Chapter 248: Chapter 184: There Are Two Deadlines in This World—One’s Thirty-Five, the Other Is Now... I Guess?
And now that Lin Hao is free, he decides to take advantage of the eve of the world’s destruction to communicate with this zombie:
"Hello."
...
"Dead."
"They are all dead."
Just a moment ago, under Sang Biao’s perception, all the zombies in this city died.
Except for him, they’re all dead.
His tribe, his clansmen, they are all dead.
A strong sense of loneliness and fear enveloped Sang Biao.
But why didn’t he die?
No one gives Sang Biao an answer.
Sang Biao really wants to communicate with the world’s consciousness again, but as the space collapses, he cannot empty himself at all.
After he became a zombie, there was no pain response, but just now when the spatial rift slashed across his body, the pain penetrated his heart as if his whole soul was trembling.
To avoid these spatial rifts, Sang Biao had to assume all kinds of twisted postures.
Even though his muscles were stiff and his bones hardened, it was fine, they could just be broken.
Even if he loses some limbs and organs, he can still go outside and replenish.
An entire city’s worth of spare bodies...
Though this city may also disappear, right?
But survive as long as possible, Sang Biao still has the instinct for survival.
Perhaps now, this is the end of his life, isn’t it?
In front of Sang Biao, it seems like a carousel of memories is flashing...
The scene freezes at the end, it was the last five minutes before he turned into a zombie.
Sang Biao’s face was hit with a stack of documents by his bald-headed superior.
"You can’t even do this right? What use are you! You’ve really disappointed me, you’ve truly let me down! Leave, I don’t ever want to see you again."
The feelings at that time, Sang Biao can no longer recall clearly.
Perhaps it hurt a lot, or perhaps not at all.
Specific work matters, Sang Biao also cannot recall clearly.
Perhaps it was the superior’s problem, or perhaps the superior’s superior’s problem.
After all, all his finalized plans required the approval nod from his direct bald-headed superior before they could be printed.
But regardless of whose problem it was, Sang Biao distinctly remembers not daring to retort even once.
He is exactly thirty-five years old now!
This year, he must tread carefully, with caution, being too impulsive would mean being optimized out.
With elders above and kids below, he cannot afford to be as carefree as young people, resigning just like that, deciding to reform the workplace just like that.
But...
He really wanted to bite someone.
Sang Biao licked his lips, squatting slowly on the ground, picking up the scattered documents one by one.
After collecting the documents, he would talk properly with the bald-headed superior again.
In the drawer, there’s still a pack of cigarettes meant for gift-giving, which his wife bought in advance for him.
At the workstation, there’s a bottle of liquor intended for gifting, left over from the wedding with his wife.
In his wallet, there’s an anonymous supermarket gift card meant for gifting,...
Click.
Click.
Click.
Listening to the footsteps, it was the bald-headed superior approaching.
The bald-headed superior stepped on the documents.
Sang Biao: Really wanted to bite someone.
The bald-headed superior looked at Sang Biao, frowned.
Sang Biao: Really wanted to bite someone.
The bald-headed superior kicked Sang Biao on the shoulder of his half-squatting body:
"I’ve told you to leave, why are you still here?"
All of Sang Biao’s body lay flat on the ground, his head hit the floor.
The feelings of that time, Sang Biao can no longer recall clearly.
Perhaps it hurt a lot, or perhaps it hurt a whole lot.
Sang Biao only remembered touching the back of his head, seeing blood.
Instinctively, Sang Biao licked his palm...
Roar!
"Let you leave, not let you... No, ah!"
The memory came to an abrupt halt.
The spiritual sting from the spatial rift cutting through his body made Sang Biao tremble uncontrollably.
Going to die.
Just in time for the carousel of memories to be completed, his life is about to end like this, just like in TV series and movies, with the fear of reality, the romance of art, and.....
Huh?
Sang Biao felt he seemed to be overthinking.
Is this prelude to death a bit too long?
Sang Biao opened his eyes, but found that his body, for some reason, had already lifted off into the air.
Why am I not dead yet?
Sang Biao felt something was wrong, I’ve completed my carousel, my emotions are in place, the spatial rift has already touched me, why am I still alive?
Is this somewhat inappropriate?
And, why am I flying?
Is it because I’ve awakened some new ability?
But Sang Biao quickly concluded that he hadn’t awakened any new ability, and the direction of his flight was directly toward White Impermanence of the Underworld.
Moreover, around him, there seemed to be a special power.
Very thin, but very reassuring.
Surrounded by this power, Sang Biao had a feeling that as long as this power existed, after the world completely collapsed, he would...
Die without pain.
If someone could hold a funeral for him, Sang Biao would tell them, that he wanted a joyous funeral, to keep it cheerful.
However, Sang Biao’s whimsical thoughts didn’t last long.
Because the closer he got to White Impermanence, the more he felt an impulse to worship.
The whimsical nature of his thoughts birthed a sense of guilt...
Death is such a solemn thing, how could he behave so cheerfully?
Even though it wasn’t his first time dying either, he still must maintain the most basic respect for death.
And in the process of moving closer to White Impermanence, the ultra-thin power around his body seemed to grow more fragile.
However, looking ahead, he was about to approach White Impermanence, and it seemed like there weren’t too many spatial rifts around White Impermanence, the unknown power should be able to hold on.
