March, early spring.

A corner of the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou.

The hazy sky was gray and black, showing a heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlap and blend with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

The blood-colored rain, with sadness, fell into the mortal world.

The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.

The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and broken flesh, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling with people are now deserted.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud and was full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft of the carriage, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.

There seemed to be some resentment left in his turbid eyes, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of him.

There, a figure was lying down.

This is a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes are torn and covered with dirt, and he has a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

But even when the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle.

Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, occasionally observing its surroundings vigilantly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the air.

The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity.

After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog.

In an instant, a cold light suddenly appeared in the young man's squinted eyes.

His body was like an arrow off the string, he rushed out quickly and went straight to the vulture. With a flick of his right hand, he pulled out a black iron stick from the leather bag on his waist.

A sharp cold light flashed from the tip of the iron stick.

Perhaps because of the sense of murderous intent, the vulture immediately noticed the moment the young man rushed out. It was frightened and flapped its wings in the air, about to fly away.

But it's still too late.

The black iron stick turned into a black line and shot out as the young man swung it expressionlessly.

puff!

The sharp iron stick instantly penetrated the vulture's head, shattering its skull and killing it instantly.

The powerful impact brought its body down, and with a bang, it was nailed to the carriage not far away.

The bloody doll on the side was also shaking more and more due to the turbulence of the carriage.

The young man's expression was calm, and his speed did not stop at all. He ran straight to this place, and when he arrived, he grabbed the vulture's body together with the iron stick.

The force was so strong that a small piece of the carriage was lifted up from the part where the iron pick was nailed.

After doing this, he quickly left along the edge of the street without looking back.

The wind seemed to be stronger at this moment, and the bloody doll on the carriage swayed as if watching the boy go away.

Farther.

The wind was indeed stronger, carrying the chill from the rain, blowing through the young man's thin clothes.

The young man shook involuntarily, frowned slightly, shrank his clothes, and made a sound of inhalation.

He hates the cold.

The way to resist the cold was to find a sheltered place to rest, but the boy running on the street did not stop at the slightest speed, and dilapidated shops passed by his eyes.

He doesn't have much time left.

Because hunting vultures took too long, there was still one place he had not gone to today.

"It shouldn't be far." The young man whispered to himself, speeding along the street.

On the way forward, blue-black corpses could be seen everywhere. Their hopeless faces were full of ferocity, as if they had turned into an aura of despair, trying to contaminate the young man's mind.

But the young man was so used to it that he didn't even look at it.

As time passed, the young man looked at the sky from time to time, with a little anxiety on his face. It seemed that to him, the change in the sky was more terrifying than those corpses.

Fortunately, soon after, when he saw a medicine shop in the distance, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and rushed away.

The medicine shop was not big, and there were many medicine cabinets scattered on the ground. It gave off a musty smell, like a tomb that had been opened and was full of mess.

There is also the corpse of an old man in the corner, covered in black and blue, leaning against the wall, seemingly unable to close his eyes and looking at the outside world.

The young man stepped in, took a quick look, and immediately started rummaging around.

Most of the medicinal herbs here have turned into blue-black like those of the corpses, only a few of them are still normal.

Among these normal herbs, the young man carefully identified them for a long time.

As if recalling past experiences, he finally picked up a common golden grass and took off his thin clothes, revealing a huge scar on his chest.

The scar has not completely healed, and you can see that the edge of the wound has begun to turn black, and there is even some blood oozing out.

The young man looked down, crushed the herb, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and raised his hand to apply it little by little on the wound.

In an instant, the severe pain from the wound suddenly hit like a raging tide, causing the young man's body to tremble uncontrollably, but he forced himself to endure it, but he could not suppress the sweat on his forehead, and drops fell down his cheeks on the dark ground.

It became smeared.

The whole process lasted for more than ten breaths. After he had completely applied the herbs to the wound, the young man seemed to have lost all his strength. He held on to the medicine cabinet beside him and waited for a long time before taking a deep breath.

Slowly put on clothes.

He looked at the sky outside again, thought about it, took out a broken map from the leather bag on his waist, and spread it out carefully.

The map is very simple and depicts this city.

The locations of the pharmacies inside have been marked, and many areas in the northeast direction have been marked with crosses, leaving only two areas without crosses.

"After searching for these days, it should be in these two areas." The young man murmured in a low voice with a hoarse voice. He put the map away and was about to leave.

But before leaving, he looked back at the old man's body and his eyes fell on the body's clothes.

It was a leather jacket. Perhaps due to the special leather, the leather jacket was not very corroded.

The young man thought for a while, walked over, took off the leather jacket from the old man's body, and put it on himself.

The leather jacket was a bit big, but after wrapping his thin body, the young man finally felt a touch of warmth. So he lowered his head and looked at the old man's open eyes, raised his hand and gently covered it, making him close his eyes.

"Rest in peace." The young man said softly, tore off the curtain in the shop, covered the old man's body, and turned around to leave the medicine shop.

As he walked out, a glimmer of light shone in front of his feet. The young man looked down and saw a fragment of a palm-sized mirror in the bloody mud.

In the mirror, he saw his own face.

The face reflected in the broken mirror was covered in dirt, but it could still be seen that it was an extremely delicate face.

It's just that the immaturity that a thirteen or fourteen year old should have is gone, replaced by indifference.

The young man silently looked at himself in the mirror on the ground. After a while, he raised his feet and stepped on them.

There was a click.

Cracks appeared one after another.

After crushing the mirror with his foot, he swayed and ran away.

On the ground, the broken mirror was full of cracks, but it still reflected half of the vast human face in the sky, which seemed to cover the world and all living beings, like the broken face of a god.

The remaining face is indifferent with closed eyes, standing high above, with only strands of withered and curved hair hanging down.

It is the same natural existence of this world as the sun and moon.

It seems that under Him, all living things are like ants, and like the sting of insects, the growth of all things is affected by it and has to change.

At this moment, the sky was gradually losing its brightness under the remnant face of this god.

The shadow of the setting sun is like a black haze, filling the ruins of the city and covering the earth, as if it wants to swallow everything up.

The rain is getting heavier

As the night gradually swallowed up, so did the wind, sending out bursts of sharp whimpers.

It was as if the roar of a fierce ghost began to awaken the strange existence in the city, causing all kinds of creepy sounds to respond one after another like a soul-stirring one.

The running boy's steps are faster and his movements are more urgent. Between this and the falling night, you are chasing after each other, and he nimbly shuttles through the streets.

Until, when he passed by a collapsed house and wanted to use his strength to make a long jump, the young man's pupils suddenly shrank.
To be continued...