Luo Ji's dream was to save up a million yuan, retire, and start enjoying old age ahead of schedule. He achieved that dream at the age of twenty-six. He had barely walked out of the bank with a million yuan when the apocalypse came crashing down.
Standing outside the bank, Luo Ji stared numbly at the bizarre human zombies around him and fell into deep silence. The briefcase in his hand dropped to the ground as five liters of blood poured out of his heart...
Heavens! Look what you've done!
Guided by the principle “better to live badly than die well; just survive as long as you can,” Luo Ji ate tree bark and chewed on grass roots. After scraping by for a few days...
Luo Ji: Forget it. I'm done living. Maybe I should just die.
If he had to die, he wanted it to mean something. Put bluntly, even in death, he wanted to take a few others down with him! That was Luo Ji's final obsession.
He doused an old house in gasoline, planning to use himself as bait to lure in a horde of zombies, then set the house ablaze and die along with those damned things.
The plan went smoothly, but he didn't die.
When he woke up again, he saw a boy with half-black, half-white hair.
The boy had saved him.
In Luo Ji's limited vocabulary, the boy was tall, thin, and incredibly handsome. Even the stars on TV couldn't compare to him in the slightest. But there was something wrong with him. He was a lunatic.
“I'll save the world.”
“The world needs me. I can't run away.”
The boy with the black-and-white hair looked cold and aloof, but the things he said were ridiculously funny.
One dark, windy night, Luo Ji ran away.
There was no way he could live under the same roof as a lunatic. What if the boy had a fit one day and mistook him for a zombie, then chopped him up? He wasn't about to waste his life like that.
Luo Ji ran farther and farther, turning left and right until he ended up at the zombie stronghold...
Luo Ji's vision went black. He put his hands together and sincerely prayed to the heavens for a regret pill. “If you give me another chance, I'll let the black-and-white-haired guy mistake me for a zombie and chop me to pieces.”
Perhaps the heavens heard his prayer. The boy with the black-and-white hair came down from the sky, but he didn't come to chop Luo Ji up. He came to save him. In the blink of an eye, a whole swarm of zombies turned to dust.
“My name isn't Black-and-White. It's Qi Feiniao.” Black-and-White held out a hand and invited Luo Ji, “Let's save the world together!”
Looking at the zombies reduced to ash, Luo Ji swallowed his refusal and took Black-and-White's hand. “I'll do as you say, sir.”
[The title and blurb may change before the story starts~2025.1.17]
Theme: The world is bright and beautiful! Make sure to live well!
