As he spoke, the old man stared up at the dark sky above the city. An Zhe followed his gaze. The sky was so low, horribly low, as it hung heavily above the horizon. The aurora was so bright and the green light was also lower, mixing with the dark clouds. Lu Feng had said the reason why the aurora was so bright was because the base had made the frequency of the artificial magnetic field stronger in order to resist distortion.

“People grow on the ground and die on the ground. The sky…” The old man looked peaceful, his voice gradually becoming lighter and quieter. “The sky will only get deeper and lower.”

Once the last words came out of his mouth, he slowly folded his hands together. His eyes slowly closed.

Xi Bei’s legs softened and he knelt down in front of the old man, placing his hands on the skinny knees. “Grandpa? Grandpa?”

There was no response. The old man’s chest stopped moving. He had left. Death was in an instant.

Xi Bei started crying as he buried his face in the old man’s knee.

Once he finally raised his head again, An Zhe whispered, “Are you okay?”

“I’m… okay.” Xi Bei stared blankly at this grandfather’s face and murmured, “Grandpa previously said that he isn’t afraid of death. He said that everyone alive has their own mission. His mission was to protect everyone in the mine. To watch the mine survive until this day, he already… it is okay.”

Xi Bei looked up at the old man’s face, his withered, dusty face. His white hair was messy and tangled in some places. In the dark underground, no one could live decently.

He muttered, “I… I’m going to find a comb.”

He got up in a depressed manner and went to the other room. A late life was dead.

In this room, this was another long-dead life. An Zhe turned to look at the sofa in the living room that had a skeleton on it. Its flesh and blood should’ve naturally rotted because the sofa was covered with green, yellow and brown mottled traces, which were traces of mold growing.

“It started out as super bacteria and fungi and viruses were breeding in human cities. They infected everyone without distinction and the cities were full of corpses. Anyone who has visited the ruins in the wilderness would know about this.” The words once spoken by Poet rang in his ears.

He looked out the wind. Dead buildings, a dead city and buildings full of skeletons. Each skeleton was a dead life.

Lu Feng saw that An Zhe’s gaze was still so calm as he looked into the distance. However, under the reflection of the dark sky, the subtle movements in this quiet and beautiful face combined together to present an indescribably light, smoke-like sadness.