I can be infinite

Chapter 1 Wasteland 60 Years

Wasteland 60 years.

rain.

Bailon City.

The city wall stretching for dozens of kilometers, like a huge shadow, enveloped the earth.

If Su Hao is an old dog that has lost its vitality, every time he takes a step, he needs to mobilize all the blood in his body.It wasn't until I stepped into a familiar street that I relaxed slightly.

Even if the low wooden houses around exude a decaying smell, the unknown eyes cast from the dark place constantly.

It is also much better than outside the city.

Accompanied by the sound of thunder, the rain became heavier and heavier, and it could be seen that the line of sight was getting lower and lower, and several thin figures gradually followed behind.

Su Hao stopped, took off the gray cloak, and shook the bandage wrapped around his hands.

Showing that old face full of ravines.

Although he is old, the fierce light in his eyes is like a vicious dog in the wild desert, ready to attack and hurt people at any time.

The air froze instantly.

The people behind him just stopped, and their eyes in the darkness slowly receded.

After putting on the cloak again, Su Hao lowered his head and looked at his dead wood-like palms. Thinking of his corrupted blood, he had to show his face to frighten those juniors even when he entered the city, so he lost most of his good mood to go home.

He rubbed his eyes.

I don't know why, from yesterday to now, I can always see a black spot in the middle of the eye level of my eyes.

Although he didn't feel any pain, it still caught his attention.

If he hadn't confirmed that his spirit was not under control, he would have suspected that he had been secretly tricked by the evil god in the wild.

Of course, there is another possibility that I am old.

But this is also impossible.

No matter how strong Ren Er's blood is, he cannot resist the erosion of time.

As an 80-year-old swordsman, it is a miracle that he can come back alive this time.

The home is a three-storey earthen building, located on the fifth ring road in the center of the city.

Different from the night outside the Fifth Ring Road, there are quite a few street lights here, and knights in silver armor and a small number of steam locomotives can be seen sporadically on the stone road.

Looking into the distance, there is a medieval castle palace erected in the center of the inner ring, and in the distance is the towering Bailun City Wall.

And 60 years ago, it was just a wilderness.

After the catastrophe came.

The world is reshuffled.

Eventually the Wasteland Era was formed.

Su Hao is just a drop in the ocean.

Being able to own a property in the fifth ring, Su Hao has endured a lot.

Key twisting sound.

Before entering, the heating blows on my face.

Shaking the rain off his body, Su Hao had just taken off his heavy armor when a small shadow pounced on him.

"Grandpa, you are back!"

"Xiaorou, come down first. You're so big now. Grandpa can't hold you anymore."

Su Hao looked at the girl with ponytail in front of him. Her delicate face was like a lotus sprouting out of water, her eyes were as bright as the North Star, and her frail body was like a piece of cute and charming jelly.

I couldn't help feeling relieved.

All the hard work over the years was worth it.

In addition to the granddaughter, the family also has a daughter-in-law, Di Lila.

This woman, who had a very low presence in family life, was wearing a black long-sleeved dress, with pink hair coiled up, with a seven-point upward appearance, and no light in her eyes.

Sometimes Su Hao would have doubts, how such an ordinary woman gave birth to such a lovely Su Xiaorou.

In the end, he concluded that his old Su family's genes accounted for the main ingredient.

After hearing Su Hao's movement, Dilila saluted him respectfully.

Su Hao nodded towards his daughter-in-law, showing a kind smile. He likes his little granddaughter Su Xiaorou, so he likes her mother.

Love the house and Wu.

After washing up, Su Hao looked at his eyes in front of the mirror. His pupils were normal and there were no wounds, but black spots appeared in his vision.

Shouldn't.

Between melancholy.

Su Xiaorou knocked on Su Hao's door.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat."

"okay."

Su Hao walked out wearing casual clothes, and smelled a fragrance before he walked out.

A middle-aged man with glasses that looked eight quarters like him had just taken off his shoes and came in from the door, and he seemed to have just returned.

After seeing Su Hao coming out, he put down the newspaper and said to Su Hao, "Dad, have you gone outside again?"

"Ah."

"Dad, how many times have I told you that you are already 80 years old now, can you stop making trouble?"

Su Hao looked at his son coldly upon hearing this.

Said: "When is it your turn to take care of me?"

"Brother Bai, don't say a few words." Di Lila held Su Bai, trying to stop him, but it didn't work.

"Dad, I'm not qualified to control you, but have you forgotten the promise you made before Mom left?"

"enough."

A gust of hot air gushed out of Su Hao's ears.

If he hadn't seen his granddaughter Su Xiaorou's frightened expression, he might have slapped her in the face long ago.

Seeing that Su Hao remained silent, Su Bai, who was afraid that something might happen to the old man, took a step back.

