The Messenger of Fire in the Apocalypse

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I saw the author personally recommending the book to try out at the Chiji message board. Come on, cheers💪

To be honest, this book is well written, but let me tell you from the perspective of an old bookworm. First of all, I am sure that the author's writing style is suitable for online writing. He can talk about one thing clearly, and there is no problem in the details. The work can be read. Let me talk about the problems. The main problem is that it is not satisfying enough. I understand that the author wants to follow the realistic flow and does not want to write about online game-style monster fighting and upgrading. He may even explore some issues in the apocalypse. However, this kind of writing is absolutely unpopular in the online literary environment. It's not that it doesn't look good, but the online literary environment is like this. This is the main premise. Let's talk about the specific problem. It doesn't give the system and upgrades to fight monsters. There is no way to develop the main and secondary plots. There is very little interaction between the characters. The supporting characters are not outstanding and there is no advancement. There is no way to attract me to continue reading. I suggest that the author start a short and compact branch line to polish the supporting characters and then quickly start the main line. I hope it can be pointed out as soon as possible. Is it the protagonist's struggle to survive or the re-evolution of human beings or other settings. The above is purely a personal opinion. I do not guide the author in writing the book. No, you win.

It's another cliche plot of parents offering sacrifices to heaven and taking care of a younger sister. I feel that Lu Xueqiang and Wu Manqing are the male and female protagonists. After more than 40 chapters, the protagonist keeps calling Wu Manqing: Master Wu. A woman with little strength feels like the protagonist is licking a friend's girlfriend, which is awkward.

This book by the author is a masterpiece of the apocalypse. Hope will not fly.

Okay, so many of them look pretty good. Come on, author🌹

I have read less books about the apocalypse than anything else, and this one is very well written.

I won the full amount, no need to say more about my strength 🪖

Apocalyptic novels mainly rely on settings. You can refer to some previous unfinished but good-looking ones...

Why do novels always like to have a younger sister?

There are not many people writing about the last days. There aren't many good ones written. Book it all and add a monthly pass.

It's interesting. No matter it's practice or something, you can already do it. It doesn't matter if your grades are not good. It's difficult to be a niche person.

He drowsily closed his eyes in a dream. At some point, he felt that his eyes were surprisingly bright. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was dazzled by a white light. This was the light coming from the nearby building. What's strange is that every house has lights on, and it's clearly nighttime, but it's as bright as day outside. He didn't know where this was. His mind was groggy and he was hungry. He just wanted to find a place to eat quickly. He took out his phone and looked at the time, it was three in the morning. He walked along this brightly lit street, hoping to find a 24-hour convenience store. The more he walked, the stranger he got. The nearby shops were all locked and closed, but all the lights were on, computers were on, and the speakers were playing all kinds of music. It was like a ghost street with no one around but everything was going on as usual. He got goosebumps all over his body and walked faster. The sound of his footsteps was particularly obvious in the empty street. Soon, he saw a 24-hour convenience store and hurriedly walked in. The clerk inside was lying on the checkout counter and fell asleep, with the screen of his mobile phone still on. He bought some food and walked to the cashier. The clerk sat up sleepily, glanced at him and said, "Six yuan." He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the screen, only to find that the clerk glanced at him strangely. "Why did your phone just black out? Is it infected with a virus?" He felt baffled: "If the screen is locked, doesn't it mean it's black?" The clerk was also baffled: "Lock the screen?" "It's off? How is that possible? It's always running, so what about the power consumption?" The clerk was confused by what he said and felt like he was suffering from mental illness. He thought of the ghost street-like scene outside and asked: "So you never turn off the lights? Don't turn off the mobile phone? Don't turn off the computer?" "What else?" The clerk was very impatient and seemed to want to drive him out, a lunatic. He was quite in disbelief, and his voice rose three degrees: "Don't you know you want to..." He paused for a moment. He couldn't recall those words that had been engraved in his bones. He grabbed two handfuls of hair and suddenly felt panicked. He seemed to have forgotten something very important. Those words were clearly stuck in his mouth, but he opened and closed his mouth several times, but still not even a single word came out. He only felt panicked and confused. The clerk was too lazy to watch him continue to go crazy, and was just about to kick him out when the surroundings suddenly turned dark - the street that was bright as day just now was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. He suddenly laughed wildly and shouted: "Hahahaha! I remembered it, I remembered it! Save electricity!" People in the whole street screamed. The street, which was always bright at all times, was extremely dark at the moment. Fear grew and spread, driving people into madness. The clerk picked up his phone with trembling hands to read the news. His thin cheeks looked as scary as a ghost in the bright light. The clerk read out in a trembling voice: "There's a power outage? We've run out of coal... It's going to run out..." Hearing this, he stopped laughing wildly. He suddenly did not dare to think about what would happen to human beings today without electricity... His heart was beating violently. He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a dazzling white light in front of him. It turned out that he didn't turn off the light when he was sleeping.

