At the beginning, the system lacked a hundred years of life, and Qitian was forced to be a "boredom boy" for Sun Wukong at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain.
Many years later, Tang Monk went to the foot of Wuzhi Mountain after all the hardships, but did not find the hungry, thirsty and trapped monkey as expected.
All he saw was an exquisite villa that was out of place.
Pushing the door open, there is a Monkey King wearing headphones, holding an ice-cold Coke in his hand, and pressing the handle against the luminous screen.
On the screen, there is "Black Myth: Wukong" where blood and fire are intertwined.
The monkey raised his head and grinned, but there was no confusion in his eyes, only the joking and impatience that understood everything:
"You are finally here, old monk? I have been waiting for this day for too long."
When Qitian returned to reality, the warning was seventy-two hours earlier than the bloody dusk.
The steel torrent of nationwide blockade spread instantly, and isolation belts built the Great Wall between urban and rural areas.
Even with the precise control of the state machinery, the zombie frenzy still killed half of the population.
The survivors struggled to breathe under strict control.
On the other side of the ocean, the hedonistic carnival has not yet ended.
The slogan of "freedom" has become a breeding ground for viruses and corpses.
The city has become a hell on earth, and the tragedy is a hundred times worse than in China.
When survivors think that sealing off and fighting zombies is the end of the world,
The tremors deep in the earth, the tracks of alien stars in the sky,
It is quietly revealed that this catastrophe has just begun.
