Survivor 01 [Unlimited]

Ye Fei couldn't remember how she woke up.

He was buried under rubble and shards of glass. As he struggled, the sharp edges of the shards cut his arm, but the wounds healed and leveled off quickly, leaving only black streaks of smoke particles on his skin. .

The fire that had been burning all night had been extinguished, and the white hospital building was dyed a lifeless black by thick smoke.

Ye Fei crawled out from under the broken glass and stones. He sat on the ruins from the top of the door and looked up at the sky blankly.

As the night passed, a fish-belly white streak appeared on the horizon, and the morning glow reflected on Ye Fei's body, dyeing him with a layer of warm color.

The scenery in the early morning is warm and full of hope, but others feel chills.

Ye Fei had no expression on his face.

Like a wooden man, he sat there for a long time before slowly getting up.

He didn't leave here.

He picked up Ren Huayan's body, moved her out of the ruins, went to the corridor on the third floor, and found Zhou Zhengning lying there alone. In the end, he knelt and sat alone in front of the ruins at the door, moving away the glass shards and stones, trying to dig out Grandpa Liu from below.

His fingertips kept grinding and bleeding, and healed over and over again. Ye Fei seemed to feel no pain, and he mechanically dug the people under the ruins.

The morning glow fell behind him and gradually spread forward.

After a long time, Ye Fei heard the footsteps of a person beside him, and after a while, a pair of black boots appeared in his sight.

Ye Fei froze for a moment, then looked up at the owner of the boots.

With the light behind her back, Jian Lingxi looked down at him.

A morning breeze passed by, picking up Jian Lingxi's clothes and messing up Ye Fei's hair.

Ye Fei curved his lips and smiled, his voice was very low, as if he was speaking to Jian Lingxi, but more like muttering to himself:

"It's good that you're still here."

"…Feel sorry."

Jian Lingxi didn't seem very calm either.

The white coat on his body was stained red with blood, and he looked a little tired.

He half knelt beside Ye Fei, moving the collapsed glass and broken stones with him.

Ye Fei glanced at him:

"Why are you sorry?"

"Can't help you."

Last night, Jian Lingxi killed Ye Fei's dimension-boosting object, and was questioned by the game system again. This time, he was forced into punishment, and when he came out again, he saw such a scene.

He knew the background of Zhouhai Fourth Hospital, and he could guess what happened last night.

"You've helped me a lot."

Ye Fei lowered her head and moved a stone slab. After removing the heavy object, she exposed a thin hand covered with age spots.

The hand was full of wounds and blood, and it could be seen that it belonged to an old man who was not very strong or even slightly haggard, but Ye Fei would never forget the appearance of him resolutely rushing into the flames yesterday.

Ye Fei looked at the hand, a little lost in thought.

He sighed and said lightly:

"Human beings are so fragile."

Life is inherently fragile.

It's just that Ye Fei has been a little carried away recently, and the recent comfort made him forget this. Until now, until the familiar people around him died one by one, he realized again that the only thing in this world that will not disappear is himself.

When he was alone, he would always think that it would be nice if there was someone around him who could talk to him.

But when there are people he cares about beside him, and he can only watch them leave, he will think again, it is still the easiest to live alone.

He can always be touched by the fragile life, wanting to protect and save.

But in the end, he will always be knocked awake by the **** reality, using pain to make him understand again that no one can save him.

All he could do was to watch all of this happen, to see the lives reduced to ashes before his eyes, and he couldn't even die himself, he could only regain a lonely new life in the ashes.

Ye Fei closed her eyes.

He moved Grandpa Liu's body from under the ruins, went to the lawn next to him, and dug up the soft soil with his bare hands.

As he did this, he heard the sound of rubber wheels rolling on the ground behind him. Ye Fei glanced at the source, and saw Grandma Zhang pushing a wheelchair to this side.

It was obviously a lively family yesterday, but now, she is the only one left.

Grandma Zhang seemed to have aged several decades overnight.

Her hair, which was carefully arranged every day in the past, hangs down in a mess around her cheeks. The wrinkles on her face seem to have deepened. It is unknown whether it is because of fatigue or other reasons. It is bent and looks lifeless, like a flower that is about to wither.

Grandpa Liu used to push her wheelchair, but now that Grandpa Liu is gone, she can only roll the wheels on both sides by herself, and her movements are still a little rusty.

She came to Ye Fei along the bluestone road and looked straight at the three corpses on the ground.

Two of them were closest to her, but now, she couldn't even recognize their faces.

Grandma Zhang didn't say anything, and there was no expression on her face. Whether it was numbness or despair, her reaction was much calmer than Ye Fei imagined.

She also held a thermos in her hand.

The cup seems to have been used for a long time, and the outside has been bumped a lot, and the color has faded a lot.

Grandma Zhang held the cup so hard that her knuckles turned slightly white.

There was a long silence.

Chenfeng passed the two of them with a slight coolness and the burnt smell of despair after the fire.

After a while, Ye Fei heard Grandma Zhang say:

"I've known that old guy for a long time. When I was young, he chased me, and I didn't like him. Who would like him? He's ugly and stupid. He always thinks about helping others, but never thinks about himself. I'm always because This is talking about him, see, because of his annoying temperament, he must have died."

Grandma Zhang complained a little in her tone, but soon, there was a little water in his eyes.

She pursed her lips, her voice trembling:

"Damn old man, he usually helps me push the wheelchair. No matter what, he pours hot water for me. He insists on massaging and rubbing my legs every night. If he says he is dead now, he will die. If he leaves me alone in the future, what will I do?" No. How capable you are, how capable this person is, it's your turn to save him? Look, this guy is alive and well now, only Yanyan and you are dead."

