The existence of human beings is justified.

Throwing the three files casually on the floor, Bai Ruoyao left the company with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

However the moment he stepped out of the office, the fire blazed.

Everything in the office was burned to ashes, and the entire building burned down. The nearby players immediately used their powers to put out the fire, and a baby-faced young man left the building without any shame, as if the fire had nothing to do with him.

A few more players noticed the fire and rushed to put it out.

In the crowd, only this tall, thin figure walks backwards, away from the burning building.

The fire extinguished, Bai Ruoyao turned his head to look at the dark building and the moon looming behind it.

He turned again, without looking back, and waved his hand.

In the darkness of the night, the thick clouds dispersed with the wind, and a bright moon shone high in the sky. Under the sky, in this vast land, some people with tired bodies rushed to a place once called home, wanting to find those ordinary and simple days before the Earth came online; some people have not yet awakened from the joy of the end of the nightmare, they leaned on the street, looking at the moon.

Just like four months ago, when the Black Tower announced its return to Earth, standing at the top of the Canton Tower, the black-haired female returnee saw the moonlight that she hadn't seen for a long time. She subconsciously covered her eyes, but she felt that the moonlight was even more blinding than the sunlight, which made her shed tears for some reason.

On days when she had to play a new game of Black Tower every ten minutes and could hardly get a break, she used those ten minutes to make her way from Burma all the way back to Guangzhou.

When she is pleaded with by her mother, whom she rarely sees, to find her sister and protect her no matter what, she looks at her dying mother and makes a pact.

Kill the number one on the time charts and resurrect that girl without hesitation.

In the other's eyes were strangeness and surprise, a thousand emotions, except for joy.

In the end when that girl sneakily tried to kill herself in one of the games and stabbed that knife out of her back, she surprisingly just said, "You're too weak."

Mu Huixue held the knife in her hand, which was still a fine prop that she had given to the girl. Ordinary knives couldn't even pierce her skin, only props could make her bleed.

Blood staining the blade red, Mu Huixue looked down at the girl in front of her, let go of her cut hand and asked with a smile, "I thought we were going back to see the moon together."

The girl trembled in fear, "Yes, I'm sorry ......," however the words fell as the knife stabbed forward again.

Her body reacted more than anything else, and she killed her own sister with her own hands.

Brothers raise their arms, mothers and sons fight each other, and everything seems perfectly natural in the world of the Returned.

It all ends eventually, and both hatred and tears are buried in the coming of a new world.

At a gas station next to the Guangzhou highway toll station, Tang Mo filled a bucket with gasoline and handed it to Fu Wenduo, who leaned against the door of his car, took the bucket, opened the car's fuel filler neck, and poured in the gasoline. The smell of gasoline quickly filled the air.

Tang Mo rummages around the gas station for a while and finds a map book. It takes half a day to drive from Guangzhou to Suzhou, and that's without clearing the congested traffic on the highway along the way.

Yes, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo decided to go back to Suzhou, or rather Beijing.

Originally, the Tang Mo duo wanted to take Chen Shanshan and Fu Wen Sheng with them, but the former decided to go back to Shanghai with Luo Fengcheng and return to his hometown, while the latter wanted to go to Nanjing first. Fu Xiaodi's grandfather's family lived in Nanjing, and his mother's relatives were there. He still wanted to go back and look for them, maybe he could find some more relatives.

As the car drove slowly along the highway, Tang Mo sat on the passenger side and turned his head to look out the window. He pressed down the window and saw that the sky to the east was gradually brightening up, the top layer of the sky was still a deep blue color, but the lower layer, where it connected to the earth, was already a touch of light white.

The wind blows through the window, blowing Tang Mo's hair back.

Tang Mo: "You smoke?" He hadn't seen Fu Wenduo smoke much before. Tang Mo picked up the cigarettes from the car. The abandoned car contained some of the original owner's belongings, most of which Fu Wenduo had put away in the trunk, except for half a carton of cigarettes.

Fu Wenduo looked away, "Very little. You won't?"

Tang Mo shook his head, "I tasted it once when I was a junior high school rebel, it was too choking." Despite saying this, Tang Mo took out a cigarette and lit it up. A spark flashed between his fingers and the cigarette was quickly lit. Just after taking a drag, he frowned and threw it out the window.

"They don't allow smoking in the army, and I only tried it once after Earth came online." Fu Wenduo turned a corner and said, "But I don't think I'll smoke it again."

