I am in the last days, I can connect to reality

"We've already eaten, can we talk now?"

Qin Zhong felt around in his pockets, as if searching for something. But then he remembered the clothes he was wearing weren't his own. He withdrew his hand with some regret, looked at the two men, and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

The woman reached out and took out a box of ladies' cigarettes, took out one and put it to her lips. Her red lips holding the slender cigarette made her look elegant yet a little unruly.

The sunlight shone through the window lattice onto her face, adding a soft glow to her. The woman lit a cigarette, took a light puff, and then took the cigarette and handed it to Qin Zhong.

Qin Zhong hesitated for a moment and took the cigarette. He didn't have any mysophobia, but was this really okay?

After all, this cigarette was between the beautiful woman's lips and teeth in the last second, and in the next second, it was about to be held on his lips. He always felt that this woman was teasing him.

But the annoying thing is, I clearly felt it, but I have no evidence to prove it!

Looking at the woman's half-smile, Qin Zhong raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't suffer any loss anyway. Besides, this woman, wow, has a graceful figure, exquisite curves, and a faint smile, like a blooming peony, full of elegance and grace.

It's indeed the type I like.

He took a deep puff of Meimei's cigarette. The only regret was that this kind of women's cigarette was a little weak and left a bland taste after smoking it. Qin Zhong still preferred the stronger cigarettes.

Seeing how absorbed Qin Zhong was in smoking, the woman couldn't help but exchange a glance with the girl. Both of them had smiles in their eyes. The girl nodded at her, as if signaling her to speak.

The woman pondered for a moment before saying, "Qin Zhong, what I'm about to say may seem mysterious to you, but I still want you to listen carefully, because it's very important to you!"

"Oh!" Qin Zhong took another deep puff of cigarette, exhaled slowly, sat up straight and said, "Tell me, I'm not that fragile, don't worry!"

The woman seemed to be organizing her words. After a short silence, she said, "My name is Yang Han, her name is Jiang Yiyi, and we are both your subordinates..."

"What? Subordinates?" Qin Zhong was surprised, and looked back and forth at the two men's faces with shocked eyes.

Yang Han smiled and said, "You naturally don't know us now. We will be your subordinates in the future!"

"Hiss!" Qin Zhong took a breath and became a little restless. He looked around as if looking for a way to escape.

At this moment, he wondered if he had encountered some kind of cult organization. After all, the island country was a place that was hard to describe, and it was possible that he might encounter some mentally ill or crazy cult organizations.

As if sensing Qin Zhong's thoughts, Yang Han frowned slightly and whispered, "Sit still and don't have any thoughts. Although I don't want to force you, don't force me either. Look at this..."

As she spoke, Yang Han stretched out her right hand. Only then did Qin Zhong realize that she was still wearing the white glove in the house.

Just when Qin Zhong didn't know what she wanted him to see, Yang Han took off the white glove on her right hand. The scene in front of him stunned Qin Zhong and made him gasp.

What kind of hand is this? It is completely different from the delicate hand Qin Zhong imagined!

Yang Han's right hand was a suffocating black color, and his skin was dry and wrinkled, as if only a layer of skin as thin as a cicada's wing was left, tightly attached to the bones.

The five nails were extremely sharp, and the blue veins on the back of the hand were protruding high, and the color was as dark as blood clots, which was extremely strange.

If Qin Zhong were to describe it, it was like the right hand of a person who had been dead for a long time, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

……

"What beautiful hands!"

What made Qin Zhong even more horrified was that when Yang Han looked at his right hand, there was fanaticism in his eyes, as if he had seen his favorite object.

But the scary thing is that this object is actually an extremely strange dead hand!

"Swish!" The next moment, Yang Han's right hand swept across the corner of the table, and a corner of the solid wood table fell down silently.

The neat cross-section made Qin Zhong sweat on his forehead. Is this still a hand?

I'm afraid even the sharpest knife can't do this!

What kind of monster have I encountered!

For a moment, Qin Zhong felt a little overwhelmed. He had a feeling that if this hand chopped off his neck, his head would fall to the ground silently like the corner of the table.

Just thinking about it, the sweat beads on Qin Zhong's body and head became more dense!

Yang Han glanced at Qin Chong sideways. The sunlight fell right into her eyes, making them sparkle and sparkle. She actually looked charming. It was a pity that such a beautiful person could be so terrifying!

"Can you listen to me now?"

"Of course, of course!" Qin Zhong wiped the sweat from his forehead, tried to sit up straight, and looked extremely pious.

Yang Han's strange hand touched Qin Zhong's head and said with a smile: "Be good!"

As she caressed him, a chilling air swept over him, causing Qin Zhong, who was sweating all over, to shiver. It was as if he had suddenly entered an ice cellar on a hot summer day, feeling a chill all over his body.

Yang Han ignored his expression and said quietly, "Jiang Yiyi and I are both from 2041. We came back because your future self was afraid that your present self would be killed, so you asked us to come back to help you..."

As he spoke, Yang Han glanced at Qin Zhong and said, "After all, your future self will have a heavy responsibility. I dare not let your present self die or be controlled by the enemy. Otherwise, your future self's fate may change..."

"Is my future self so important?" Qin Zhong couldn't help but interject.

Yang Han wasn't angry at his interruption. He said calmly, "On July 4, 2034, a viral outbreak will occur in this world. A large number of humans will become zombies, and only a few will survive. You are one of them. During the seven years between 2034 and 2041, you not only became an Evolver, but also established the Tiangang Organization, gathering a large number of survivors and becoming one of the three giants of the Chinese apocalypse."

"Hiss!" Qin Zhong took a breath and felt that what he heard was so unrealistic.

At this time, Jiang Yiyi also spoke up, "Yang Han didn't lie to you. She and I used a newly developed time machine to return to reality from 2041 through a wormhole. However, our time here is limited. Our mission is to ensure that you enter the Lost Realm today. At that time, your future self will borrow your body, survive to the end, and receive the ultimate reward!"

"Uh-huh!"

Qin Zhong's mind was in chaos at this time. The knowledge he had experienced told him that all this seemed too fantastic. Even the most outrageous novels would not dare to write such a plot.

what is this?

Are you experiencing a plot similar to the movie "Terminator"?

Could it be that I am the Chinese version of John Connor?

Will your future self lead the survivors to fight against future disasters?