Chapter 884: Until the Years Separate You and Me

Putting on a heavy coat and then slipping into equally warm cotton boots, the man stepped into the cold, dark Outer Realm.

The man also had many doubts in his heart:

Where did these two young girls come from? Were there other living people in the world? Were there any surviving cities? Did humanity still have a future? Could his children ever leave the small house...

He had a mountain of questions, and even if he simplified them, there were still many things he didn't understand, and he was certain that even if he got answers, it would only breed more questions.

So, he tightened his clothes, braved the wind and snow, and led the two travelers toward the old wooden house next door.

The door was half-open, and under the erosion of time, its surface had peeled off, revealing the mottled wood underneath, with parts already decayed and turned black.

The man walked in front and pushed the door open.

Christina and Alice followed closely, shining their flashlights, examining the old house that was quite aged and had been abandoned for a long time.

Dust covered the room, the furniture was severely damaged, the once-bright paint on the chair backs had almost completely peeled off, revealing rough, jagged wood textures and the scarred traces of being gnawed by rodents.

Looking around, the wallpaper was faded and tattered, hanging weakly on the damp brick walls, with moss-like mold spots growing in several places.

The man looked around, found a relatively clean wall, leaned against it, and looked at Alice and Christina:

"I don't want the children to know about this."

The man got straight to the point, then closed his eyes gently and sighed slightly.

Alice heard the exhaustion, helplessness, and a touch of resignation contained in that sigh.

"Hmm," Christina nodded slightly.

"You know, the environment of the Outer Realm is getting worse day by day."

The man opened his eyes, his gaze deep and distant, weathered and very world-weary. ===== CHAPTER 886 =====