"Dad, I'm going to apply to be transferred to a concentration camp, so that even if your blood is broken in the future, we can still keep this family property."

Hearing that Su Hao's cold eyes slowly faded away, and turned into complicated and worried.

How could he not know the meaning of his son's words.

There are unwritten rules in the wasteland.

Along with the rise of dark forces, martial arts in the great changes of the world are also born in the dark.

After decades of development, martial arts has become the backbone of mankind's resistance to darkness. Technology has developed slowly or even regressed due to restrictions in most environments.

The division between martial arts personnel and ordinary people is becoming more and more strict.

Being able to own a set of real estate in the fifth ring of Bailun City is a symbol of martial arts strength.

Every day, more and more young masters apply for the right of residence in the fifth ring, and those families whose vitality and blood are corrupted and have no inheritance from martial arts masters are gradually excluded from the fifth ring.

Su Hao's family was in such a predicament.

The old Su Hao's blood was eroded by the years, and the strength of the great swordsman was less than one-tenth.

Every time the blood is mobilized, you can feel the heart suddenly fails and you can't move.

And his son Su Bai mentioned the concentration camp.

For Su Bai who doesn't have any martial arts power, it's just death.

He sighed and said: "You don't have to go anywhere, I told your Uncle Moses, even if I die, he will take care of you until Xiaorou becomes a swordsman."

"Yeah, dad, grandpa is right. I will work hard to practice. I believe I will become a swordsman soon. Besides, there are many boys in the academy who like me, and one of them is the son of a baron. If it is not possible, I will marry him."

Su Xiaorou brought food for her grandfather and father respectively, and interrupted.

Su Hao's face was ashen.

Stopping the chopsticks in his hand, he looked at Su Xiaoju and said, "Xiaorou, you are only 15 years old, you don't need to think about these things, even if grandpa dies, he won't let you make such a sacrifice."

Su Xiaorou was taken aback.

The eyes are a little red.

Di Lila also wiped away tears.

This middle-aged woman, who has become numb to life, makes people feel present only when she cries.

Su Bai patted Su Xiaorou.

Said softly: "Your grandfather is right, even if our family is all dead, I will not accept it. Dad will protect you well."

Su Hao rolled his eyes at his son.

What do you, a middle-aged man without any martial arts strength, use to protect your family in the wasteland?

Just because you are a civil servant in the Fifth Ring District of Bailun City?
This is still the golden rice bowl job that he managed up and down and spent a lot of resources to get him.

And how could the other party's frequent visits to the kiln be kept from him.

Even Xiaorou's tuition fees and family expenses have been covered by his old bones.

Perhaps feeling his father's disgusting gaze, Su Bai puffed out his chest and said something that made Su Hao's heart burst.

"Dad, I quit my job here this morning."

Before Su Hao could make a move, he continued, "Dad, I know what you're going to say. The original civilization has collapsed, and martial art seems to have become the dominant force of human beings. However, with the development of the times, rebuilding human civilization cannot rely solely on force."

"And growing up, my mother told me that "science" is the key force to rebuild human civilization. You also supported me on this point."

"The Science League of the concentration camp has invited me to be their teacher. As long as I can make some achievements in this area, we will be able to settle down in this damn doomsday when we move out of the Fifth Ring Road."

Dilila and Su Xiaorou on the side opened their mouths wide and looked at Su Hao nervously.

The expected storm did not fall.

All that's left is to sigh.

Su Hao stood up and went into the back room.

He stared at the photo in the bedside photo frame, which was also the only photo in this world.

It is the beauty that can feel a certain deep calling even through distant time and space.

It is this kind of beauty that he didn't slap his son with his hands.

But it doesn't mean he agrees with his son to do so.

And why in the wasteland world, in the precarious days, the wife has to educate Su Bai that science is the leading force to save civilization, because she is a time traveler.

Why does he support his wife's approach.

Because Su Hao himself is also a time traveler.

He can even recall the scene when he and his wife traveled together to the wasteland 60 years ago to watch the first zombie in the wilderness and collapse.

That year, he was just 20 years old. Before the civilization of this different world was eroded by the dark force, the scientific level could reach the 18th century of his hometown world.

The use of gunpowder guns is not as good as cavalry swords.

Medieval kerosene lamps were still mainstream.

The recovery science that the son mentioned is probably the series of flintlock guns that got stuck in two shots.

In the eyes of Su Hao and his wife, the scientific power that can save civilization is Dongfeng Express, the big mushroom series.

However, all of this can only be kept in my heart as a secret until it is brought into this foreign loess.

Thinking about it, he wiped his eyes unconsciously, not because he was emotionally touched by the scene, but because the black spot in the center of his vision seemed to be a little bigger.

To be finished!

(End of this chapter)