March, early spring.

The eastern part of Nanhuangzhou, a corner.

The hazy sky was gray and black, with heavy depression, as if someone had sprinkled ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and stained the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blending with each other, and crimson lightning is spreading, accompanied by the rumbling thunder.

It's like a god roaring, echoing in the world.

The bloody rain falls to the mortal world with sadness.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent in the dim bloody rain, lifeless.

The city is broken and ruins, everything withered, collapsed houses, as well as blue-black corpses, minced meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withered.

The bustling streets in the past are now bleak.

The sandy road that once came and went, there was no noise anymore.

Only the blood mud mixed with minced meat, dust and paper was left, and it could not be separated from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was deeply trapped in the mud, full of sorrow, only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, drifting in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked in wet red, full of gloomy and weirdness.

The turbid pupils seemed to have some resentment, and they looked alone at the mottled stones ahead.

There, a figure lay on his back.

This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, dressed in a broken dress and covered in dirt, and a broken leather bag tied to his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold spread through his worn-out coat from all directions, gradually taking away his body temperature.

But even if the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink and stared at the distance coldly like a falcon.

Looking along his eyes, seven or eight feet away from him, a skinny vulture was eating a wild dog's carcasses, and sometimes he was alert to observe the surroundings.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, there is a moment of slight movement, and it will instantly soar.

And the boy is like a hunter, waiting patiently for the opportunity.

After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely penetrated its head into the wild dog's abdominal cavity.

In an instant, the boy's squinting eyes suddenly appeared.

His body rushed out like an arrow, and he rushed straight to the vulture. With his right hand, he pulled out a black iron stick in the leather bag on his waist.

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

Perhaps it was the perception of murderous intent. The moment the boy rushed out, the vulture immediately noticed it, and when he was frightened, he flapped his wings and flew away.

But it's still too late.

The black iron tag turned into a black line and shot out as the boy's expressionless face swung.

puff!

The sharp iron stick pierced into the vulture's head in an instant, shattering the skull, and killing it instantly.

The powerful impact force led its body to tilt and fell, and with a bang, it nailed to the carriage not far away.

The blood-colored doll next to him was also shaking more and more due to the turmoil of the carriage.

The boy looked calm, his speed did not stop at all from beginning to end, and he went straight to this place. After he arrived, he grabbed the vulture's corpse and the iron mark.

The force was so strong that a small piece of the carriage was nailed into by an iron stick was also lifted up.

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

The wind seemed to be even stronger at this moment. The blood-colored dolls on the carriage were shaking, as if they were watching the boy's departure.

Going further and further.

The wind is indeed even stronger, carrying the cold in the rain, blowing through the boy's thin clothes.

The boy couldn't help but shook his eyebrows slightly, his clothes were shrunk, and his breath sounded inhaled from his mouth.

He hates the cold.

The way to resist the cold is to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain to rest, but at this moment, the boy running on the street did not stop at all, and broken shops passed by his eyes.

He doesn't have much time.

Because hunting vultures took too long, he still had a place he didn't go to today.

"It shouldn't be far away." The boy whispered to himself, galloping along the street.

On the way forward, blue-black corpses could be seen everywhere. Their faces that had lost hope were filled with hideousness, as if they had turned into a breath of despair, wanting to contaminate the young man's mind.

But the boy was used to it and didn't even look at it.

Until time passed, the boy looked at the sky from time to time, with a little anxiety on his face, as if for him, the change of the sky was even more terrifying than those corpses.

Fortunately, soon, when he saw a pharmacy in the distance, the boy breathed a sigh of relief and rushed away.

The medicine shop is not big, with many medicine cabinets scattered on the ground, emitting a moldy smell, like a tomb that has been opened, full of mess.

There was also an old man's body in the corner, with a blue and black body. He leaned against the wall, as if he had no time to rest and looked at the outside world without any energy.

The boy stepped in and glanced and immediately began to search.

Most of the herbs here are like those corpses, turning blue and black, and only a few are still normal.

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

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

The scars have not yet fully healed, and you can see that the edges of the wound have begun to turn black, and some blood even seeps out.

The boy looked down and pinched the herbs, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, raised his hand and applied it to the wound little by little.

In an instant, the wound was so painful like a surging tide that suddenly hit, causing the boy's body to tremble uncontrollably, but he forced himself to endure it, but the sweat on his forehead could not be suppressed, and it fell drop by drop on the dark ground along his cheeks.

Become a smudge.

The whole process lasted for more than ten breaths until he applied the herbs completely to the wound. The boy seemed to have lost his strength and held the medicine cabinet beside him. After a while, he took a deep breath and slowly put on his clothes.

After looking at the sky outside again, he thought about it and took out a broken map from his waist bag and spread it out carefully.

The map is very simple, and it depicts this city.

The locations of the pharmacies inside have been marked, and in the northeast direction, many areas have been scratched with nails, but only two areas have no forks left.

"I have been searching for these days, I must be in these two areas." The boy's voice was hoarse and murmured in a low voice. He put away the map after putting it away.

But before leaving, he turned around to look at the corpse of the old man beside him, and his eyes fell on the corpse's clothes.

It was a leather jacket, perhaps because of its special leather, and the corrosion degree of the leather jacket was not high.

The boy thought about it, walked over, took off the fur coat from the old man's body, and put it on his body.

The fur coat was a little big, but after wrapping his thin body, the boy finally felt a hint of warmth, so he looked down at the old man's open eyes, raised his hand and gently covered it, so that he could close his eyes.

"Rest in peace." The young man said, tearing off the curtain inside the shop, covering the old man's body, and turning around and leaving the medicine shop.

As he walked out, a glimmer of light appeared in front of his feet. The boy looked down and saw a broken mirror the size of a palm in the blood mud.

In the lens, he saw his face.

Although the face reflected in the broken mirror is full of dirt, it can still be seen that it is an extremely beautiful face.

But there is no longer the immaturity that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old should have, and it is replaced by indifference.

The boy looked at himself silently in the mirror on the ground, and after a while, he raised his foot and stepped on it.

With a click.

Cracks appeared one after another.

After shattering the mirror, his body shook and galloped away.

On the ground, although the broken mirrors filled the cracks, they still reflected the sky, as if they had covered the world and sentient beings, like half of the vast human face on the remaining face of a god.

The remaining face closed his eyes and was cold and high above, only strands of withered curved hair hanging down.

That is the natural existence of this world like the sun and the moon.

It seems that under Him, all living beings are ants, and like the awakening of insects, the phenomenon of the growth of all things must be changed by it.

At this moment, the sky was gradually losing its light under the remains of this god.

The shadow of the sunset is like black haze, which permeates the ruins of the city, covering the earth, as if to swallow everything.

The rain is getting heavier

As the night gradually swallowed, the wind was also like this, and sharp whimpers came from.

It was like the roar of an evil ghost, and it began to awaken the strange existence in the city, causing all kinds of creepy sounds to respond one after another like a soul-stirring person.

The running boy steps faster and moves more quickly. Between this and the arrival of the darkness, he flexibly travels through the streets.

Until, when he passed by a collapsed house and wanted to jump away with the force, the boy's pupils suddenly shrank.

He saw from the outskirts that seemed to be a man in a ruined wall.
To be continued...