Chapter 669: Please grant me a throne!
The old man held the young man's hand, and the two of them took steps at the same time, stepping onto the next step.
Boom——! !
The cries of chaos echoed in their ears.
Artillery fire continued, high-rise buildings collapsed, and countless former relatives and friends fell in a pool of blood. Chilling and despair impacted the two figures, as if the rushing tide of the times was about to engulf them completely...
The boy has grown up.
He has gradually transformed from that immature child into a young man who can take charge of his own business. He is getting taller and taller, tall enough to use his tall and strong body to carve a place for himself and the people he cares about in the torrent of troubled times.
The confusion in the young man's eyes became less and less, and the scars on his body became more and more numerous. In the end, only unparalleled determination remained in his eyes.
"Do you still dare to move forward?" the old man asked.
"Dare." The young man nodded heavily, "I must become stronger...just like my sister and him."
The old man smiled, and his youthful aura could still be vaguely seen on his face that was wrinkled by wind and frost. He and the young man raised their feet at the same time and stepped onto the sixth step.
Boom——! !
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"What did you say??!"
"When we woke up Mr. Hongchen, the dormant cabin was damaged... The x-113 agent that maintains life at low temperatures cannot be circulated inside and outside the body using conventional methods, especially when Mr. Hongchen loses his self-awareness... So... …
Lord Hongchen, cannot sleep. "
The young man's breathing was extremely heavy. He looked at the figure lying on the metal table through the observation window of the laboratory, his eyes full of struggle and pain.
"How could this happen...how could this happen..."
"Mr. Yao, our only way now is to send a distress signal to other bases... Mr. Hongchen fails to sleep. There is only one final result, which is to die of old age in his sleep. Therefore, under the most optimistic situation, the Hongchen base can only last for fifty years. Year.
Within these fifty years, we need to transfer the millions of people in the Red Dust Base to other bases in batches. Now that the tracks of the boundary train have been destroyed, this will be an extremely challenging task..."
"Isn't there...is there no other way?"
"I'm sorry, we lost the hibernation cabin. We can't fight the years, Mr. Yao."
The young man's fists clenched unconsciously. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly turned back to look at the scientific researchers:
"You just said that the malfunction of the dormant cabin was due to the inability of some medicine to circulate inside and outside the body according to conventional means?"
"Yes, Mr. Yao."
"Then what if... what if I could use some means to intervene in the human body and manually control their circulation?"
The scientific researcher was stunned for a moment, "This... is theoretically possible, but the original access device is also broken. Forcibly accessing it will cause irreversible damage to the body... Moreover, Mr. Hongchen has already fallen into a deep sleep and rashly accessed the device. If it fails, I’m afraid it will speed up death.”
"What is the probability of access failure?"
"...Seventy percent."
"...I understand." The young man took a deep breath, "Connect the device to me."
The researcher was stunned, "What did you say??"
"Attach the device to my body. If I die, then continue to evacuate the residents of Hongchen Base according to the original plan... If I survive, I have a way to extend my sister's life."
"Yes, but if you connect to the damaged sleep cabin, even if you can barely extend your life, you won't be able to pass the time by sleeping..."
"I know, as long as I can survive...even if I am barely alive." The young man walked into the laboratory, came to the sleeping figure, looked at her cheek and murmured to himself:
"As long as I live... I can fight the years for her."
A piece of embroidery thread floated out from his fingertips and silently penetrated into the sleeping Su Zhiwei's body.
Ao Shinto - [Human Embroidery Picture].
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Boom——! !
When the two of them took another step forward, the young man's body suddenly burst into blood mist.
Circular wounds as big as fists penetrated his limbs and back, like some kind of extremely thick tubes connected to his body. His originally tall and healthy body became haggard and stooped like a withering flower.
"Do we still want to move forward?" the old man asked.
"...Yes." The young man smiled miserably, "It's only been a few hundred years... grit your teeth and it will pass."
…
The torrent of history swirled around the two of them, like a turbulent whirlpool. Countless figures gathered in the small gravel, waving flags and roaring at the sky.
A series of ferocious and thick black pipes extended from the damaged dormant cabin, connecting to the frost-covered figure.
He lowered his head, his skin was pale and bloodless, like a puppet parasitized by a device. At this moment, several figures were standing in front of him, lowering their heads respectfully, listening to the weak and unquestionable voice:
"I believe...art can change the times."
"I promised those pioneers...their children to live a stable and happy life..."
"We can't eliminate nuclear radiation, and we can't guarantee that they will always be healthy, but we can make the withered earth grow the most brilliant flowers... Isn't that the meaning of art?"
"Use Qingshen Dao to draw an ideal country for all living beings...One day, this ruins will be changed because of us."
"Let's call it... floating life painting."
Many figures responded, bowed respectfully to the haggard figure, and then hurriedly disappeared from the end of the field of vision.
The haggard and pale figure with densely packed tubes on his body watched them go away, then slowly lowered his head and looked at the sleeping figure in front of him shrouded in embroidery silk.
He smiled slightly:
"If that day really comes, if I can really take that step... this picture should be finished."
"Will you come back by then?"
...
The young man's eyes opened instantly, he took a step forward, and stepped onto the eighth step with the old figure beside him!
Dong——! !
The deafening sound echoed over the world of mortals.
At this moment, the young man's appearance gradually aged under the erosion of time, and finally turned into a weathered old man... He stood with the old man beside him, like a pair of shadows across time and space.
The two figures stood on this step, gradually overlapping, like the trajectory of history gradually overlapping with reality, and the ancient and the present were witnessed by heaven and earth at this moment.
The next moment, an old and firm voice echoed in the sky:
"Qingshen Dao leader Yao Qing... please grant me a position!!"