Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Zhang Yi said calmly, "I've been asked to do this. Since I've seen this thing, it must be destined for me. According to your Buddhist teachings, you should help others and give it to me. What's going on? Are monks these days not pure in mind?"

When they encounter the three-eyed tribe, they can unite against the common enemy.

But they don't have a friendly relationship with each other.

The task entrusted to him by the Pajji family was to prevent the Sangga Temple from gaining a stronger power under the Demon Abyss.

Of course, the more important point is that Zhang Yi really wants the source of God.

He has many talented people under him.

Whether it is Lu Keren, Liang Yue or Yang Xinxin, they are all first-class talents.

The upper limit of their supernatural talents is stuck at the Delta level.

But Zhang Yi understood that if they could break through to the Ipsilon realm, their strength would experience a huge explosion.

In the future, Zhang Yi needs them to be his right-hand men.

Instead of being like now, it is actually Zhang Yi who is dragging the entire team forward.

Only Yang Xinxin, Zhou Ke'er, Yang Siya, and Lu Ke'ran, who are extraordinary people with high intelligence and powerful auxiliary functions, can truly provide help on the battlefield.

The undertaker sighed softly.

"Donor, you are obsessed."

He looked at Zhang Yi with eyes full of compassion, but there was an indescribable meaning in them.

Just that look makes people feel completely captivated by it at a glance.

Zhang Yi frowned and was about to say something.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up to see the white ceiling.

"Um????"

The scene before me seemed familiar, but in my mind, it seemed like I hadn't seen it for a long time.

At this moment, Zhang Yi felt soft and warm under his body, and he should be lying down.

It took him about five seconds to remember where he was.

What he saw was clearly the ceiling of his own home.

That’s right, his home, the three-bedroom apartment on the 24th floor of Yuelu Community in Xishan District, Tianhai City.

Zhang Yi sat up from the bed in a daze. He had just woken up and his head was a little dizzy.

There seem to be many complex and wonderful memories in my mind, but after waking up, they are quickly forgotten.

There are still some residual marks, but after waking up from a dream, people will probably forget most of what happened in the dream.

Feeling warm beside him, Zhang Yi squinted his eyes and looked to the side. The sunlight outside the window was warm and gentle, shining on his bed.

"Hmm? Am I... awake? Or am I asleep?"

"That's not right. I remember it's the end of the world, isn't it?"

"Is this a dream?"

Zhang Yi rubbed his face hard, but when he opened his eyes, he was still in his nicely decorated home.

He sat up from the bed and walked to the window in his slippers.

The black windows made of aluminum alloy give you a warm feeling when you touch them when the sun shines on them.

Although he cleaned every day, there was still a thin layer of dust, which was imprinted on the tip of his index finger when he swept it with his fingers.

Zhang Yi looked out the window, the sunlight made him squint slightly, everything felt so real.

He suddenly couldn't tell which was reality, the present moment or the apocalypse in his memory.

Zhang Yi pinched his thigh hard, and soon he gasped with a grimace.

"Fuck, that hurts! Was I really dreaming just now?"

For some unknown reason, he suddenly felt a great sense of loss.

Because the remaining dreams seemed to contain many wonderful experiences and many people who accompanied him through the long years.

Zhang Yi was confused for a moment. He walked to the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and lay down weakly.

I closed my eyes and wanted to sleep again.

It seems that after waking up, everything I see will become real.