Chapter 1022 Aftermath

   "Leave me alone, let's go, I'm already content to bring me here."

   Hearing Delos' words, Yazt only felt a burst of guilt. This guilt made him even more reluctant to abandon this teacher.

   "No, teacher, hold on, you'll be fine, let's go together."

"I can't save me, I'm already infected, maybe...after a while...it will become a disgusting zombie..." When he spoke, Delos's voice became more and more hoarse, which is the iconic symbol of corpse transformation. .

   "No! No, teacher will be fine, I will bring you to the Peace Conference, the Peace Conference can control zombies, there should be a serum of zombie virus, teacher, hold on! You must hold on!"

   Listening to Yazt's words, Delos' eyes showed a hopeless smile. The world's highest-level research team has not developed a solution to the problem of anti-living substance assimilation infection, let alone the Peace Conference?

   Serum? This can't be developed at all. Even if a miracle occurs, the Peace Society will develop a serum, but now I can't support the Peace Society.

"No, child, you don't have to save me, I can't live anymore, take me, you can't leave, thank you...for helping me...for me during this time, Yazt, it's an honor to meet you …”

   Delos' voice became more and more hoarse, and the voice from his throat had a faint smell of zombie roaring.

   "No! Teacher, I will take you away, don't worry, as long as I live, I won't abandon you, don't worry!"

Delos didn't care about Yazt's words, because it was completely impossible. There are many kinds of people in the world, and Delos is the kind of person who is desperate, an ordinary person, who dares to leave the sheltered area of ​​human beings. To travel the world in search of every beauty in the world is impossible without the mental preparation for death.

Therefore, when it comes to the word death, Delos didn't take it to heart. For him, everything in this world cannot exist forever. No trace of its existence can be found anymore. The same is true for people. Death is the ultimate destination, and everyone will face it. It’s just a matter of time. What’s the difference between early death and late death?

  The only difference is the degree of commemoration of the world.

   Yazt wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Delos raising his hand.

   "Okay, boy, I only have one thing I need your help with right now."

Yazt didn't even think about Delos' request, he nodded and agreed: "Teacher, you said, I will definitely help you complete it, but you promise me, you can't die! You have a lot of things I haven't learned yet. , you can't just die like this!"

  Azt's eyes were full of hope, which was in stark contrast to Delos' dead eyes. He thought that Delos had thought of something to do it, but the next second, the words that came out of Delos' mouth completely disappointed him.

"Help me protect it, remember to find the terminal to upload the content inside, so I can be considered dead without regret, and, you help me up, I have to end my life, once I become a zombie, you But it's dangerous."

   Yazt stood there for a long time without a response, and finally, he shook his head at Delos, the expression in his eyes said everything, that is refusal!

   He rejected Delos!

   "Hurry up!" After a while, Delos roared at Yazt.

"Come on! You shouldn't give up too much for me, child, you are still young, you can still live for a long time, and...cough...you are a new human, and the lifespan of a new human will be longer than that of ordinary people. It's a lot longer, and you're willing to give up like this? Don't be stupid..."

"Well, child... I shouldn't say so much, you have a lot of things to learn with me, I hope you can continue to maintain your interest, although I can't continue to teach you the rest, but Don't worry, I'm here..." He said. Delos took out a palm-sized notepad and a two-finger photo album from the side pocket.

   He pointed to the photo album and said, "Here is my life's hard work, and this book is about photography skills. Seeing these should be helpful to you, so please help me up."

   Yazt's hands trembled and he saw what was in Tiros's hand. He looked into his eyes and was silent for a long time. In the end, he could only help Tiros up and come to the window according to his wishes.

   He knew that he couldn’t change everything that followed. Innocence might be beautiful, but reality was cruel. He could only follow the teacher’s advice. At this time, forcibly keeping him would be torture for Delos.

   "I'm sorry, teacher..." Yazt expressed his apology to Delos, and Delos waved his hand.

   "It's okay child, everyone dies, look away, in fact, you have nothing to feel guilty about, everything is inevitable, goodbye."

   Yazt let go of his hand, and Tiros smiled and said to him lightly, "Goodbye."

   This sentence is very plain, as if friends who have been together for many years had a plain conversation before leaving.

   But these two words made Yazt feel more depressed.

   He closed his eyes, and after about two seconds, there was a "bang" from below.

Yazt opened his eyes, Delos had already jumped down, and the moment his head touched the ground, his head exploded like a ripe watermelon. His death attracted the silver armored corpse inside. Climbing to the body of Delos, sniffing, and found that it was a dead kind, and then entered the building again.

The floor below    not only heard the sound of "crashing", but Yazt knew that the zombies were looking for something, and the strange sound was made.

I don't know why, after Delos left, Yazt felt no tension in his heart. It seemed that the heaviness in his heart was greater than everything else, and he kept reminiscing about the time he had been with Delos. Compared to leaving immediately, he felt more comfortable. I want to see the hard work of Tilos in this life.

   Sitting on the ground, Yazt opened the first page of the photo album. As he had guessed, it was a photo of Fu, but these works gave people a wonderful feeling.

   To say that Delos is worthy of being the top photographer in the world, when he saw the first work in his album, Yazt fell deeply into it.

  In each work, the angle, light and shadow are used to the extreme, natural and peaceful. The scenery in the wild is like being in a fairyland, and everything about the city is like being in an anime with a beautiful painting style. All the people or things in it are so beautiful.

   There seems to be that beautiful and gentle tune, and at the moment when the current play is played, it seems that an old friend flashes in my heart.

   (end of this chapter)