Just when Tang Ye was worried that Song Muyuan might self-destruct due to the energy he couldn’t fully absorb, after an unknown amount of ti had passed, Song Muyuan’s belly, which had ballooned to the size of a car wheel, began to slowly shrink.
Seeing this, Tang Ye breathed a sigh of relief. It was hard enough to co across an intelligent zombie, and it would have been a pity to lose one so easily, but fortunately, this guy pulled through.
Everything was scary but safe in the end. Song Muyuan had managed to survive, and what was to follow was a coma period of five to twelve hours. After that ti, Song Muyuan would be a Level 5 zombie.
After a large, isosceles triangle-shaped scale armor grew from the back of Song Muyuan’s head, there were no significant evolutionary changes in other parts of his body, and Song Muyuan officially entered the coma period that zombies undergo during evolution.
As he stabilized, the zombies within Song Muyuan’s area of influence also cald down, and the once-busy town suddenly fell silent.
And Tang Ye was not idle either. The next second after Song Muyuan entered his coma, all the zombies of Level 4 and above around him seed to be drawn by so mysterious force, and they chanically stepped toward him, gathering around him.
They stopped only after forming a circle around Tang Ye, and Tang Ye quietly waited within the crowd of high-level zombies for Song Muyuan to wake up.
The vast starry river in the sky shifted its position bit by bit over ti from Tang Ye’s perspective, its faint cold light offering the pitch-black earth a negligible amount of brightness.
In such an apocalyptic world, at this ti, so may be watching the stars move towards the distance, so may begin to sleep in dark corners, waiting for the next day to dawn, while others may be teetering between life and death, letting out roars of despair in the night.
After an unknown amount of ti, a red line appeared on the eastern horizon, and Tang Ye stood up.
Daylight was breaking.
Following the appearance of that red line, beams of light like those from the swords of gods in the heavens fiercely pierced through the clouds, painting the edge of the sky in a bloody red. Wherever Tang Ye looked, the dark earth was awakening, revealing its true colors.
A while later, a part of the sun peeked out, its light that had illuminated the Earth for billions of years appeared once again, casting a splendid glow upon the land!
The red sun exuded a solemn and noble aura, like a true deity, loudly proclaiming to Earth, "I am the sun!"
The boundless darkness of the sky, under the illumination of the sun, scattered like mice fleeing a cat, and the sky regained its blue hue, while the far horizon on the east displayed a dreamlike pink, making one feel as though they were in an animated or fairy-tale world, experiencing boundless beauty despite the cruel and desperate tis they lived in.
This star, which had accompanied Earth for billions of years, brought hope for life with its light and heat, but its own temperature made all living things dread.
Tang Ye stared blankly, the sun in his sight making everything start to flow backward. The crazily growing evolutionary plants were shrinking back down, no longer collapsing haphazardly onto the ground. They were deconstructing, and the surrounding dilapidated buildings seed to be repaired by invisible hands: flaking wall coverings, exposed steel structures in the broken concrete, and the ruins of collapsed buildings on the ground.
In Tang Ye’s eyes, they were rising back into the air, returning to their place before they had fallen. The weed-covered streets were also being made anew, and the zombies around, as if they never existed, one by one disappeared from the corners of his casual glance. In no ti, the town seed to revert to the scene at the very beginning of the apocalypse, only now, there were no zombies, nor any human figures.
It was as if he was in a ghost town.
Tang Ye’s gaze was vacant, and his mind montarily stopped working. This scene was just too strange.
Why is this happening?
anwhile, Song Muyuan, who was lying not far away, also vanished imperceptibly. Tang Ye beca sowhat panicked, but he soon saw a figure suddenly appear on the street in front of him. Bathed in the dawning eastern sunlight, the figure appeared extrely delicate. He couldn’t make out the color or style of her clothes, but her slender figure seed like it could be blown away by a re breeze, a woman.
Tang Ye didn’t move; he couldn’t figure out what was happening. Just now, he had been drawn in by the sunlight, his mind filling with thoughts. As he thought and thought, this just happened—like a dream.
And that figure, Tang Ye felt she must have co for him.
He didn’t move, nor did he want to, because he hadn’t figured out what was going on yet. Why had ti reversed?
Yes, it was ti reversal! Tang Ye’s mind could only co up with this phrase to explain it.
It was too fantastical.
He waited quietly, and finally, the woman approached him step by step, and Tang Ye could see her face clearly. When he saw her face again, Tang Ye’s pupils sharply contracted, his expression a mix of surprise or astonishnt—predominantly cluelessness.
"Ning Yu’er!"
Tang Ye walked towards her in great strides, stopping in front of her and as he stepped forward, Ning Yu’er halted as well, waiting until Tang Ye was face to face with her.
"You... how could you be in this place?" Tang Ye didn’t even know how to describe his own feelings, nor how to start a conversation with Ning Yu’er—the end result was that he could only ask her in this straightforward manner.
However, oddly, Ning Yu’er didn’t answer him, just looked at him with a smile—a gentle smile akin to Mona Lisa’s.
"How did you find ?"
She said nothing, so Tang Ye quickly blurted out another question, but again, there was no response. After a while, Tang Ye felt that sothing was off.
"What’s... what’s wrong?"
As he spoke, he reached out to touch her, and at that mont, Ning Yu’er finally uttered a short phrase, just four words.
"Long ti, no see..."
Tang Ye’s reaching hand paused for a mont as he looked at her face. In the end, he still reached out, but he touched nothing at all—no sense of resistance.
His hand passed through an invisible barrier, and everything in front of him began to distort, turning into a flower that enveloped ti and space, filled with an eerie beauty.
For a mont, his consciousness drifted, and when he ca to, everything in front of him had reverted to how it was before—the decrepit, weedy streets; the buildings mottled and pockmarked; the zombies wandering quietly in their various locations; and the unconscious Song Muyuan was still not far away.
Tang Ye stood there stunned, taking a while to co to his senses.
"Here we go again, even as a zombie, I can’t escape this disease."
Tang Ye shook his head. He had had this condition for as long as he could rember—a condition known in dical terms as hallucinatory delusion syndro. Though, when he was still human, the condition was infrequent, sotis severe, sotis mild, but never lasting too long.
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