Chapter 4: Heavenly Change II

It was not only the people of Rongcheng who witnessed this scene.

Most people across all of China, Asia, and even half of Earth saw this incomprehensible scene with their own eyes.

The eternal, unchanging bright moon already had a visible gap in it.

What kind of creature was that? Where did it come from? Why was it digging into the moon? And what was inside the moon?...

The mindless were reveling, celebrating the coming of the apocalypse; the rational began inquiring about the truth through various channels, countless calls were dialed to their respective national observatories, the NASA Weibo page soared at a rate of ten thousand per second, and those with the means quickly set up astronomical telescopes on their balconies to observe this incredible spectacle...

As a commoner, and one of the lowest kind at that, Zhang Wei did not have the ability to inquire about so many things; he only subconsciously pulled Bai Guagua to head home, back to that home which, though dilapidated, was warm.

But reason soon returned to his brain, making him stop in his tracks.

Right... no need to think about what it is, where it came from, or what it wants to do. Just a simple deduction of what might happen next is enough.

If the moon were truly destroyed by that creature, would countless scattered meteorites strike Earth? Who would its next target be?

Although no information had been exposed before, he believed that if that massive creature came from deep space rather than appearing out of thin air, then the countries with the strongest military power in this world would not be unprepared. Whether it be long-range missiles or nuclear weapons, they were likely in a state of high alert at this very moment.

If the two sides were to clash, the aftermath of nuclear weapons, the meteorites striking Earth, or even criminals taking advantage of the chaos to stir up trouble could take their lives in a matter of minutes!

If Earth were destined to perish, he would have nothing to say. But if they could successfully survive this ordeal, he did not want to be a victim of this upheaval.

Then the place where he had the highest probability of preserving his life was an air-raid shelter!!

And as a rear-guard city during wartime, Rongcheng had frequently suffered bombing by enemy aircraft, so it was not lacking in such facilities!

Along the way, various soprano and bass voices never ceased, shouting because of the terrifying changes in the sky. Zhang Wei pinched the few coins in his pocket, quickly made up his mind, and prepared to spend a fortune to hail a taxi to run to the nearest air-raid shelter, when he suddenly felt a flash before his eyes, as if electric light had streaked across the dome...

The summer sky was cloudless for ten thousand miles, where could lightning come from?

Zhang Wei looked up and saw a white line traversing the sky, from east to west, vast and mighty, then passing through the black shadow on the bright moon, triggering a roar that seemed to come from a distant, wild wasteland, soul-stirring!

That white line was initially extremely scorching and bright, then gradually permeated and spread, as if the black sky had been torn open into a huge rift, even obscuring the glow of the bright moon!

There was no weapon on Earth capable of causing such a sight!!

"What is that?? What is it?? Is it the apocalypse?? Is it a god??"

A passerby had completely lost control, screaming hysterically. Similar behavior was not rare on the streets; the mindless were even crazier, and the crazy began smashing things everywhere, triggering waves of riots.

"Fragile adults, not even as tough as elementary school students." Bai Guagua couldn't help but complain, her little head completely unable to understand the actions of these people.

Zhang Wei did not reply, only squinting his eyes as he looked at the sky. He suddenly felt the heaviness pressing on his heart disappear, so he decided to save the taxi fare and observe the situation a bit more.

However, they could not stay here any longer; who knew what kind of trouble these people taking advantage of the chaos would cause? Such riots were likely happening in more than one place, so he could not count on the police to react quickly.

Zhang Wei pulled Bai Guagua into a less crowded street and boarded a bus to head back. Fortunately, the driver was still professional and did not stop to watch the excitement.

Through the bus window, one could see that the scar in the sky was gradually dissipating, and the black shadow on the moon had also disappeared, leaving only a small, noticeable gap.

Bai Guagua, who was to the side, blinked her eyes and couldn't help but say: "Did the dead Jobs turn into a Great Demon King and want to turn the moon into his trademark too?"

Zhang Wei, who was worrying about the fate of the world, was instantly pulled out of his thoughts... your imagination is really something.

"Pfft."

A short-haired girl standing nearby couldn't help but laugh: "Your daughter is so cute."

Daugh-daugh-daugh-daugh-daughter?

Zhang Wei was completely petrified: Do I look that old? Doesn't your conscience hurt when you say that?

Before he could think of how to retort, Bai Guagua, who was to the side, was unhappy. Being lowered a generation for no reason, she wouldn't stand for it.

She immediately smiled sweetly and said: "Thank you for the compliment, big brother."

The girl almost peed herself; was this child blind or what? So she fiercely corrected her: "It's big sister."

But she saw Bai Guagua carefully point at her chest and say with an innocent face: "Books say that a big sister's here is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but yours is the Sichuan Basin."

Sichuan... Basin...

The girl looked down at her own flat chest, instantly suffering eight million points of critical damage, nearly spitting out a mouthful of old blood, falling into a state of dizziness and paralysis from which she could not break free for a long time. She was speechless for a moment, and only when the bus pulled into the station did she run off the bus in grief and indignation.

Zhang Wei touched Bai Guagua's head and said solemnly: "Guagua, you've learned to be bad... but I like it."

The bus shuttled through the streets and alleys. Just as it was about to reach the terminal station, it began to rain in the sky without warning, and it came very fiercely, pitter-pattering against the bus window. Zhang Wei looked sideways and his pupils instantly shrank.

Black-red water droplets remained on the glass, congealing without dispersing, black and deep, red and glaring...

Is this... blood?

"Ah—"

The bus stopped. Some passengers had already impatiently walked off the bus. After running just two steps, they let out a scream and hurriedly retreated back onto the bus.

"Damn it, what the hell is that??"

"Holy crap, is it raining sulfuric acid from the sky??"

Zhang Wei saw wisps of white smoke rising from the two passengers' bodies. The exposed skin seemed to have been touched by some corrosive liquid, and a layer of blood blisters quickly appeared.

The street was the same, with shouts and screams rising in a chorus, like live fish thrown into boiling oil, struggling and dancing about. They ran toward the buildings on both sides to hide from this sudden strange rain, and for a time, cries of pain were endless.

The people on the bus could not get out. The unknown turn of events plunged the interior of the bus into panic and noise, and various apocalyptic theories were being spread again.

Zhang Wei did not feel any panic; he sat steadily with Bai Guagua, waiting for this rain to pass. Ever since the constant changes in his home, he rarely felt panicked about anything.

At this time, Bai Guagua's little head leaned over and she said mysteriously: "This is the blood of Jobs the Great Demon King. How about we collect some? Maybe we can sell it for money?"

Zhang Wei felt a sourness in his nose: Such a small child, how did she get so obsessed with money?

"Good idea!" He praised her, touched Bai Guagua's head, and promised: "If we really sell it for money, I'll treat you to sugar-roasted chestnuts again."

There was no help for it; it wasn't a bad thing for a poor child to be a bit precocious.

"How is one bag enough? Chestnuts are only 15 yuan a jin, Jobs's apples sell for so much, his blood should at least sell for thirty yuan a jin, right? At least two bags... no, three bags." Bai Guagua licked her lips, her eyes filled with longing.

Zhang Wei felt a bit of a headache hearing this; you're the one who associated it with Jobs! You're the one who talked about the Great Demon King's blood like it was pig blood in the vegetable market, and even predicted the unit price.

He looked left and right, his eyes aiming at the plastic trash can at the bus door. He pulled out the trash bag inside, and while others weren't paying attention, he covered his head with the bucket and ran out...