When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

Chapter 747: A Candle in the Wind

&34;Fuck...&34;

Yue Ji supported himself on his knees and struggled to straighten up, his cloudy eyeballs trembling in his deep eye sockets. These eyes, once as bright as torches, were now covered with a layer of grayish shadow, and even the broken wall that was close at hand was only a blurred outline.

The originally jet-black hair is now mixed with gray hair like fallen snow, and a few strands of withered bangs are stuck to the forehead that is oozing with cold sweat.

The beard on his chin was messy and gray, like dead weeds. The wrinkles were like cracks in a dry riverbed, spreading from the corners of his eyes to his neck, and every wrinkle was filled with dirt and blood scabs.

He tried to straighten his back, but could only maintain a hunched posture. Under the loose skin, the vertebrae protruded like a string of Buddhist beads that were about to fall apart.

When the trembling fingers brushed across the cheek, what they touched was not the elasticity of young skin, but a rough texture like old parchment.

Just as he was resting, Yue Ji fell seriously ill. It was like a horse that could not stop running, otherwise its organs would become sick due to rest.

I don't even have the energy to have a fever...

Yue Ji grinned bitterly with his cracked lips. The toxins accumulated in his body had almost brought his metabolism to a standstill. Now even the most basic inflammatory response had become a luxury.

Only from the emaciated facial bone contours and the muscle lines that have not yet completely atrophied can one barely recognize that this body originally belonged to a young man in his early twenties.

The roar of alien beasts was heard in the distance, and only then did he realize that his nails had turned into a strange gray-purple color - that was a sign of collective necrosis of cells.

After touching the familiar evolution truster, Yue Ji took a long time to condense the Storm Sword.

"You're going to regret this, I mean it."

However, when he looked at his hand again, he found that the Storm Sword was only half condensed and was much shorter.

Yue Ji looked at the sword with his right eye in confusion, but several small alien beasts had already followed the humanoid alien beast in front of him.

The attack broke out quickly. While Yue Ji was still in a trance, the whip hit him on the head. The fierce blow hit Yue Ji like a cannonball and hit him against the wall on the side.

Boom! ! !

After a muffled thud, Yue Ji fell to the ground again. Three alien beasts swarmed over him. As soon as Yue Ji stood up, he was stabbed by a sharp claw on the old wound in his abdomen.

"Ugh!"

Feeling the pain, Yue Ji turned around and slashed instinctively. After a burst of thorns pierced through the humanoid alien's head, the small alien actually used its tentacles to pick up a shotgun from the gangster's backpack.

Yue Ji was stunned for a moment. He never thought that someone in this place would get a gun, nor did he think that the alien beast could use the gun so accurately.

boom! !

Gunshots rang out immediately, and Yue Ji had to condense a giant storm sword from the side to block his body, but he was still hit in the chest by the scattered bullets.

The strong recoil and dizziness caused him to fall backwards.

Instead of pursuing the victory, the alien beast set its sights on the frightened old landlady who was standing aside.

"No! Don't kill her!"

Yue Ji quickly swung out the Molecular Cutting Sword, but the swing of his arm did not bring out any effect. Watching the landlord being violently dismantled, he forced himself to stand up despite his bullet-ridden body.

The alien beast naturally did not give Yue Ji any chance. It grabbed the old woman's head and smashed it at Yue Ji.

boom! !

Blood splashed on his face, but he just hoped that the other party would not destroy his residence. The alien beast took advantage of the victory to pursue, but Yue Ji suddenly attacked.

Stupid! ! !

The residual light of the Storm Sword had not yet dissipated, and the remains of the last two alien beasts suddenly glowed with an ominous purple light. Yue Ji's pupils shrank suddenly, but he was too late to dodge.

Boom! ! !

The shock wave of the explosion threw him off the ground, and his back slammed heavily onto the dilapidated second-hand car. With the harsh sound of metal denting, the front hood twisted into an ugly V shape.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Yue Ji spat out a mouthful of blood foam with internal organs and stroked the deformed hood with trembling fingers. With this level of damage, he didn't dare to ask for much money.

He staggered up the stairs step by step. The drops of blood behind him dripped onto the steps, causing severe pain in his body.

The mottled wall was splattered with radiating bloodstains, and several severed fingers were still stuck to the door frame. Yue Ji raised the remaining Storm Sword, and the "sizzling" sound made by the blade as it decomposed the flesh and blood on the ground also decomposed the flesh and blood.

He held up the messy head with white hair, and the face covered with age spots was still frozen with fear. When his thumb stroked the old woman's eyelids that could not be closed, a drop of liquid fell on the cloudy cornea of the corpse.

The rainstorm came suddenly.

In the hot summer, which had not rained much for a month, heavy rain suddenly fell at this time, as if mocking Yue Ji's fate, or as if God was making Yue Ji's wound worse.

Swish la la la...

After holding the head, Yue Ji left the residence. The lonely, white street lamp illuminated the entire residence, looking cold in the rain.

Yue Ji knelt on the grassy open space, half of the sword stuck in the cracked soil. The cracked earth greedily sucked up the rainwater, which mixed with blood and formed a dark red stream at his feet.

Every shovel of dirt intensified the pain in his cracked ribs, but he just repeated the mechanical movements in silence.

The tombstone was a slab of stone picked up from a garbage dump. The words carved by the Storm Sword were washed brightly by the rain:

Tomb of Liu Yumei.

An ordinary life should have a good beginning and a good end.

Until this moment, her name had no meaning.

The figure in the rainstorm gradually moved away, and only the half of the sword in front of the new grave was still gleaming in the rain. In the distance came the roar of the newly born alien beast.

When he returned to the rental house, the leaking roof had soaked the last few old books into pulp. Yue Ji stood in the puddle, staring at the floating pages with his right eye slightly open.

Yue Ji just watched all this with his slightly open right eye, breathing silently.

Returning to the restroom, which had not yet leaked, he leaned his hands on the sink and used the Storm Sword to clean the wounds on his body.

When the tip of the sword picked out the eggshell fragment embedded in his ribs, the intense pain caused him to bite half of his molars off. Blood dripped down his chin into the sink, mixing with the shell remnants.

When he turned on the faucet, the pipe whimpered in its death throes, emitting only a few drops of rust-colored water.

Even Yue Ji almost didn’t recognize himself in the mirror.

The homeless are nothing compared to the big ones.

Is this... a young homeless man covered in blood?

No, even worse.

There were blood stains and eggshells under the sink, but it seemed that clean water could not wash them away. Yue Ji was about to wash clothes, but found that the tap system was broken at this moment.

The water supply is cut off.

Yue Ji was silent for a moment, and then had to change his clothes.

The black coat he once wore, but now it was tattered and covered with traces of battle, which reminded him of his former appearance.

The bed was soaked and the ceiling seemed to have rotted away at some point.

Yue Ji leaned against the wall, not knowing where to go for a moment...