Tang Mo didn't say anything and put the cigarette back.

Fu Wenduo didn't say that the first time he smoked was the first day after Earth came online. He rushed as fast as he could to one of the country's classified offices and found it empty. Not only that, but in the entire office building, there was only a young soldier trembling and falling to the ground, everyone had disappeared.

The sudden end of the world gave Fu Wenduo a great deal of stress.

Tang Mo went home very calmly and decided to find his best friend to make sure he was okay. Fu Wenduo was thinking: it's really over. He had the burden of the whole country on his shoulders, and he knew the seriousness of the matter. So at that moment he stood silent, and after a while, walked over to the only remaining young soldier, and skillfully took out the cigarettes that had been hidden by an officer's friend from his drawer, and handed one to him.

Fu Wenduo coughed slightly as the bitter, dry smell of smoke lingered in his nose.

The more truth you know and the more facts you see, the more pressure you are under.

That's why Fu Wenduo desperately searches for all the information he can to find out the truth about the Black Tower, even going so far as to travel halfway across China to Shanghai to look for clues. That's how he ran into Tang Mo.

But those are in the past.

Fu Wenduo: "I'm tired."

Tang Mo turned to look at him, not understanding what he meant.

Tired?

For them now, three days and three nights without sleep is nothing.

Fu Wenduo slammed his foot on the brake and unbuckled his seatbelt, "You drive, Tang Mo."

Tang Mo: "......"

Tang Mo found it baffling, but got out of the car and changed places, driving himself. After he had driven for a while, he heard a steady breathing sound. He quietly glanced over, only to see Fu Wenduo sitting on the passenger side, somehow falling asleep with his eyes closed. He wasn't dead asleep, his hands were slightly clasped to his chest, but his expression was calm.

Tang Mo's heart fluttered slightly as he slowed down the car while pulling the window closed.

Fu Wenduo is really tired and can finally rest.

The next morning, the two returned to Suzhou.

This is Fu Wenduo's first visit to Tang Mo's home, and he doesn't walk around freely, but stands at the door to change his shoes. Tang Mo himself was amused when he finished changing his shoes: "It's been too long since I've been back, and there's dust all over the floor." He turned around and saw a man changing his shoes. When he turned around and saw a man changing his shoes, he stared and then said, "You're really fast."

Led by Tang Mo, the two cleaned the house.

There were very few people in Suzhou, and the two of them carefully observed that there were only two other people in this neighborhood besides Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo.

Everything seemed desolate and strange in the empty city.

Tang Mo polished a window before remembering that he can use his powers ah, but then thought ...... he really does not have any powers that can be used to clean the house. "In a few days we will go to Beijing and have to clean your house?"

The Fu family's house is several times larger than Tang Mo's, so it's quite time-consuming to clean it. But soon, Tang Mo thought, "Beijing is gone."

If we go back to Beijing, we may have to rebuild the city first.

Tang Mo: "Are we going to live in Beijing or Suzhou?"

"Both."

It's the same wherever you live anyway, but that brings up a very important point.

Fu Wenduo: "What will you do later?"

Tang Mo froze, "Huh?"

Fu Wenduo explains, "Occupation."

Tang Mo: "......"

He was surprisingly speechless.

After being asked for a long time, Tang Mo silently said, "...... librarian?"

Fu Wenduo laughed.

Tang Mo: "......"

Books are the ladder of human progress! Let alone before, now, even in the future, librarians are an iron rice bowl!

Fu Wenduo : "It's better to live in Suzhou for a long time more often."

Tang Mo: "Why?"

Fu Wenduo thought for a moment, "Less pressure to compete for jobs?"

Tang Mo: "......"

Not skinned and eaten by Granny Wolf, not run over by Santa Claus, not made into flower fertilizer by Queen Hong Tao, not captured by a circus ringmaster and taken back as a pet.

Tang Mo, the world's most powerful official player, never expected to be confronted with a new world in which he would have to compete for jobs all over again.

"Do you think there will be another civil service exam? I'm quite good at exams."

Fu Wenduo looked at the youth's serious appearance and could not hold back as he lowered his head and kissed him lightly.

"In the future, it can only get better."

"Uh-huh."

The existence of human beings is justified.

When Tang Mo spoke these words in front of the Black Tower, he had already seen the brightest future for mankind. Darkness had once covered this land, but it was never the darkness that shone the brightest, but the most brilliant light that belonged to humanity.

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