doubted whether he could really buy Shen Wanyu time and give her a chance to catch her breath.

In a daze, the oil painting on the Anthem of the Deep Sea involuntarily appeared in his mind.

In the painting, she stands quietly in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, with the surging night and the dark sea behind her.

The sea breeze ruffled her hair, making her look beautiful yet fragile, elegant yet lonely.

At that moment, Su Ming only felt amazed, his heart fluttered, and he wanted to possess it.

But looking back now.

His heart ached.

What was she looking at at that time?

Was she experiencing this boundless and endless pain at that time?

In a hazy state of mind.

A crisp, clear sound indicating an increase in favorability rang out quietly, faint and fleeting.

Whose favorability rating increased?

do not know.

It doesn't matter.

Shen Wanyu, nestled in his arms, gazed at Su Ming's weary face.

She didn't know why.

A sudden surge of bittersweet emotion welled up in my heart.

She gently stroked the boy she had just met, feeling a pang of tenderness.

When one is about to die.

It was this boy who appeared like a god and saved her.

"If you're tired, take a rest."

"I'm fine."

She said softly.

But tears kept streaming down her face.

My vision became blurry.

The outline of the boy in front of me overlapped in layers.

Countless similar figures intertwined in my mind, eventually merging into one.

This made the face, which should have been unfamiliar, become more and more familiar, more and more unforgettable.

Su Ming looked down at the girl in his arms.

She was always gentle, always patient, and always whispered "I'm fine" and "Thank you."

Even when he failed to protect her, there was never a trace of resentment in her eyes, only a sense of peaceful contentment.

As long as you've appeared in it.

Even if the ending is still death, she can still smile and gracefully pass away.

"You don't have to keep enduring it."

"Can you hold me and cry?"

"You can vent it all out."

"It's like..." Su Ming roared to the sky with exhilarating fury, "Ah—!"

"This damn apocalypse! Fuck you!"

"Come on! I'm right here! Go ahead and kill me if you dare!"

Shen Wanyu's eyebrows and eyes curved into a smile.

Following Su Ming's example, he looked up at the vast sky and shouted with all his might.

"Feed—!"

"I'm not afraid of you at all—!"

"I'm not afraid of anything—!"