Doomsday Pavilion

July 15, 212 of the New Era Calendar, it should be the Ghost Festival.

In view of the general unwillingness of Mingguang people to accept this setting, the government has not encouraged much celebration.

Nostalgia or something, the most exaggerated thing for everyone is to pay tribute to the jewelry made of the bones of their loved ones. It is hard for them to imagine why human beings had gone to this festival before the cataclysm.

Well, wouldn't it be okay to be a dead man who is always young and young? There is one thing like a ghost on that big winged tiger. It looks ugly and pitiful.

Of course the point is that Zuo Molu's "movie" is finally going to be released, right on the newly built city wall.

Mingguang people, who have not seen a new movie in 200 years, are very excited. The crowds are crowded, and the keen-sniffing vendors realized the business opportunities earlier. From the early morning, they set up stalls where the movies were to be screened, and all kinds of food and drink. There is everything to play, and it is even more lively than the New Year.

The area of ​​the new urban area enclosed by the four walls is huge. The discussion on whether to establish an ordinary residential area has not yet ended, but at the very least, if this area is reasonably used, it is safe and secure enough to produce all the food, Fruits and vegetables no longer need ordinary people to risk their lives to collect these things.

The height of the new city wall has reached 200 meters away, and the night is hazy like an endless mountain range.

Although its effect on high-level monsters is limited, for ordinary people, this still does not prevent them from gaining a great sense of security.

"Wow~"

There was sound from speakers in all directions,

"Please keep quiet, please keep quiet everybody."

Huang Dashan, Lin Chou and others randomly found a big tree and sat on it, with clear vision and fresh air.

Shan Ye said,

"Beep the dog, how did the cactus do it? The authorities let go of curfew control, the garrison maintains order, Nima sells batches, and there is something in the pot."

Lin Chou looked around,

"Really no ads? Just watch movies? Vegetarian? This is not a potted plant!"

The warlock is looking forward to it,

"Here's here, I'm starting to release it. The special effects I made with my own hands, Oh, the effects are so old!"

On the city wall, blue light flickered, and a blurry picture gradually appeared. For the premiere, the picture quality was so scumbag that I'm sorry for the free audience.

The object in the picture seems to be a tree with no entity surrounded by light, and it is also like an octopus flying in the deep sea.

"My time is a loop, a closed loop of time, time has no meaning to me."

"Birth, death, rebirth, experiencing specious plots in repeated times."

"All people, things, and things can be the protagonist, but I am not. I am just an observer, unable to change or record."

"Everything will fade and decay in the dull repetition, emotions, memories, and interests are dull."

"When everything starts to blur, I can only choose a kind of'character' to be remembered and remembered. I seem to have a mission, perhaps a destiny."

"I have whispered to myself over and over again, don't watch, don't ask, don't say, every repetition is release and enjoyment, experience the same plot with a different perspective and personality, oh, or a somewhat similar plot."

The sound was silent and the picture turned black.

Huang Dashan took the opportunity to say,

"It's the damn sound of a potted plant? How come it's suddenly so... um... solemn? The goose bumps that I hear are all fucking up..."

The warlock put a black question mark on his face,

"Why don't I remember this paragraph?"

"Shhh... don't talk, this movie seems to be a little different from what we thought."

Tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people in the dark were discussing the voice and the meaning of these words. When the picture was lit again, the sudden needle drop was audible, followed by an uproar.

"Oh huh~"

"Lushan! This is the furnace mountain before it collapsed!"

"Nima, high teacher, that's how high teacher was when he was young!"

A strong middle-aged man covered with "money spots" burned by sparks was looking at a bow tire. There was light in his eyes, and the faint light of origin was faintly spinning around him. He looked for a while. Throwing the bow tire into the fire, adding various materials, smelting and demolding, eventually leads to a natural punishment.

The bow and arrow he cast succeeded and failed.

In the end, he didn't add the most critical material to it, because it would lead to more powerful punishments, and neither it nor him could bear it.

The young Blast Furnace who had suffered a hidden injury in the penalty of heaven fought against a huge dragon-shaped virtual beast, and shot an arrow, and the whole Mingguang cheered.

The middle-aged blast furnace fell from the sixth stage to the fifth stage and became old.

Once again, dozens of virtual beasts poured into Mingguang, the blast furnace died, and Mingguang was destroyed.

"Fuck..."

"What's the matter?"

"What's the situation? The high teacher just died like this? Is Mingguang over?"

"What do you know, this is a movie. Movies are born out of reality but higher than reality. This is an artistic expression."

There was a lot of noise from below, but the blast furnace watching the movie with its eyes squinted on the three walls was silent.

"Old man... it feels weird..."

The next moment, the perspective changes.

Mingguang is still that Mingguang, this time he appeared in an alley.

The blood was dripping, ordinary people, mutants and even low-level evolutionists were all fighting together.

This seems to be another version of Mingguang, which has elevated the advocacy of martial arts and bravery to the extreme. The entire Mingguang City looks very different. There are no modern facilities and equipment, and there is no garrison and personnel from the outbreak committee. There is only one person. Teams in black uniforms passed by, and they received fanatical and loyal eyes.

"It's Zhao Qingcang!"

Exclamation came from under the four walls.

The ordinary people in the movie also began to shout, and their enthusiastic eyes finally converged into the roar of a landslide and tsunami.

"Black Army! Black Army! Black Army!"

Zhao Qingcang, who is almost indistinguishable from himself in reality, wore a big black and red uniform, floating high above the Mingguang base city, and the thunder flickered between his waves.

"Wolf City is gone, the next stop is Luan Mountain, the inner city and outer city. No piece of armor is left, get rid of the roots!"

This Mingguang seems to have an extremely large population. There are millions of people in the black uniforms alone, marching in the wilderness like a black ocean.

Luan Mountain was easily erased, and those who escaped by chance, the "previous" survivors and the so-called "rebels" lingered and lived together on the coastline.

It was the first time that Ming Guangren saw the full picture of the so-called "Return to the Market" in the movie. It was actually a huge and frightening space gate, like a bizarre whirlpool, hidden under the coastline.

In the movie, Zhao Qingcang is playing with a black imaginary beast. It is as well-behaved as a little snake that carefully pleases its owner. For a moment, it hides under Zhao Qingcang’s skin and turns into a snake-shaped tattoo. , And Zhao Qingcang's body is covered with all kinds of strange virtual beast tattoos.