allonlinenovel Chapter 334 Happy New Year
Chapter 334 Happy New Year
"The origin of the apocalypse?!" Gong Jingming stared blankly at the coffin in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the answer he had been searching for for so long was right where he had opened his eyes.
He instinctively reached out to touch it, then quickly withdrew his hand: "Should we report this to the authorities?"
“No.” Miao Yin’s fingers traced the runes on the coffin. “Telling them is useless; the things inside have already escaped.”
Tu Hao cast a questioning look at him: "What is that?"
"A wisp of black smoke."
"You mean, this deadly apocalypse is actually caused by ghosts and gods?"
As a materialist, Tu Hao found it somewhat difficult to accept.
He had considered that it might be a virus invented by some country, or an evolutionary mutation in nature, but he never imagined that he would see a coffin left behind from some unknown dynasty.
Miao Yin shrugged and said indifferently, "Why can't it be? Tu Hao, you are also a superpowered person. Sometimes, compared to technology, the idea of ghosts and gods is easier for people to accept."
In the illusion, Miao Yin clearly saw that when the man fell, there was nothing under his feet.
After the white jade shattered, a wisp of black smoke clearly floated out. The thing that truly brought him down was the culprit that caused the apocalypse.
All that remains now is the container that once sealed it.
Although she didn't know what the container was, even though it was just an empty shell, it still made her feel so uncomfortable.
This thing must not fall into the hands of others.
With a flick of her finger, Miao Yin put the coffin into the Guanyin Eighty-Eight Temple.
"We've got the crystal core and the coffin, so we don't need to come here anymore," she said.
Gong Jingming nodded: "Then let's go out."
Tu Hao let out a long sigh and caught up with the two of them.
The group found the emergency exit in the morgue and walked back to the upper floor from there, but what they saw when they opened the door stunned them.
"The rooftop?" Tu Hao frowned.
Miao Yin stepped out from behind him, and what came into view was a sky blocked by thorns.
Looking back, the door to the morgue behind me had disappeared, replaced by an ordinary elevator leading to the rooftop.
"We should have been underground just now, how come..." Gong Jingming looked bewildered.
Miao Yin seemed to realize something, looked down, and saw a bright white light flash across the crystal core in her hand.
She shook her head and scoffed, "Even in death, he's still so restless."
"The morgue scene just now was actually an illusion," Tu Hao said thoughtfully.
"It's only half an illusion; it couldn't be this realistic." Miao Yin walked onto the rooftop.
Looking back now, the black passage that suddenly appeared during the fight was the strangest thing.
No matter how much a fortune teller retains his obsessions from his previous life, he is still a mutant at heart. It's simply impossible for him to dig a road directly from the upper floors of the hospital to the underground morgue.
She traded a knife to her heart for a chance to escape the illusion, but when she jumped into that passage, she entered a new spatial illusion.
However, this illusion contained a real pile of corpses and a coffin. Presumably, the diviner used this method to hide the dangerous coffin, which also prevented the army from finding the bodies of their comrades.
Miao Yin walked to the edge of the rooftop, gently waved her hand, and a flame flew into the sky, burning through some of the thorns. Then, as she wished, she saw Ling's attention drawn to her.
Ling smiled and gathered up all the thorns that were flying everywhere. She knew that it was all over inside.
Suddenly, the ground shook. Miao Yin looked up and saw dark clouds pressing down heavily, accompanied by deafening thunder.
As Tu Hao put away his gun, he said, "The world has changed."
"It sounds like a torrential downpour."
It's not a good time to travel during heavy rain.
Miao Yin said, "Let them all come in, rest for the night, and we'll leave tomorrow."
Gong Jingming gestured upwards towards the crowd, indicating that they should go into the hospital to take shelter from the rain.
"Rumble--"
The thunder grew more intense, dark clouds surged and flashes of lightning streaked across them, and a muffled roar shook the entire earth.
Miao Yin covered the trembling railing under the resonance and looked into the distance as if she could sense something.
From this vantage point, you can see half the city unfolds before your eyes.
The trees along the roadside had long since withered, leaving only their trunks, and wrecked vehicles were piled up under the mottled walls, showing no signs of life.
This place is deathly silent, this place is desolate.
"Speaking of which, the New Year is almost here."
After entering the apocalypse, people's concept of time is not as clear as before. Only after this was mentioned did the two realize that it was already January.
Meanwhile, Peng Si, who had already returned to Mengcheng, finally finished the backlog of work. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He opened the office window, lit a cigarette, and looked out while exhaling smoke.
Since the end of the Black Tide, the number of mutants has dropped significantly, and they haven't been attacked by mutants for a long time.
The safe outside world has made finding supplies and expanding the base much easier. Now, Dream City is filled with hope after surviving the disaster. Perhaps good days are really coming.
Children were jumping and playing on the road with firecrackers in their hands, creating a lively atmosphere that even passersby couldn't help but cast envious glances at.
"This place is empty! Let's stay here!"
Someone said something, and they gathered around the open space, took out a lighter that they had somehow gotten from some adult, and lit the firecrackers.
As the first firecracker of the New Year exploded in the hands of a child, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, and the seawater suddenly overflowed the warning line!
Peng Si dropped the cigarette in his hand, and then there was a knock on the door behind him.
"Go in." He heard his own hoarse voice.
"Captain, Elder Lu wants you to go to the command post."
The cement road was quickly soaked by raindrops, and Peng Si stared blankly at the spot where the cigarette had fallen.
In just a few seconds, it was submerged in the puddle.
A thunderclap boomed, and a torrential downpour began. On the command center's screen, a red line quietly rose, illuminating the cane in Old Lu's hand.
On the high floor of the abandoned hospital, Miao Yin's bright red fingernails were wet with rain. She raised her hand and let the rain fall on her face, hair and palms until she was soaked.
The sudden downpour shrouded the entire world in a curtain of rain, a gray haze as if covered by a veil. Miao Yin opened her eyes, her gaze devoid of sorrow or joy.
"Happy New Year."
In the desolate wilderness, the sound of mysticism blesses the world.