The End of the World: My Space Is Not a Warehouse but a Battlefield

In the bustling Binhai City, the Friday evening rush hour is coming to an end. The neon lights are flashing, the traffic is thinning, and the hustle and bustle of the city and a sense of relaxation that the weekend is approaching remain in the air. Without warning, a huge, eerie, blood-dropping red moon tore into the night sky, and the scarlet moonlight enveloped the city. Lin Mo quickly treated the wound and recovered the blood-stained fire ax and the remaining "ammunition". He stood on the edge of the rooftop, with the burning urban hell beneath his feet. In the scarlet moonlight, he looked across - Su Qingxue nodded to him, and disappeared into the shadow of the low building to face her own path of survival. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.