Friendly reminder: In the next game, you only have one hour of life, please cherish every minute.
Ling Xiaolu: "An hour?"
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The two's bodies gradually became transparent, Ji Meng looked down and hurriedly confessed: "Live well, I'll find you!"
Ling Xiaolu: ?
When the eyes are extinguished and the eyes are opened, it is a different world. The surrounding atmosphere is not so pleasant, the tones are depressed and the music is muffled.
An "adult" in a blood-stained and worn-out combat suit appeared in his field of vision, carrying a submachine gun behind his head in one hand, and a bag wrapped in dirty cloth in the other, looking like he had just picked up waste from outside return.
"That..." Ling Xiaolu tentatively opened his mouth.
The adults were stunned for a moment, then turned their heads, only to realize the existence of Ling Xiaolu.
"I thought no children would be born in this sanctuary."
"child?"
The adult came over, looked at Ling Xiaolu from head to toe, and stretched out a hand from a height: "Hello, Lubi."
Ling Xiaolu looked at the big hand in front of him, hesitantly raised his hand, and only halfway through it, he realized that something was wrong.
"Why did my hand become a child's hand?" He stared at his tender little hand in surprise, touched his face in disbelief, and finally looked down, "I've become smaller!"
The grown-up took his hand away: "This is your first time playing this game?"
Ling Xiaolu replied in despair: "Yes." With this name, who can be fooled twice
"Don't be nervous, you were born as a child, but you will grow up soon."
Ling Xiaolu looked at him uncertainly: "Are you... a player?"
"Of course, like you, you will soon be like me."
He hugged Ling Xiaolu easily, and Ling Xiaolu realized that the place he was just now was a dilapidated and mottled trash can.
... What kind of PUBG Mobile is this, this is simply picking up children from the trash! !
"What should I call you?" Ling Xiaolu hadn't been hugged like this for more than ten years, and was a little embarrassed.
"Theoretically, call it Daddy."
Ling Xiaolu: ? ?
"Haha, but if you're embarrassed, you can call me uncle."
"Uncle!" Ling Xiaolu said without hesitation.
The uncle opened a sturdy security door, carried Ling Xiaolu in, and put it on the ground.
"Uncle, give you a brief introduction to the background of this game."
"Okay uncle!"
"Humanity has been infected by the zombie virus, and the outside is full of zombies. We are the surviving humans, and this is the refuge."
Ling Xiaolu waited for a long time: "It's over?"
"Um!"
"There are too few surviving humans!"
"No no, there are many more shelters like this, and only you and me are left in this shelter."
"What about the others?"
"Just before you came, this place was attacked by zombies, and everyone died except me."
"..." Cruel world!
Uncle patted his head: "Don't worry, although our shelter is short of resources, uncle will definitely find a way to raise you."
"Thank you uncle!"
The uncle gave him the emergency cans he picked up today: "Eat more and grow faster."
The cans looked dirty, and the shelf life was unknown until the Year of the Monkey. If Ling Xiaolu didn't know it was a game prop, he wouldn't dare to take it lightly.
"Uncle, can you tell me more about the gameplay of this game?" he asked while eating.
"Actually, it's very simple, just make sure you don't die, don't starve to death, don't freeze to death, don't get bitten to death by zombies."
"So easy?"
"It's not easy to do this. If you stay in the shelter, you will starve to death, and you may be eaten when you go out to find food. Generally, shelters with a lot of people are divided into labor and cooperation, and some people leave processed food. Well-equipped people go out to open up wasteland, that is, killing monsters and picking up garbage."
"Oh," Ling Xiaolu nodded, "Uncle, why don't you eat?"
The uncle was happy: "Let's just order food like this. Uncle eats it. What do you eat?"
Ling Xiaolu stopped embarrassedly: "Doesn't that mean I took up my uncle's ration?"
"You can rest assured to eat, adults are more tolerant of hunger, and uncle is not so easy to starve to death."
"Huh?" Ling Xiaolu looked at his hand, "I seem to have grown up a bit."
"The newcomer is six years old when he first arrives, and then grows one year older every minute. When he is fourteen, he can help with work, and when he is eighteen, he can go out."
"It's pretty fast!"
"Of course, you will die at the age of sixty-six at most. After all, it is the era of zombies, the conditions are harsh, and the lifespan is not that long."
"How old is Uncle now?"
"Forty-four, if there is no accident, Uncle can bring you to adulthood."
He stood up and said, "Come on, uncle will teach you a simple workflow first, so you can get started directly. We have less people, so we have to work harder."
"No problem uncle!"
…
Ji Meng was born in a prosperous sanctuary. The first adult to find him was stunned for a moment, then ran into the house at the speed of light and shouted, "Prince Ji was born to us!"