Yue Liu is an ordinary person, she is ready to start the day. As soon as she opened the door, her foot slipped, she stumbled, fell down, and lost her identity. When she opened her eyes again, Yue Liu found that everything had become bigger. There is still choking smoke and the smell of coal in the air. There is a large white mist wandering in the street. The white mist is not like Qiansha, but thick like whitewashed dust. The first impression of Yue Liu is that it is suffocating and choking. She raised her head and found that she was a small one. She was a little frightened and hurriedly wanted to find something transparent to look at herself. By chance, there was a puddle of water beside her. But, everyone, is that really water? Dark and sticky, like a small pot refining donkey hide gelatin. If the soup was made by a chef, it would be too substandard! When you scoop it up with a wooden spoon, it will be sticky and stick to it. If you bite into it, it will probably stick to your teeth for the rest of your life. But we don't eat it either, do we? Our moon willow just uses it to reflect its own appearance. Yue Liu looked at her face in the black water and couldn't help but want to scream. However, she restrained herself. She subconsciously clenched her fists, biting them unconsciously, and the pain gradually penetrated her nerves. The pain became more and more irritating, but Yue Liu's brain became clearer. Oh, we have to borrow a famous saying, sores hurt us and leave scars, but those scars given only make us stronger. (Hahaha, I made it up, there is no such famous saying. I don't know where I saw it, but I remember it roughly.) Oh, everyone, don't think that Yue Liu is making a fuss. After being a person for many years, and suddenly being expelled, no one would collapse if I replaced him. Unless you are Free Control. Are you? Well, you're not. But, I am. Yue Liu looked at the reflection. It was no longer a young man in his prime, but just a mouse! A mouse that looks cute enough for human tastes. The pale white fur was meticulously combed, and the dark eyes were like obsidian. (Like a sentence summary of Mo Dianqi) To be honest, you can see the light inside. Just like in the dark night when no light can be found, there are always a few rays of moonlight passing through the woods, carrying the faint fragrance of the lotus pond and leaking into the world. However, Yue Liu remembered another thing. She didn't know when she accidentally watched boring science. Albino animals have almost zero ability to survive in the wild. They are not easy to get close to prey. Their easy-to-find body color is almost a bad joke played by nature. It is impossible to survive in the wild. Of course, it is an excellent cover in the Arctic and Antarctic. But this mouse lives in the city, you know. And it looks like a city that is developing during the industrial revolution. The road to wild growth is almost blocked by nature's joke. If you are a puppy or other lovable creature, even if you are a cat that Westerners don't like, because of your white fur, you can still be a salty fish by trying to flatter yourself. (If you meet someone who likes to skin animals, you are very lucky.) Unfortunately, you are a mouse. During the European Renaissance, so many people almost got sick because of the plague (Black Death) carried by rats. Thus began to doubt God, the church, and theology.