With that said, Grandma Zhang looked up at Ye Fei.

She took a deep breath and seemed to have calmed down a little. She asked:

"Young man, are you a pair in ranking, that is, the most powerful person among us?"

Ye Fei responded.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the old man's accusation.

After a while, she heard Grandma Zhang grit her teeth and say:

"What's the use of being powerful, it's not that... no one can save it."

Hearing this, Ye Fei's heart skipped a beat.

Grandma Zhang's voice overlapped with countless chaotic human voices, and different voice lines repeated the same sentence:

"You can't save anyone."

Ye Fei smiled wryly.

He looked down at the scorched blades of grass in his hand, and was in a daze for a long time, until he heard a notification resounding in the empty courtyard:

[Player 573 Zhang Xiuhua used the ability: Recovery]

recovery…

Ye Fei opened her eyes slightly and looked at Grandma Zhang.

It was also at that time that a teardrop fell from Grandma Zhang's eyes.

Tears slid down her no longer young cheeks, fell down her chin and onto her dark shawl, leaving a small dark spot of water.

Her whole body seemed to be emitting a faint light.

Ability to revive, as the name suggests, everything revives.

It is the most powerful existence in the healing system, and also the cruelest existence.

When used, it sacrifices the holder of the ability in exchange for the recovery of all life within a hundred square meters around the holder.

In the history of the development of abilities for more than a hundred years, there is only one case of recovery. After all, resuscitation abilities are rare, and those who are willing to sacrifice themselves to save others are even rarer.

Ye Fei saw the scorched grass blades in his hands gradually fade away, he saw the withered grass and trees burned by the fire stretch their branches and leaves again, he saw new limbs growing out of the unrecognizable corpses, he saw Zhou Zhengning's face gradually become clear, he saw The lifeless world came back to life.

The burnt smell around gradually faded away, replaced by the fresh grassy smell of growing plants.

That is the smell of vitality.

"You can't save him..."

Grandma Zhang lowered her voice, she murmured:

"...I'm here to help."

Contrary to the recovery of everything around her, Grandma Zhang's life force is passing away.

Her complexion became obviously darker, her eyes gradually dimmed, and she seemed extremely sleepy. In the end, she lowered her head as if she had fallen asleep.

[Player 573 Zhang Xiuhua's life value is cleared, and his death is confirmed]

Hearing this notification, Ye Fei lowered her head in silence for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

He knelt on the ground, bent down, buried his face in his arms, his shoulders rose and fell with laughter.

He couldn't stop laughing, but his eyes became moist at some point.

Until he heard someone beside him suddenly ask lightly:

"Does Teacher Ye think it's meaningless?"

"Um?"

Ye Fei raised her face and looked up in a daze.

He saw Jian Lingxi frowning slightly.

Above the head is a tree that has sprouted green buds again, and the ever-growing branches and leaves cast shadows on the ground, drawing Ye Fei in.

Jian Lingxi knelt down in front of him.

He stared straight at Ye Fei, without any emotion in his tone:

"Fragile lives are meaningless, they are too easy to pass away. Long lives are even more meaningless, because you can't do anything or change other than watching life change. Is this what Teacher Ye thinks?"

Ye Fei's expression was blank for a moment, then he chuckled lightly:

"Little snake, is your ability reading minds?"

"Looks like I guessed right."

Jian Lingxi rolled her eyes.

"What do you want to tell me?"

Ye Fei's eyelashes were wet with drops of water, and the corners of her eyes were also stained with a lingering redness.

Jian Lingxi curled up her hands hanging by her side slightly, he looked away and nodded:

"I want to say that your existence is very meaningful."

Jian Ling paused, and added:

"Everyone's existence counts.

"I remember Teacher Ye said that in the amplification and healing abilities, the group is always higher than the individual, because strength is not the limit that an individual can create, strength is the ability of one person to change as many people as possible.

"You are such a person in my heart."

Ye Fei's lips curled into a smile, and he didn't speak, as if he didn't know how to respond.

Jian Lingxi curled up her fingers.

He seemed to want to touch Ye Fei, but in the end he didn't have the courage to raise his hand.

"It's not that you can't save everyone, your existence has saved many people."

He said so.

"Really?" But Ye Fei didn't seem to agree with his words.

He looked at the bodies of the three people who were slowly recovering, and pointed out:

"So what if you save it, it will still disappear in the end."

"But the traces they left will be there."

Jian Ling looked sideways at the dilapidated Zhouhai Fourth Courtyard:

"Lin Xianxian is the beginning of the era of supernatural powers. Mo Han made the era face up to the alpha crisis. Behind... there are more people behind, and they have influenced the world."

Ye Fei added mercilessly:

"In a bad direction."

Jian Lingxi bent her lips, revealing her small fangs:

"really."

After a short pause, he said:

"But then, you appeared. Having you is the luckiest thing in this era."

If the current time and space is a long story, the story does not start with you, but it will definitely end with you in the end, then it must be a happy ending.

Hearing this, Ye Fei raised her eyes and looked straight into Jian Lingxi's eyes.

After a while, his gaze became softer:

"I don't think I can be Teacher Ye anymore, huh? Teacher Jian, you can speak better than me."

Jian Lingxi chuckled lightly:

"I still like it when you call me little snake."

"Okay. Snake."

Ye Fei narrowed her eyes slightly:

"You surprised me. I thought that the Reaper's special service team were strange guys with cold feelings, green faces, fangs, cruel hearts, and weird hobbies."

Jian Lingxi didn't say yes or no, he only asked:

"I don't look like it?"

"At least I don't look like it."

"ah…"

Jian Lingxi sighed slightly, and then her smile deepened:

"That's good."

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