3S Waste Talent, the King of Sand Scraping

When the beast tide receded, the eyes of the younger sister Zhao Xiaotian was protecting were still open, but there was no light left. "Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu!" Zhao Xiaotian hugged his sister's cold body, his voice was too hoarse to be human. There is no response, and there will never be a response. From that day on, Zhao Xiaotian lost all meaning of life. He is still immortal, and in the fight with monsters, he will still be resurrected in the next second of life and death. He wandered aimlessly and witnessed the collapse of the human front at an alarming rate. Witnessed the fall of one village after another, and the deaths of groups of survivors. The legend of the undead has been spread among the survivors to a small extent. Someone once tried to stop him, but found that apart from being immortal, he had almost no fighting ability. You even need their protection to escape from the monsters. In fact, after he was killed enough times, the monster lost interest in him and left. Ten years. Zhao Xiaotian has lost count of how many times he has died. He was torn to pieces by you, hid in a cave to death of hunger, thirst, and freezing, and even his whole body slowly festered and was poisoned. Experienced all possible ways of death, but will always be resurrected in the next second. He is the only one left in this world, and there are endless monsters and beasts. When the last beast wave comes. Zhao Xiaotian returned to the place where his sister lived and died, lying quietly on his sister's small tomb, watching the black wave coming on the horizon.