Thus came a vigorous Renaissance movement of ideological emancipation. Of course, it must be the budding capital here in Florence, Italy. It's a pity that rats are such creatures that everyone in Europe wants to beat them up, although they are not hated as much as cats. (In the West, there are still churches that judge cats and blatantly abuse them. Ironically, some people think it is a just act.) But, as a mouse, you are forced to be a pet, right? (The hostess is a different person. Besides, that episode was a satire on racial discrimination.) The route of becoming a pet was also passed. Thinking of this, Yue Liu felt sad in her heart. Why did I accidentally end up here? She sniffed and decided to leave it at that for the time being, taking it one step at a time. Yue Liu found a cardboard box at random and lay down in it. (PS: Of course, it is the smelliest place that can mask the smell of mice. Yue Liu doesn't want to play GG at the beginning) A dreamless night... As the morning light faded, Yue Liu got up. She decided to see if there were any parks or the like. The West always liked to build parks, and those designers always planted some pine trees and the like very thoughtfully. Of course, the ones you care about most are the cute chipmunks. Thinking of this, Yue Liu twitched the corner of her mouth sarcastically. What a double standard. However, as a human being, she would definitely wish for all the rats in the world to die. But she herself became a mouse and ridiculed humans for judging mice by appearance. She is also a double-standard dog herself, with a bad nature. She laughed to herself, and then thought about it no more. Live... Live well! That's the last word. Yue Liu fumbled and finally arrived at the park. She nestled in the corner and poked her head out, only to find that there was almost no one there at this time. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and walked out. It is autumn, and the fallen leaves are swirling and flying in the wind, preparing for the last performance. Everyone uses their heart. The autumn leaf butterflies in autumn are like real autumn leaves. They are about to pass away quietly in the golden wind of autumn, just like the light disappearing with the wind in the dark night. Layers of autumn leaves are spread on the ground, like a fine bed. When you step on it, it becomes soft and makes no sound. Autumn is always quiet, and even the rustling sound of autumn leaves only adds to the sadness of these two closing songs. Moon Willow found the lost acorn under the oak tree. (Of course, most of them have been robbed by squirrels, and some may have insect eggs inside, ready to sleep soundly all winter.) The brown acorns shine with a warm light under the not-so-warm sunshine of autumn. Just like the radiance of glazed porcelain. She sighed and decided to stay in this park. The food here is quite abundant for the time being. Before winter comes, let's stock up on food for the winter. As for the nest, Jun Buwen said, "I am born to be useful. The son of a mouse can dig holes." What? (Original sentence: I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I spent.) Yueliu lived here. She dug a hole under a tree stump here, and gnawed out a door from another tree stump. He glued the door firmly to the tree hole and made a door. As for what welded doors are made of... Well... Resin! (Xiao Heizi, do you eat fried cakes? After that, Yue Liu spent a good winter and lived well in this new home. When she had nothing to do, she silently wrote the poems she had memorized.

Here, the industrial revolution took several years to complete (I forgot how many years it took for the British Industrial Revolution. Anyway, it was the first to complete the industrial revolution. Oh, my Jenny.) New shipping routes were not opened to China. The Overland Silk Road has been occupied by another country. If you don't pay, you are not allowed to go, and there are high tolls. (The Austro-Hungarian Empire seems to be Ottoman Türkiye) Now Yue Liu can only miss his hometown and dare not think about returning. She worked as a mouse and found that her mouse could also understand English. It seems that this mouse's transverse bones are very well developed, and it can even speak human words. (6, Worthy of being a cartoon) Yue Liu stayed here for a winter. She is really, really boring. In the spring of the second year, the spring breeze spreads over the branches, and the bright flowers are still in bud, huddled in the buds, ready to apply makeup and bloom more beautifully. And Yueliu quietly jumped on a ship, preparing to go on a long journey. In the ship's kitchen, she only ate the vegetable leaves that were not needed for cooking. The leaves of radish are just cabbage leaves used for decoration. Then, she came to Paris, France... (Hmm... A month? What a joke from hell) (First of all, the timeline has changed. This should be before World War II and after World War I.) This place is completely urbanized, and cars are driving here in a constant stream. Perfume was dumped haphazardly down the drain. The various smells mixed together only made Yue Liu a little nauseous. She was going to find a cardboard box and sleep overnight. Then we can take a boat and leave tomorrow. Yue Liu walked aimlessly in the alley and reached the outskirts of the city unconsciously. Then, she found a little gray mouse. It's chubby and looks cute and naive. A pair of big ears swaying gently in the wind. And what surprised Yue Liu even more was that this mouse was wearing diapers! God, do rats still wear diapers these days? Moreover, he also wore a little yellow hat. The big hat with wide brim made it difficult to see the face of the little mouse. Yue Liu walked up, and the gray mouse tilted its head in confusion. Then he asked angrily: "Oh, what's the matter with this lady?" He was speaking in English and French. The little mouse's face was blocked by the hat, so some of the sounds were blurred. Yue Liu thought for a while and then said: "It's okay, your hat is a little crooked. Can I help you put it straight?" The voice of the little gray mouse came over for a moment, "Thank you, Miss! I was worried about this hat!" Yue Liu put the hat straight, revealing a particularly cute little round face. The silvery white moonlight shone on his face, making his gray round face seem to be glowing. Then, the face covered with gray fluff turned red visibly to the naked eye. "Oh! Miss! Did someone bully you? Please tell me! Taifei will help you defeat it! Do you... Do you need my pants?" Taifei said angrily but a little embarrassed. He took out another diaper from his diaper. Looks clean. He handed the diaper to Yue Liu, and then turned his back. "Well... This kind lady. I haven't asked your name yet? My name is Taffy! I am a French mouse.