"what? What?"
"real or fake?"
All the residents in the shelter ran out to watch:
"Really! My husband was so good when he was a child!"
"My God, the six-year-old little prince is so cute!"
"Let me take a picture, please let me take a picture too!"
Six-year-old Ji Meng frowned like an adult, struggling to find the person he was looking for in the tall crowd.
"Where's Lubi? Is Lubi here?" he asked crisply.
"Lubi? Who is Lubi?"
"Princess? I didn't see him coming."
"Have you been born to another refuge?"
When Ji Meng got the answer, he resolutely refused to speak again, neither speaking nor eating.
A group of adults surrounded him anxiously with food: "Prince, take a bite, or you will starve to death if you don't."
"I beg you to eat, no matter what!"
"Husband, do you have the heart to watch me as a widow?"
Three minutes later, Ji Meng died. Cause of death: starvation.
Reincarnated to another sanctuary, "Did Lubi come here?"
"Lubi? I didn't see it."
"New people are born randomly. There are so many shelters here, it's hard to meet each other."
"... Hey, Prince, why don't you eat? Is the food here not delicious? Then you can't starve yourself to death."
Ji Meng, died.
Ling Xiaolu, devoured it.
This is the last food in the shelter. Fortunately, Ling Xiaolu is fourteen years old and can help with some simple housework.
He has a very strong memory, and the uncle demonstrated the process again, and he did it well. He purifies water, makes bread, sews clothes, cuts bandages, and keeps the shelter in good order.
The uncle came back with new injuries and trophies, and couldn't help applauding his excellent learning ability.
"I didn't think you could do the work of several people alone. With you here, our Refuge will not have to worry about making a comeback!"
"Uncle risking his life to fight, what did I do?"
Speaking of this, the other party laughed: "I have gained a lot today. I got an armor that can be immune to zombie bites for a short time. After I die, I will leave these to you."
Ling Xiaolu was unhappy: "As long as the two of us depend on each other for life, what's the fun of me being alone when you die?"
"It's not a question of whether I want to die or not. You are fourteen years old, and I'm fifty-two. I have less than a quarter of an hour left in my final life. When the time is up, no matter whether I give up or not, I will be reincarnated automatically."
Ling Xiaolu showed sadness: "Since everyone is going to die horizontally and vertically, why do you have to work hard to live now?"
"Because of you," the uncle's eyes were bright, "I can only live to meet you, and you can only live to meet your descendants. If we pass it on from generation to generation, human beings will continue to live. Although the end is death, every Individual efforts to live is the most important thing in this world, and we are the fire of mankind."
"But, I still miss you."
The uncle smiled and said, "Think well, what if I reincarnated in a better-developed refuge?"
Ling Xiaolu thought about it, yes, there is no place where the conditions are more difficult.
"Well then," he said regretfully, "although I don't want you to leave, I still hope that you will be born into a wealthy family in your next life."
There was a strange noise outside, the uncle listened carefully, and his face changed drastically.
"What happened?" Ling Xiaolu was inexperienced, but he inferred from his reaction that it was not good.
"Shh—" the uncle reminded him, "It seems that there are zombies coming."
"Zombies?!" Although Ling Xiaolu knew that this was a zombie game, he had never formally faced the zombies.
The uncle looked out through the gap in the closed window and felt a chill in his heart.
"Luby!... What are you doing?"
Ling Xiaolu put the submachine gun on his head with difficulty: "Strange, why can't I carry this on my back?"
The uncle grabbed it and said, "You're not an adult yet, so you can't use weapons."
"Without weapons, how can I fight zombies, do I have to sit here and wait to die?"
The uncle made a decision in his heart in just a few seconds. Ling Xiaolu watched him throw down the equipment one by one, leaving only a vest with two rows of explosives tied across it. He's muscular, like a death squad member on a blasting mission.
"Uncle, what are you doing!"
The other party held his shoulder and motioned him to calm down: "Child, after all you were brought up by me, can I call you a child?"
Ling Xiaolu nodded nervously.
"Kid, listen to me, there are a lot of zombies outside, and the two of us together are not opponents. The only way is for me to lead them away, and then find a way to die together. You will soon be an adult, after I leave , you wear my equipment and go to find other human shelters nearby. Don't want it here, it's hard for you to persist alone."
"No!" Ling Xiaolu firmly opposed, "I can't let my uncle go to death alone!"
"If I stay, both of us will die! I don't have much time left, but it's you who has finally grown into an adult. It would be a pity to die like this!"
"But Uncle is my only relative in this game."
The other party leaned down and looked at Ling Xiaolu.
