When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

Chapter 743 Gardenia and Blood Road

Zoga fell into a rice field outside Suzhou. The base of his broken wings was still oozing dark green juice, and every gasp was accompanied by the hissing sound of bubbles bursting.

This is the initial variable.

However, under the effect of the latest weapon, Zoga was reduced to nothing.

The remaining consciousness reminded the alien beast of the severe pain it felt when the molecules cut through its chest just now - however, the human attack was not accompanied by energy, but something sharper, like a rusty blade scraping across rusty iron sheet, with a dull heaviness of mutual destruction.

In other words, its essence is destroyed.

"Ho..."

Zoga let out a low roar and suddenly looked up at the sky. There were tiny dots of light moving in the clouds, which were human drones hovering.

Then it closed its eyes.

……

The endless night is coming...

By the time the alien beasts had surrounded Yue Ji, the sky had become so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

When Yue Ji stood up, the alien beasts around him were not as numerous as he thought. Unexpectedly, they did not launch an attack. Instead, they were collectively thinking about the philosophical ideas that Yue Ji had mentioned in the evening.

They seemed to have forgotten their purpose, or perhaps because Yue Ji himself had no fear, he naturally forgot the existence of the other party.

This was the first time that Yue Ji staggered out of the encirclement, and it was also the first time... He was unable to fight against the group of alien beasts and embarked on the road back.

After hailing a taxi, he embarked on a destinationless journey home.

The driver kept asking questions on the way, and Yue Ji's answer was.

Find a convenience store...

My phone is running out of battery.

……

Yue Ji woke up in a turbulent state.

The skin on the back of my neck felt warm and soft, with a faint scent of gardenia.

He struggled to open his eyelids, and in the black and white vision, only that soft color was slightly clearer - it was Mu Tutu's hair. She was half squatting on the passenger seat, helping Yue Ji treat his wounds...

“Don’t move.” The girl’s voice was filled with fear, but she kept it steady. “If you move now, your body might not be able to bear it.”

Yue Ji was stunned for a moment, the first thing he thought of was.

I am dead?

However, the next moment his thoughts suddenly changed.

The world after death is too hellish...

"roll……"

Yue Ji spoke, but only a hoarse sound rolled out of his throat. He could not smell the blood on his body, nor the smell of soil and disinfectant, which washed away the scent of gardenia.

"Stay away from me..." Yue Ji said with his eyes closed.

The hotel that Mu Tu Tu found was far away from the city center, and there were indeed very few people around.

She supported Yue Ji and managed to get him upstairs. The air conditioner in the guest room was turned on very high, and the white sheets were dried in the sun and were very fluffy.

"Lie down."

"what time is it."

Faced with Mu Tutu's kindness, Yue Ji just asked strugglingly, and the last trace of anger on his face did not seem like a joke.

Mu Tutu didn't answer, but filled a basin with hot water and turned to wring out the towel. Her movements were fast, but she would suddenly slow down when she touched his wound. Her fingertips brushed the place where the gravel was embedded in his brow bone, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

"Where did these wounds come from...?"

Yue Ji did not answer. From the past few minutes, he had been in a brief state of shock and coma.

Mutuda brought warm water and used a cotton swab to wipe his chapped lips.

This time, the intense pain caused blood to spurt from the wounds all over Yue Ji's body, and he woke up because of the pain.

"Oh! Oh! ..."

Listening to Yue Ji's panting, Mututuo asked worriedly.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Her eyes were red, and she herself didn't understand why. "Your esophagus is badly ulcerated. You can't drink water or eat for the time being."

She took out a glass bottle from her bag, which contained a light yellow liquid. "This is a nutritional supplement. I asked the pharmacy owner to prepare it for me. Try to see if you can swallow it."

Yue Ji watched her pour the nutritional supplement into a spoon and pass it to his mouth. He turned his head away.

"You are a god to be able to tell... about esophageal ulceration..." he said. His voice was as light as a sigh, and it was also speechless and difficult to evaluate.

Mu Tutu didn't say anything, just stopped the spoon in mid-air. After a while, she suddenly put the spoon heavily on the bedside table, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, with her back to him and her shoulders slightly shrugged.

"Do you think you're being heroic?" Her voice was muffled. "Last time in the alley, you were like this too. You were so badly injured that you could barely move, yet you still walked by yourself. You almost died in the alley. Yue Ji, can you please stop being like this?"

"When did you know my name?"

"You said that while you were unconscious."

Yue Ji closed his eyes, enduring the intense pain in his body, and the environment fell into silence.

"You are forcing yourself to die now..."

Mu Tutu turned back suddenly, her eyes moistened. She touched her eyes and said, "Am I not dead yet?"

"Awesome." Yue Ji shook his head, "I don't want to care about anyone anymore."

Mu Tutu held back her tears and murmured.

"It's like this every time... Every time I have to watch as a bystander... You die over and over again."

She suddenly grabbed Yue Ji's hand. Through her skin, she could feel the coldness of his fingertips, and there were dried blood scabs embedded in the nails. She put his hand on her face, and the warmth of her skin came from his palm, which made his fingertips curl slightly.

Of course, Yue Ji was unconscious again at this time... otherwise he would not have allowed Mu Tutu to do this.

"The show isn't over yet." She choked up and said, "If you dare to leave early, I'll..."

The rest of the words were never spoken, and Yue Ji naturally didn't hear them.

"My old friend... was called Yue Ji, and you were just like him... you were alone. We always got together in the middle of the night to play.

But I don’t want to see you suffer like this anymore… I don’t know what this world is, nor why I came here, but you are the only person I know.”

Brush la la la...

It was raining outside, at two o'clock in the morning, she looked at the unconscious Yue Ji with concern.

When the other party closed his eyes, he also heard Mututu humming a song in a trance. The song was very soft, mixed with the sound of the air conditioner, and it flowed over his ears like a tide, very soft and smooth.

In the guest room on the second floor of the hotel, Mu Tutu was putting Yue Ji's hand into the quilt and tucking it in for him. The moonlight came in through the gap in the curtains and shone on his pale and old face.

The moon outside was silent. For some reason, the sunlight wasn't that strong recently, and the death moon hanging high in the sky was getting dimmer and dimmer.

Mutututa looked out the window. If one didn't look carefully, one couldn't distinguish the waning moon from the surrounding stars.

The moon is silent.