If things mutually contaminated each other, if the properties of a living thing changed instantly, why couldn’t other objects? What was the difference between a biological body with a DNA spiral and other inanimate matter? Thus, paper and wood would also contaminate each other, as would steel and plastic.

Then it would be the case for all tangible things in the world. It was just that this process was happening gradually. This torrent was just starting. The pollution of genes was a precursor and it was shown to humans.

In these days when the geomagnetic field disappeared, the mixed-type monsters ate wildly and took the genes of other creatures to grow themselves. They were like humans hoarding food to deal with winter. Had they already felt it?

Xi Bei’s voice trembled. “In the end…”

He couldn’t finish.

What type of era was this? What type of disaster were they facing? What exactly was happening? What was it? What was it?

An electric light cut across the sky. The windows shook and the wind cried out in the distance, making a long noise that poured into the room. Their clothes were blown in an agitated manner.

An Zhe looked up and he and Lu Feng stared at each other, the cold green eyes as dark as the sky outside. The moment they looked at each other, thunder was heard in the sky. The sky became lower and between the vast sky and earth, rain poured down.

In the rain curtain, everything outside couldn’t be seen or heard. There was an endless grey, endless nothingness, endless horror.

Madam Lu’s gentle voice and the grandfather’s hoarse voice overlapped together in An Zhe’s ears. “The time is coming.”

CHAPTER 65

Then they found more evidence in this room.

The windows were difficult to push open because the steel edge had already been fused to the base.

Looking at the skeleton, the leg bones had disappeared into the sofa. The ugliest existence was an inverted chandelier on the ceiling of the bedroom. Its lampshade and metal brackets were mixed and melted into each other, flowing down softly like the final burning of a candle. The original white lampshade was covered with black dust and each dust was a black spot the size of a needle. They were clustered closely together like they would squirm at any moment.

This strange thing that shouldn’t have happened was beyond the limits of human cognition and science. It made An Zhe have an illusion that this world was like wax melted by fire, gradually mixing together.