After Death, the Bamboo Horse Becomes a Natural Disaster That Will Destroy the World

[The optimist beagle puppy was criticized by a dastardly male ghost and was super crazy. After being a widower for eight years, he became paranoid and possessive.] Jiang Xinglin died and came back to life. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had traveled eight years in the future. The world has changed, global pollution has occurred, the social system has almost collapsed, and disorder and chaos are as dangerous as the end of the world. And he gloriously became an investigator under the new system. Good news feeds the country, while bad news goes wherever there is danger. The penniless Jiang Xinglin was in despair: "It's better not to live." * Jiang Xinglin was most worried about his beloved friend. Fu Wang has a gambling father and a seriously ill mother. He is also talkative and withdrawn and has no other friends except him. He is simply weak and unable to take care of himself in this cannibalistic apocalypse. Jiang Xinglin worked hard to find his sweetheart, who was just as he expected. He lived in a dilapidated tube building. Although he had grown a lot taller, he had lost weight. At first glance, he looked like he had been tortured and had no food to eat in the last days. Jiang Xinglin decided to work hard and make sure to bring his best friend back to his former self! But something very wrong happened to Zhu Ma. While he was working, there were always prying eyes clinging to him greedily. After returning home, there were mottled red marks on his body that seemed to be entangled by tentacles. There was a low and sticky breathing in his ears. The dampness and stickiness made people feel chills. There was always something trying to get into his stomach. … People classify pollution sources as fragmentation, collapse, and pollution, with the top level being natural disasters. And Jiang Xinglin discovered that his frail bamboo horse, who could not take care of himself, had a pollution index?????? "Click" the room door was completely locked. Fu Wang stood behind Jiang Xinglin, his face blurred by shadows, paranoid and crazy: "Are you leaving me again?" Jiang Xinglin's heart froze. Damn it, my bamboo horse turned out to be a natural disaster. … The Bureau of Investigation defines fuma as the most dangerous first-generation pollutant. There have been countless devastating outbreaks in the past eight years, and just when everyone thought they were about to be finished together, the first-generation pollutants suddenly became silent. Just when everyone felt hopeful, the first-generation pollutants suddenly went crazy again. The Bureau of Investigation couldn't stand it anymore and begged Jiang Xinglin and Fu Wang to reconcile. Jiang Xinglin: "? You are a dead Taoist friend, but you are a poor Taoist!" Small theater Jiang Xinglin: "Let's talk about it, can we just stay together? Your tentacles hurt my butt." Fu Wan's face was pale and he smiled reluctantly: "You hate me? I will never appear in front of you again." Jiang Xinglin's conscience ached: "Oh no, don't cry!" Just coaxed, the next second My butt hurts. Grass is a plant. #Once a man becomes a widower, he can never go back# . Intention:.