My father, Franz, asked me to take this letter to Uncle Jerry. Let him train me into a qualified swordsman. That is a very powerful swordsman! Do you know him? He beat those little kittens all by himself! "Taifei said, her tone full of admiration and respect. Yue Liu put on the diaper. To be honest, she didn't know that mice had to wear clothes. She was behind the times. As she listened to Taifei's words, she thought in her heart: Jerry? Taifei? Good guy, is this from a cartoon, right? "Well... I've heard of Mr. Jerry's name. He's a powerful bourbon swordsman, right? "Yueliu said, remembering that when she saw the clip before, a boss said that the pattern on Jerry's body was the pattern of the Bourbon dynasty. "Yeah! Mr. Jerry is great! "Teffy said happily. "Okay. Thank you, Teffy Little Swordsman, then you can turn around. I've already changed it. "Yueliu said. Taifei slowly turned around and found that the lady opposite was actually a white mouse! "You're welcome, miss! Helping a damsel in distress is what our swordsmen accuse us of. "The little mouse said, and he puffed up his chest slightly. "By the way, Taffy Swordsman. My name is Yue Liu. Hmm... The moon is on the top of the willow tree, and people meet the moonlit willow after dusk. "Yueliu said, suddenly a little irritable. Then Yueliu died suddenly on the spot! ... The bamboo rain was pouring, and there were thousands of green wisps. The mist on the green mountains was warm, and the bells sounded late. Under the bamboo leaves, a pair of eyes appeared in the evening fog. They were as sharp as a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd. The cold light was flowing in the eyes, but the sharp sword was sheathed. Suddenly, the man's ears moved slightly, and there was a trace of human sadness in the wind blowing through the bamboo branches. The sobs were like the sound of a shakuhachi blowing from a distant place. Moreover, he frowned... It must have been the cry of a child. The sound of wind was hoarse in his ears, and as far as he could see, there were ever-changing green bamboos and wet and falling green leaves. The sound of cicadas was hot in the summer, but the rain was falling, and there was a faint smell of blood lingering on the tip of the nose, and there was no trace under the moon as he walked. The silent night finally appeared before his eyes. Rotten flesh and blood were tangled together, and large swaths of blood were splashed on the ink-like soil. The cat monster wandered outside the bamboo house at night. The black-clothed warrior could tell at a glance that this cat monster was not the culprit of this tragedy. The stacked corpses and numerous sword wounds showed countless atrocities. "Click" The black-clothed warrior gently unsheathed the sword. The slight sound looked terrifying in the quiet night. The blade moved slightly, and the ridiculous cat head was removed with one blow. His curious heart was beating. The half-open door in the bamboo room and the unpleasant smell climbing out of it were licking his nerves like a real thing.

It's too short! Come on, author! Looking forward to the next one, hopefully it will be longer.

I came a little late, so what is the situation with this book? Is it finished or unfinished? I just finished reading the part before it was released. I thought it was quite interesting. I wanted to see if I should buy the later ones, but I saw that it was in a finished state but only had 700,000 words. So I bought the last one and read it. I found that it didn't match the previous ones. It felt like it was confusing.

There are not many realistic apocalypse stories out there, and there are even less good ones that can be written about them. Please give it a try, author!

It's a rare good book. I spent 15 yuan to reward the author to support me. I asked the author to buy two packs of instant noodles to reward myself, so as not to be eaten by a living corpse when I went out.