Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

She was wearing a black leather jacket that perfectly showed off her curvy figure, and the low-heeled leather boots on her feet made a "tapping-tapping" sound as they stepped on the ground.

"Kind people?"

Zhang Yi was very interested in this word.

He thought of the puppets that were on standby at night. In this room, except for a few members of the Demon Court, most of them were those puppets.

But in the daytime, calling them puppets is not accurate.

Zhang Yi has personally verified that they are no different from ordinary people. They also have emotions and can get injured and bleed.

So, what exactly are the so-called races?

The man with glasses, Maeda Yuichiro, looked back at her.

"Miss Purgatory Star, how come you have time to come here? Are you looking for me?"

Purgatory Star walked up to Maeda Yuichiro with her long legs. She didn't even look at Zhang Yi next to her, as if he didn't exist.

"Master asked me to inform you that Edo seems to be a little uneasy recently. You'd better not immerse yourself in the museum all day. Bring more of your people and patrol around Edo."

Maeda Yuichiro frowned. "Are you saying that aliens from the outside world have invaded? Could it be those guys from Columbia?"

Purgatory Star shook his head.

"We don't have any intelligence at the moment. However, the entire Edo is under the Master's watchful eye. He can sense a subtle shift in the atmosphere."

Maeda Yuichiro curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled disapprovingly.

"Who dares to approach Edo Castle now? Even if Columbia's top alien troops come, they will probably die in vain!"

Zhang Yi's heart moved.

What exactly does this guy mean?

Where does they get the confidence to compete with Columbia's alien army?

You know, in terms of national strength, Columbia and Huaxu are on par with each other.

It is not easy to destroy a country of Neon's level, but it will definitely not take too much effort.

Unless——something unusual happens.

"Is it related to the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons that appears in Edo at night? Could it be that Neon is colluding with some mysterious civilization?"

Such thoughts made Zhang Yi feel overwhelmed.

Even the Nash Kingdom, the weakest mysterious civilization he had ever experienced, possessed a powerful force that could shake the entire Huaxu Kingdom.

If Neon joins forces with the mysterious civilization, it will indeed become a formidable force!

Then their action plan will probably not be so easy to complete.

Zhang Yi looked at the dragon specimen in the display case and the book "Xinxue". After pondering for a moment, he gave up the idea of ​​putting them in his pocket.

Things are a little tricky.

The trip to Neon is much more complicated than I imagined.

Zhang Yi felt that Deng Shentong must be hiding something from him.

Purgatory Star and Maeda Yuichiro next to them were still chatting as if no one was around, and they ignored the tourists passing by.

"The Daliangdu Museum is a shabby place, full of junk from the past. There's no point wasting your time here!"

"Maeda, if you have so much time, it's better to spend it on Immortal Mountain. That's where we have the things we should protect the most!"

After hearing what Purgatory Star said, Maeda Yuichiro adjusted his glasses, and his eyes became noticeably sharper.

"Woman, you don't understand the importance of preserving the flame of civilization!"

"All of these are treasures of our human culture!"

He opened his arms as if to embrace the entire Liangdu Museum.

"If we can't keep the flame of civilization going, the continuation of the human race will be nothing more than a barbaric shell! It's meaningless."

Purgatory Star covered his head helplessly.

"Damn it! Why would a blockhead like you be allowed to become a cadre of the Demon Court?"

Maeda Yuichiro said coldly: "Becoming an alien is just a hobby for me."

"Anyway, I've delivered the Master's orders! You know what to do next!"

After Purgatory Star finished speaking, he turned around and walked away with a leisurely step.

She has a great figure, and it's obvious that she's been exercising for many years, especially her calf muscles, which are as tight and strong as a cheetah's.

Therefore, it can be judged that she is an expert in close combat and has excellent physical fitness.

From her tone, it can be judged that she is also a cadre of the Demon Court, and a close confidant of the Evil Boy.

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes, turned his head away, pretending to be indifferent to their conversation, and continued to look at the exhibits in front of him.

Maeda Yuichiro glared at the direction where Purgatory Star left with some disgust, turned around, and spoke again in a light tone from a distance of more than one meter between him and Zhang Yi.

"Living in a world like this is truly disgusting! If I had stayed in peacetime, I would have been an excellent researcher!"

Zhang Yi glanced at him and said nothing.

He wasn't quite sure what the "species" Maeda Yuichiro mentioned were, so he kept to himself to avoid revealing his identity.

Maeda Yuichiro sighed.

"It seems that telling you this is of no use!"

"You are just living as a seed, immersed in endless reincarnation day and night."

“Perhaps, this is also a kind of happiness.”

He lowered his head and pondered.

There is a wealth of information in this passage.

Zhang Yi's mind was also working rapidly.

Living as a seed? What seed? The seed of human reproduction? Or something else entirely?

And what does the following sentence mean: day and night, immersed in endless reincarnation?

Soon, this information gave Zhang Yi a bold guess.

He looked at Maeda Yuichiro and asked with a puzzled look: "Hey, uncle! What do you mean by this?"

Maeda Yuichiro stared at Zhang Yi meaningfully, sighed, and patted his shoulder.

"It's nothing! Even if you knew the truth, you would forget it all soon."

"Actually, sometimes I envy people like you. At least you don't have any worries."

After saying this, he walked past Zhang Yi and headed towards the other side of the museum.