The Blood Road of the End Times

"Alert! Alert! The 'Gate of Hell' is opened! The 'Gate of Hell' is opened!"

The red alarm light kept flashing, just like the hearts of the researchers in white clothes were beating violently at the moment.

"The highest defense mode is activated! Close the 'gate of hell' immediately. Alpha 13, what happened? How could the gate of hell open automatically!"

"Director, the monitoring shows that something has broken into the 'hell', but the system can't recognize it!"

"What did you say?"

"Director, help! Help..."

Before the words could be blurted out, the video was coated with a thick layer of plasma.

The researchers on the other side of the video could only stare dumbfounded at the blood spreading.

"Alpha 13, please answer, what happened, Alpha 13!"

In response, there were only screams from the other side of the online video, and endless blood.

"The director is not good! The central system has been invaded by unknown objects, and the gates of hell around the world are executing the instructions to open the gates!"

"Not good! Stop it quickly! You can't let those things out! Activate the first to No.13 layers of protection of Alpha agencies everywhere, and you must lock up those things!"

On the central screen connecting the various research branches, they are wearing gray jumpsuits, lowering their heads, and shaking, like slobs who have just woken up, their limbs are weak, and they are moving at a tortoise-like speed.

The thirteen protective doors of Alpha organizations around the world are lowering at a steady speed, competing with them in a life-and-death competition.

And then a snowflake.

The video connection between the Academia Sinica and its branches was cut off.

Pandora's box has been opened.

Three hours before the end, Wei Qinghan was being complained fiercely by his partners.

Wei Qinghan, at first glance, looked like a thin and small third-year junior high school girl. If there was any difference, it might be the pair of eyes that were sharper than eagles and colder than wolves.

In all fairness, anyone who has gone through thousands of rebirths will have such eyes.

But at this moment, her eyes were bright, and she bargained with Uncle Takahashi who was in charge of collecting intelligence for nearly two hours.

It is said that the Chinese are cunning in business, and this is true.

You Wei Qinghan, tell me how much trouble you have caused me in the five years since I met you.

The dark-skinned Uncle Takahashi is over 40 years old. His thin body and indifferent eyes are very suitable for the image of intelligence, but at the moment he babbles like a woman. There is no other reason. Disgusting business.

For example, this time, it took him a lot of effort to steal this ancient Tang knife from a big family in Kyoto.

The last time it was a Fangtian painted halberd, which was also an ancient Chinese relic stolen from a certain big family. It was said that it was a treasure of a celebrity in the Three Kingdoms era of ancient China.

Ryosuke Takahashi has been in the business of information trading for more than 20 years, and this is the first time he encountered such a business of stealing ancient relics.And the customer is a girl under 15 years old!

This guy, regardless of the history of Tang Dao for nearly a thousand years, abruptly asked him to find someone to remove the handle, scabbard, and reinstall a new one.

You guy, don't just look at this ancient Tang knife. This ancient knife is very valuable and it is not easy to steal it. You have to add [-]% to your price, otherwise this will be our last cooperation.

As expected, Wei Qinghan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Takahashi sighed helplessly, without the joy of successful bargaining, all because he knew the little girl's mind too well.Get on the bike and start the engine.

The next time you want to steal a Japanese national treasure, you will have to increase the price.But how to say, you are moving Tai Sui on the land of Japan.If people in the palace find out, my business will be lost.

The girl returned to her indifferent expression.The cold face was colder than the cold wind at night.

How does this look like a child?

Life in middle age is full of surprises.

Takahashi showed a sneer like self-deprecating, as farewell, let go of the brake, the motorcycle roared and howled immediately, and rode away from this dark alley.

He left without hearing Wei Qinghan's words to himself:

Japanese national treasure?The stolen national treasure is almost the same. It was originally my knife, and it was returned to its original owner.

Then she looked down at the brand new old friend in her hand, welcome back, Biting Hei!

