Lu Feng watched the city and stated, “When the human bases were built, there was a comprehensive search and research. The strength of the base wasn’t sufficient and many small cities didn’t receive timely rescue.”

An Zhe stared at the endless buildings that were like the ocean. It would take at least several hours to walk from one end of the city to the other. He gently wondered, “Is this a small city?”

“Yes.”

An Zhe’s eyes widened slightly.

A city that was extremely big in his view was just a small city that was too late to be rescued for the humans. So how magnificent was the human world before the age of disaster? He didn’t know.

Since there were scattered humans around this city who were struggling to survive the disaster, were there more places where countless people who hadn’t been rescued continued to struggle, despair and die? This city was full of skeletons and the base wasn’t safe or peaceful. The entire human world was full of crying.

Such a grand world was gradually falling. Imagining this scene, he seemed to see a huge sunset gradually sinking into the black horizon at dusk, a protracted death. In this dead silence, there was the sound of something falling to the ground in the bedroom next door.

Lu Feng called out, “What happened?”

There was no answer, only Xi Bei’s trembling gasps. Lu Feng frowned, held his gun and turned to walk over. An Zhe followed closely.

The room was empty. There were no monsters or enemies. Only Xi Bei’s back was facing them, trembling violently. At first, An Zhe thought he was crying. Then after walking to his side, An Zhe saw he was staring at a comb in his hand.

It was difficult for An Zhe to describe the wooden comb but it wasn’t one but two fused together. There was the most common type of wooden comb. It had a 10 centimeter handle and fine comb teeth. The handles of two equally common wooden combs grew together closely, as if carved from the same piece of wood. The comb teeth were tilted 45 degrees, one of the left and one to the right like a two-headed snake.

However, if they were two ordinary combs at first, how did they fuse together?

Wood, a piece of wood, was the most common and safest thing. Yet due to this appearance that was beyond common sense, it brought the most unparalleled terror.

Lu Feng strode to the dresser where Xi Bei had obtained the comb. This was obviously a woman’s room before the era of disaster. On the ivory dressing table, there were countless bottles, jars and large and small tools.