"Listen, emotion is the biggest burden of human beings, the law of the end times, only survival comes first. In a shelter with scarce resources, human beings can kill each other, and they can throw their newly born children outside to live on their own. Extinguishing, if I don’t have absolute certainty to let two people live at the same time when I meet you, I will give up on you without hesitation, you know?”
Ling Xiaolu gritted his teeth and nodded. The other party showed him the warmth of human beings, and now he also taught him the cruelty of the last days.
"Remember what I said, take all your valuables, give up here, and look for other survivors. Don't forget, we are the fire of mankind, and with fire, mankind can live forever."
Ling Xiaolu stared at him reluctantly. He was in his prime when we met, but now the corners of his eyes are wrinkled, his temples are gray, and his face is vicissitudes. In a short period of time, Ling Xiaolu seems to have followed him for half his life.
But the uncle's expression was as bright as ever, and he paused at the security gate: "Lubi, it's nice to meet you, and I hope we will have a chance to see you again after reincarnation."
The cries of the zombies followed him away, and after a while there was a deafening explosion outside the house.
Ling Xiaolu's only relative in this apocalypse is gone.
With this loud noise, Ling Xiaolu became an adult.
He recovered his original appearance, resisted the pain, put on the armor left by the other party one by one, and prepared to go.
There was a sound outside the door, and Ling Xiaolu opened the security door in surprise: "Uncle, are you not dead?"
The child outside frowned unhappily: "Who is Uncle?"
"..." Ling Xiaolu's eyes widened in disbelief, "Friend? Why are you here!"
The six-year-old Ji Meng was not angry: "Do you know how hard I worked and how many times I died to be reincarnated here? Why was it so noisy outside just now!"
Ling Xiaolu remembered that there might be zombies outside, so he quickly turned sideways and put Xiao Ji Meng in, closing the door tightly.
Ji Meng is a stinky child even if he turns six.
"I'm starving, do you have anything to eat?" He swept around the shelter unpleasantly. "Where are the others?"
"Everyone here is dead, only me is left, and now there is another you."
Ji Meng looked at him inexplicably: "Then why are you still standing here alone, why not..."
He suddenly paused, remembering the words he explained before the game started - live well, I'll find you.
Unexpectedly, Ling Xiaolu insisted on being alone for so long for him. Ji Meng's attitude softened instantly, and his eyes flickered with embarrassment.
"Is it because... waiting for me?"
"Because I promised Uncle to be the kindling for human beings!" Ling Xiaolu said seriously.
"..." Ji Meng wanted to put out the fire with a basin of cold water, "I'm hungry!"
Ling Xiaolu hurriedly brought bread for him to eat: "The family is relatively poor, so this is the only one."
He was embarrassed to say that he ate all the cans.
Ji Meng took a bite: "Hard, unpalatable."
"I made it."
"Really?" Ji nibbled away expressionlessly, "It's barely enough to eat."
Ling Xiaolu didn't mind his picky, he squatted on the ground, resting his chin in his hands, and stared at the child opposite him.
Ji Meng was a little uncomfortable under his stare: "What's so beautiful? Don't you have to work?"
Ling Xiaolu smiled: "I didn't expect to meet the six-year-old little prince, so cute."
The six-year-old little prince raised his face: "Where is it cute? It's not cute at all!"
The ferocious expression on his face made him look even cuter, and Ling Xiaolu couldn't help pinching it.
"What! Don't pinch my face! Let me go!"
Ling Xiaolu let go of his hand reluctantly: "Speaking of which, you should call me dad."
Ji's face darkened: "Dream!"
"Oh no, you are the crown prince, so you should call me the emperor!" Ling Xiaolu grinned, "I never imagined that one day I would be able to be emperor too, and I want to be enthroned!"
Ji Meng's face turned even darker: "You are going to die."
"You look so cute, so don't be cute when you talk." Ling Xiaolu pinched his face again and rubbed it.
Ji Meng was squeezed by him and said: "You give me the squirrel (hand). You give me the history (death)."
Ling Xiaolu took the opportunity to take a picture of Ji Meng's childhood, and patted his chest to assure him: "Don't worry, the emperor, although our treasury is empty, but the father said that he will raise you and make you an adult."
He proudly gestured at the impoverished refuge: "Did you see it? These are the mountains and rivers that will be left to you in the future!"
The fierce Ji Meng kicked him below, showing no respect for his father.
"Don't be long-winded, go to work!"
Ling Xiaolu shrank his head and ran to make bread to make a living.
Woohoo, this emperor is so good that he has no status...
The author has something to say: * "PUBG Mobile" game prototype "One Hour of Life"