Time passed by minute by minute, and when Wei Qinghan brought home the Tang Dao that had been lost for thousands of years, the pointer had already pointed to 08:30 in the morning.

Perhaps it was because of re-meeting his long-lost partner for thousands of years, Wei Qinghan who was in a good mood decided to go to school to catch up on sleep.

For a middle school student who skipped almost half of the semester, the most unlucky thing is to go to school to catch up on sleep, but was arrested to attend some kind of celebration meeting.

Of course, the one who was celebrated was definitely not a bad girl like Wei Qinghan who was feared by everyone, but the pride of this aristocratic school - a member of the student union who performed well in the quadrennial world famous school exchange meeting.

"Ah, look, look, that's Chairman Tono, ahh, so handsome! I heard that in this exchange meeting, Chairman Tono won ten people in a row! It's amazing!"

"Yeah, but I think Chairman Yuan is the most handsome! That gentle smile, soft and magnetic voice, dignified demeanor, and fairy-like face! President Yuan, who combines all the advantages of a mixed-race person, is a descendant of a famous family." ...I'm dying! So handsome!"

"Handsome and pretty don't seem to have anything to do with each other, do they?"

A classmate who didn't know how to live or die was immediately killed a thousand times by the eyes from all directions!

It's so noisy!

Nympho is illogical.

Standing in the last row, Wei Qinghan rolled his eyes countless times, but he didn't look up at the members of the student union who fascinated the teachers and students of the whole school.

"Qinghan, don't try to sneak away halfway."

The threat from behind made Wei Qinghan roll his eyes again.

What can make Wei Qinghan, an old monster who has been reborn countless times, obediently stand still on the ground is not the threat of his friend Lihua Qianyin, but the cherishing of the friendship of the last life.

Anyway, this is the last life.

It's coming to an end, this endless rebirth.

No matter how delicious something is, such as candy, such as ginseng and bird's nest, if you eat it thousands of times in a row, you will be poisoned and die, let alone rebirth?

Rebirth, really only once is enough, thousands of times like this, is like chewing gum tens of thousands of times, far worse.

At the end of this life, I will usher in a real death.

As if teasing himself about his joy in death, Wei Qinghan unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

However, that familiar voice resurfaced from the depths of his soul, once again trying to disrupt Wei Qinghan's determination.

no.

Although this life is your last rebirth, you have a way to obtain eternal life, right?A cultivator of the Kunshan School, Wei Qinghan.

Wei Qinghan frowned at the strange sound coming from the depths of his soul, and angrily reprimanded in a low voice:

"To shut up."

The sound was so faint that none of the students in front, back, left, or right could hear it.Because Wei Qinghan didn't want to be treated as a schizophrenic anymore, he was dragged into the hospital by his friend Lihua Qianyin.

"Great……"

Suddenly, the cheers from all the teachers and students in the school woke Wei Qinghan up.

She looked around in astonishment, trying to find out why the teachers and students were so excited.

When she found out the reason, she had already been dragged by her friend Lihua Qianyin onto the campus bus to Yongye Island.

Why, as a Weiguo in the Warring States Period, did not return to his homeland in the last life, but was reborn in Japan?

Why do the Japanese like land reclamation so much?What kind of world-famous shopping paradise—Yongye Island?

Why does this Kawasawa Academy, known as the No. [-] in East Japan, provide food and accommodation, and drag all the students of the school to Yongye Island to celebrate?

"Qinghan, be happy, it's Yongye Island, a shopping destination with full board and lodging! There are also many handsome guys! If you continue to act like a dead fish, you will die alone forever! As a friend I have the responsibility to pull you out of the sea of ​​suffering!"

Why is Qian Yin's beautiful face so unbearable at this moment!

"Oh, I don't care about you anymore, you can pinch mosquitoes with your brows as you like, the more the better."

In short, under the stimulation of his whole body, Wei Qinghan sat in the last row of the bus, frowned, and indifferently watched his frustrated friends join the student union discussion group, and went crazy around several student union topic figures.

