For some reason, this strange scene in front of me suddenly reminded Wu Han of the Western abstract oil paintings, which are also the painting style that is never understood, but this scene that really appears in reality will definitely have strong capital that makes people shudder.

The entire Jiao River seemed to be transformed into ashes and rubble by the high temperature in an instant, and the burnt black ruins continued to emit a hot and thrilling high temperature. As a burning heat wave came, accompanied by it, it was a bad smell similar to burning hair. When his nose smelled this smell, Wu Han thought of the source of the smell. Even though he was knowledgeable, he felt his stomach and intestines tumbled and could no longer help vomiting. His legs were kneeling on the ground with melting snow, vomiting. Wu Han's thinking did not stop. He was instinctively looking for the answer to the question.

Nuclear weapons. There is probably no other force in this world that can create such a tragic killing scene except nuclear weapons.

Although Wu Han noticed unusual unusual situations such as not seeing half a pedestrian on the roadside, the doors of many houses were half open, these disasters were not as shocking as seeing the city transform into a ruined wall. At this moment, Wu Han, who had already vomited his stomach and was only left with dry retching, suddenly realized that the world he had once known was gone forever, and the future would be completely unpredictable.

"Oh my God! What is this...how is it possible...are I dreaming?"

Wu Han was so excited that his eyes were almost protruding out of his eyes. Facing the miserable and unable to describe his miserable city ruins in the language and texts that humans already have. Even though he always claimed to be knowledgeable and said that Mount Tai collapsed and was still in a state of aphasia after extreme mental shock. He kept screaming hysterically, Wu Han ignored the gray-white dust that floated over the city ruins along the wind and then slowly fell, gently covering his body.

Suddenly, it seemed that he could hear Wu Han's roar. A fat and bloated black shadow suddenly jumped out of a pile of firewood not far away. As soon as Bu saw Wu Han's face, the black shadow shouted:

"Amitabha! The Buddha is merciful! Old monk, I finally saw a living person!"

Suddenly hearing the voices coming from behind, Wu Han was stimulated and immediately shuddered, then woke up. He looked at the mysterious figure who was tightly wrapped in plastic film in great surprise, and carefully identified it. Wu Han then said in shock:

"Master Lekong, why are you here?"

This old monk with a short figure that looks like Wu Dalang and has a horizontal development trend. A wrinkled old face full of old people spots and few teeth left in his mouth. It was the abbot of the "Xueyuan Temple" nearby, a big temple with a strong incense. Wu Han accompanied the leader of the headquarters to the Taohuayuan Scenic Area many times to visit the incense of Xueyuan Temple. He had seen this respected old monk several times. Of course, they were not familiar with each other, and they were just nodding.

When the old monk Lekong heard Wu Han’s question, he clasped his hands together and said in a hurry:

"Oh! It's a long story, it's hard to say! Donor, leave here quickly, the radiation is very powerful. Come on, put on the mask first and suck the radiated dust into your lungs, which is amazing!"

Hearing this, Wu Han suddenly realized how dangerous and terrible his behavior was a mistake. He immediately changed his face and then he rushed to blow off the dust on his body. Then, Wu Han took out the bucket from the forklift. He washed his hands, head and face and other exposed parts, and then rinsed his mouth and nose. After a long time of struggle, Wu Han made himself pale, and then put on the mask handed over by the old monk.

Wu Han certainly saw some information on how effective the nuclear weapons, which are known as the world-destroying killing weapon, had he not been able to remember the harm of residual radiation, and at this moment he could not stop being afraid.

How can there be a complete egg when the nest is destroyed? Since even small cities like Jiaohe that cannot be found on the national map have been blown into ruins by nuclear weapons, any person with normal intelligence can imagine that large and medium-sized cities with dense populations such as the Capital and the Magic City will definitely not end up better than Jiaohe.

Wu Hanqiang calmed down and turned his head toward the old monk Lekong and said:

"Master, if you have no place to go, why not hide at us first!"

The old man is old, the horse is old, and the rabbit is old, and the eagle is hard to get. Old Monk Ye Kong has lived to be over 80 years old. Speaking of which, most of his life has been through the ups and downs of the world. Not only has the era of the whole country preparing to fight a nuclear war in the last century, but even the fierce struggle of calling for overthrow of all monsters and monsters, he was unable to send him to the west to see the Buddha. It shows that Old Monk Ye Kong is a person with tenacious vitality as strong as wild grass. The old Monk also has a clear judgment on the bad situation in front of him. As soon as Wu Han raised the ladder, he immediately climbed up the pole.

Immediately, the old monk Likong grabbed Wu Han with great enthusiasm and said:

"Amitabha, I have this intention, so it's better to go together."

"...That happened last evening. All the monks in the temple went home for the New Year. What? Why do you ask the monks why they still went home? Alas, there are not many real monks these days. They are all graduates of Buddhist colleges, and they don't delay getting married and having children. They took a wig and who knows what he did? Amitabha, I have violated the precepts, I have sinned! Sin. I am the only old monk in the temple. I just had evening classes, and suddenly I felt merciful and tragic... Alas, it's a disaster!"

After hungry for a whole day, the hungry old monk, Likong, didn't care about the etiquette of the table. While eating indecently swept the porridge and pickles on the table like a whirlwind, he told everyone around him who were indefinitely close to gold paper. After listening to this tragic incident in the world, the ladies present looked no more. Needless to ask, they naturally remembered the misfortune of relatives and friends at home, not to mention that they had to face the unpredictable terrible future. A sound of mourning suddenly broke out in the restaurant.
Chapter completed!