If her sister had told Ye Anan when she was eighteen years old, the end of the world would break out on November 7th of that year.
Ye Anan would only anxiously call her a psychiatric specialist number and add the sentence "Are you okay?"
Who would have thought that in the early morning of that day, he would turn around and see his sister thoughtfully asking him to have midnight snack. Looking at her eight pairs of hungry eyes, Ye Anan was so moved that saliva flowed from his eyes.
Ye An'an: It's fierce, it's the end of the world. ———————————————————————— On the first day of the apocalypse, the cheap half-sister mutated on the spot and almost swallowed her own head.
Ye An'an: Don't panic, it's a small problem.
On the sixth day of the apocalypse, he was surrounded by five human-headed centipedes with blood-red eyes.
Ye Anan:? Are you playing with me?
On the eighth day of the apocalypse, Qingmei Liluo, the only spiritual sustenance, was attacked by a parasitic beast and turned into a half-human, half-spider mutant.
Ye An'an: I'm tired, let's destroy it.
A meteor brings a short-lived spectacle, but also brings indescribable parasitic beasts.
Scattered stumps, shrill screams, twisted torsos, and the parasitized humans turned into ugly monsters, preying on survivors everywhere. Guanglu's bizarre doomsday, bloody parasites, twisted people's hearts, and collapsed social system.
Is this sudden disaster real? Real or fake, fake or real, fantasy or reality.
Ye Anan: vI am fifty, and I will help you solve the mystery of the truth
The background is private, not a traditional apocalypse. The text is written by a cat. Please be merciful if there are any bad things.
Purpose: Why we live