The sun is climbing to the highest point, and the bright sun is shining on the orderly campus bus, which is carrying more than 1000 students on the Haitong Bridge connecting Yongye Island and Kawasawa City, slowly driving towards the finish line.

On the main island, there are only a few teachers and campus security guards in the empty Chuanze College.

The yawning guard, before he had time to complain about his bad luck of not being able to go to Yongye Island, discovered something unusual.

It was a very ordinary silver Toyota car.

What was unusual was that the car rushed towards the back door of the academy at an extremely fast speed and on a twisted route.

Under the stunned gaze of the guards at the back gate and some of the teachers who came over, the silver car drove straight into the school.

The steel fence door of the back door was knocked away by the strong inertia, and the head of the car that rushed into the campus was deformed by the iron gate, but the stalled car still slid for a certain distance, and stopped after hitting a thick tree.

The collapsed tree trunk deformed the cab of the car.

The panicked teachers began to rescue the wounded in the car under the command of the guards.

Under normal circumstances, the driver would have no chance of survival.

But what was frightening was that the supposedly dead body suddenly convulsed and crawled out of the shattered cab.

"Hey, don't move, the doctor will be here soon, ah—"

Shouts resounded through the empty campus.

Obviously the branch had pierced the driver's stomach, but when the guard approached him, he still stood up covered in blood, grabbed the guard's neck, and bit down!

The guard whose artery had been bitten fell to the ground, and his body convulsed with a large amount of blood spurting wildly.

Blood splattered on the spot.

Those who witnessed all this were stunned.

Then, it dropped the guard's body and continued to pounce on the nearest female teacher.

Those who finally came to their senses rushed up together, knocked him over with batons, and suppressed it, which was full of branches and struggling constantly.

With horrified eyes and distorted faces, the living people seem to have seen hell.

The oldest guard was yelling for the police.However, before the opened mouth could close, he was bitten by it, which was under him and its head was turned 180°.

Reason could no longer suppress the instinctive fear, the teacher and the rest of the guards fled in terror, leaving the old guard surrounded by two moving corpses.

The sound of tearing open the abdomen, the pulling sound of the large intestine, the chewing sound of gnawing the internal organs... In the deserted campus, there are constant echoes.

The blood on the ground, the blue of the sky, the floating white clouds, the ominous shadow trembling;

The shadow of a crow floated across the river of blood.

The sun was still bright red, slowly setting.

Night is coming.

Non-mainstream teenagers, two-dimensional beautiful girls, crowded animation exhibition, sumptuous Japanese cuisine, assorted Japanese electrical appliances, cheerful singing, colorful lights...

Wei Qinghan finally caught the gap where Qianyin was showing off his supernatural power, and withdrew to leave the space full of all kinds of bizarre roars.

I really admire my friend's ability to sing at any time. It's obvious that there is still an hour before dinner.

Bathe in the warm sunset, smell the salty sea breeze, and look at the man-made island—Yongye Island.

A full range of shopping streets, all kinds of night markets, well-ordered traffic, clean and flat ground, dense but not messy high-rises, raging Japanese anime and cosplayers, girls whose hair has been dyed so that it is not human... It's like a miniature version of Tokyo, just with this straight but gentle coast and a brand new bridge.

On the beach, the newly built bridge is especially beautiful under the touch of the setting sun, as if covered with a golden veil.As the sun sets, the golden yarn slowly turns red, which is amazing.

The gentle sunset, the comfortable sea breeze, and the gentle bridge, the scene that was originally admirable and natural, suddenly changed.

Was there a car accident?

But did the accident affect the entire bridge?

Why is everyone running like hell?Like... fleeing?

But what about those slow figures behind?

Something is wrong!

Before the bad feeling could be sorted out, on the bridgehead connecting Yongye Island to the bridge, the explosion of cars colliding once again shocked the world.

