Marvel Road to Survival

Chapter 144 Meeting and Arrival

Qiao Qi saw the collapse of the universe and the destruction of galaxies. The Milky Way and the Andromeda Galaxy did not meet for a day, and at this moment they turned into cosmic dust.

The boundary of the rapidly expanding universe began to shrink suddenly. Countless indescribable great beings of various shapes appeared and were then annihilated. Five familiar shadows disappeared in a flash. Qiao Qi could not distinguish anything, nor did he get any effective information. .

I just feel that everything has become 0. In this world, only the tall purple figure is standing. He is the 1. Only he exists. All 0s have meaning, and all energy and quantity have the possibility of movement.

His vision blurred, and Qiao Qi stood in front of the eyes of the purple figure. Qiao Qi stared into these cold eyes. The giant closed his eyes, and so did Jozy

When he opened his eyes again, Qiao Qi smelled the pungent smell of disinfectant and looked at a doctor preparing for cardiac pacing. His shirt was peeled off and Vaseline was smeared on his chest.

Under the stimulation of the electric shock, Qiao Qi, who had just opened his eyes, fainted again. He only remembered that he was dreaming intermittently, but the dream was no longer as clear as before, and there was no stimulation brought to him by those scenes.

The only clear image in the dream was that he returned to his home and opened the bedroom door. There was darkness inside, and a voice was whispering, as if calling Qiao Qi softly in his ear.

But Qiao Qi could no longer remember all that. After he woke up completely, all he could see was Wen Qing's worried face. The clock on the wall showed the time was 4:44 in the morning.

"woke up"

"Doctor, he's awake, he's awake"

Wen Qing quickly shouted loudly, forgetting the taboos in the hospital.

The doctor came quickly. The uncle with glasses carefully checked Qiao Qi's condition, then turned to Wen Qing and said:

"It is recommended to transfer to the brain department and let the neurology department organize a doctor's consultation. The patient's medical records show that he had just passed out not long ago, and the diagnosis at that time was abnormal brain discharge."

"This is very abnormal. Maybe there is something we haven't found. It is recommended to do a blood angiogram to check again." The doctor dutifully recommended several experts to Wen Qing.

Although Qiao Qi was awake in bed and felt that he was in good condition, as usual, no one paid him any attention. The boss and the doctor discussed his condition and had a lively conversation.

Qiao Qi pressed her left chest with her right hand and felt her heartbeat carefully.

The diamond heart is still a lonely hollow. Why do I feel like I shouldn’t be here?

Qiao Qi spoke quietly, with a flat and emotionless voice. The tone sounded younger than his actual age, like the voice of a teenager:

"I don't have any other problems, just low blood sugar."

Time froze for less than a second, and Wen Qing and the doctor also froze for a moment.

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with this patient. He just fainted due to low blood sugar. Just go home and pay attention to his diet." The doctor's face no longer had the expression of embarrassment and hard thinking before. He was very relaxed and explained in just two sentences. I left the ward with brisk steps.

A few seconds ago, the thick test report on the doctor's hand was missing, as if it had disappeared out of thin air. Wen Qing seemed to have forgotten the doctor's statement before. She just told Qiao Qi to have a good rest, not to worry about the Four Kingdoms Art Exhibition, and to go to work when she felt better.

After that, Boss Wen said goodbye and left. It seemed that what the doctor had just said about Qiao Qi being terminally ill was false and had never been said before.

Qiao Qi didn't feel anything strange. He just felt that he had fainted and had many dreams. The images in those dreams were very blurry. When he woke up, the doctor told him that he had hypoglycemia.

Asgard, the Bifrost bridgehead, Heimdall's guarded place.

The two-meter-tall little giant Heimdall used his last strength to gather the power of dark magic and brought the top warriors of Asgard back to Asgard. However, the black man still made a mistake in his operation. After completing the magic, he fell into a coma and had no time to care about the demon-like creatures that smuggled in.

While crossing the rift opened by dark magic, Blue fell into a long dream. There, there was a terrifying battlefield that turned the world upside down.

He saw two shadows beside him, one was a transparent human figure, seemingly unconscious, watching everything indifferently.

The other was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger as he stared at Blue coldly. The young man was naked and his whole body was in a translucent state. His condition was very unstable.

Granulation sprouts rolled out from under his skin from time to time, as if tentacles were constantly multiplying. The pink granulation sprouts sometimes turned into faces, and sometimes turned into evil eyes.

There is a big black hole on his left chest. There is a void there. The tendrils of flesh protruding from his body are twisting and trying to fill the big hole, but they can't. All the tendrils are blocked by the black hole in his heart. Swallowed, no movement.

"Bru"

The young man called softly and glanced at Blue.

"Jozy"

The young man turned his head and glanced at the hazy and unconscious figure.

"My heart"

The young man stretched out his hand to touch the unconscious shadow, but was blocked by a strong force. His hand began to collapse, eroded, and turned into rotten flesh and withered bones.

His body kept squirming, and the flesh sprouts made up for the destroyed arm. This weird and terrifying sight calmed Blue, and he didn't dare to move.

"All of this is fake and just your imagination."

"Jozy"

"You can't just be Jozy anymore. You are Jorge Garcia now. Apart from that, you are Jozy."

The young man said calmly:

"Time is running out, my heart"

The hazy shadow was unmoved. As a bystander, Blue actually had the same experience. He felt that he might be the strange shadow, or the strange young man, or both of them. They all have the same roots and essence as themselves.

"Hello, I'm Blue"

Blue wanted to participate. He felt strange. He felt that he was qualified and entitled to participate in this discussion, or this game. It's like if you don't participate, you won't be yourself.

"It's none of your business." The young man glanced coldly.

"roll"

As soon as he spoke, Blue felt like the world was spinning, he lost his sense of direction, and everything in front of him.

He only remembered that a few pieces of the young man's flesh buds flew into his body, twisting and squirming and burrowing deep into his body.

In the vast sky and earth, the young man's anger burned the sky, the battlefield became more intense, and the tall figure at the end of the earth became more terrifying.

He saw through Blue at just one glance. They had the same roots but completely different ideas.

Immediately he sighed softly and continued to communicate with the phantom in front of him. It seemed that he had done this communication many times, but no response was received.

Blue opened his eyes and saw old video tapes and vinyl CDs lying on the floor at his feet, as well as some collectible old magazines.