The world of Jingblade was once a palette of rust and blood scab.
At the end of the decade, she split the throat of the deformed monster with a horizontal knife, chewed compressed biscuits in the radioactive dust, and was used to watching the same kind kill each other for half a bottle of water. Until the sudden gray fog enveloped her, and the moment the sword light split the fog, what she heard was not a roar, but a car horn.
In front of her eyes was a mountain of stacked "boxes" (later learned to be called high-rise buildings) that she had never seen before. People were wearing clean "rags" (later learned to be called clothes), laughing and making trouble, without any awareness of the death that passed by.
What's even weirder is that the dried black blood all over her body and the mud embedded in her fingernails disappeared completely the moment she stepped into this "dream". Only the shiny horizontal knife on her back reminded her heavily: this was not the world after death.
When the first "shadow" poked its head out from behind the trash can on the street corner and twisted its neck at an inhuman angle, Jingbian held the handle of the knife.
No matter if it's a new world or another hell.
Her knife only recognizes the heartbeat of living creatures and the flaws of monsters.
In the surveillance footage of the National Anomaly Administration, this woman who couldn't even understand "traffic lights" split the alienated body in half with her backhand. In the distance, scholars from the Supernatural Research Society were recording "energy fluctuations", the black marketeer's eyes were fixed on the knife behind her back, and the leaflets of the New World Sect were swirling in the wind——
Jing Ren licked the corners of his lips and tasted a familiar fishy smell that belonged to "inanimate things".
Very good, the "prey" here seems to be more cunning than in the last days.
Intention: Keep moving forward