This time, because it was very close to the bridgehead, Wei Qinghan could see clearly that that "person" who was on fire but still swaying and moving...!

"People" eating people?

hallucination?The illusion of over-practicing?

Could it be that he really suffered from schizophrenia?

In the depths of the soul, the voice that has often sounded suddenly since the cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage did not sound.

The final confirmation, close your eyes, open your eyes.

The fire-bathed things are walking, crouching, and biting the internal organs and pieces of flesh of the living.

Blood is splashing.

is reality.

"asshole!"

Cursing the gods of Japan or China, Wei Qinghan turned around and ran towards the KTV where his friend was.

"Uncle driver, that uncle is so weird, he keeps knocking on the door. Is there something wrong, shall we let him get in the car?"

"Hey, there is no station on the Haitong Bridge, even if there is a traffic jam, you can't take passengers casually!"

"Stop knocking, this is a traffic rule!"

"Damn it, if you knock again, I'm going to call the police!"

"Damn it, let's see how I teach you a lesson when I get out of the car!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Boom, boom, boom—"

"Mom, someone knocked on the door, it must be my Taobao! I'm going to the toilet, please help me pick it up."

"Really, this is the third package this week. You know that Taobao has a lot of fake products, you prodigal daughter! Oh, wait a minute, here it comes... Thank you... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)"

"mom?!"

"Hi, dear, good news. Yesterday I went to the Eiffel Tower and met a few Chinese who were worried about not having any locals as tour guides. These Chinese are very generous. I think our travel funds for next month have already been settled. They came out of the bank, and I immediately...Huh? Why are their postures so strange? Ill? I'll go and see, and then contact. Hey, Chinese, you still...du-du-du-du—"

At the same time, in a city in the middle and upper reaches of the Yangtze River in the inland east of Asia, a national key middle school known as the college entrance examination factory was holding a conference. More than 5000 students and all teaching staff were standing on the playground under the scorching sun, looking at the rostrum. Rows of leaders, and a bad student who has to confess on the rostrum because of demerits.

After the lengthy and meaningless leader's speech, as a negative representative, the bad student who had been left on the rostrum was called out to recite her letter of repentance for the reason - she hit the mayor's son.

"I want to apologize to you. Although it's only been a short year, you are still my alumni. So, I'm sorry, I have no intention and power to save you."

"?"

The inexplicable lines made the leader draw a long face, and looked uneasily at the mayor with an angry face.The students and teachers in the audience were in an uproar, not knowing why.

"Qiqi, what are you talking about?"

The bad students on the stage watched coldly, ignored the class teacher's anxiety, and didn't say a word, as if they were silently mourning for the ignorant lamb.

The gates of key high schools were already filled with parents with abnormal expressions.

Through the iron gate, the security guards were yelling loudly,

"It's not the time for the monthly holiday today. Parents can't visit students. Hey, didn't you hear clearly?"

The iron gate was pushed hard by hundreds of parents, one after another, and even the parents in front couldn't stop their blood from being squeezed out-until the iron gate was pushed open.

Parents covered in blood rushed into the campus...

"Hey, what's going on, the morning meeting is still going on, how can your parents... ah—"

The beginning of the chaos was completely captured by the bad students on the rostrum.

"Students, don't be confused, let the leader go first..."

The principal didn't finish his sentence, because the microphone was taken away by a bad student and he threw it at the principal.

The fat face that was about to bleed was pierced by the microphone that flew straight in.

It's like a shit stick kicking the toilet trough.

Turning around freely, the bad student ignored the feast of the dead and the wailing of the living, and went straight to his goal.

It happened after all,

This doomsday feast.

Since it is irreparable, at least I want to find you—the source of all this.

Wait, I'm coming to you.

The Requiem has been played, living people, are you ready for the end?

"Whoa..."

To be continued

The author has something to say: The second part is finally decided to be published, the stage background has changed, I hope you like it.

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