Wilderness ancient road, strong west wind.

Black clouds filled the sky, and thunder and thunderbolts spread from time to time, just like silver snakes dancing wildly.

After the roar and explosion, there was a torrential rain, like the Milky Way in the sky pouring down, covering the world.

Mo Chengjun unconsciously raised his head, opened his mouth wide, and let the rain fall on his face, into his mouth, and then slipped into his esophagus, soaking his body.

His thoughts finally turned from chaos to clarity little by little.

Then, he looked around and was dumbfounded.

Through the light of lightning that lit up from time to time, he saw the mutilated corpses,

I saw the frozen and frightened face,

I saw the rain stained red with blood,

We even saw an ancient road that seemed to extend to the end of the world.

He felt that in the endless darkness, under the torrential rain, he was alone, enduring the attack of the wind and rain.

For a long, long time, Mo Chengjun's thoughts were stuck, like a downed computer.

It wasn't until a long time later that the remaining images seemed to flash in his mind.

The memory seems to be too long ago, so far away that it is blurred, so far away that only scattered fragments flicker.

He seemed to remember that he came from a blue planet, from an ancient cultural country with a long heritage, and from a great nation.

He seemed to remember a lot of things, and there was a lot of knowledge and symbols rolling through his mind, which was so profound.

Then, there is no more!

Whenever he tries to retrace his recent memories.

Like, why is he here?

Why are there dead people around here?

Why is he still injured?

All these things, he only felt severe pain, and his head seemed to split.

…

The heavy rain poured down and washed away the filth in the world.

The world is vast, but there is only one person lying in the muddy water, with his mouth wide open, looking at a loss.

Mo Chengjun struggled for a long time and finally gave up.

He gave up searching for his lost memories, and ignored the heavy rain falling directly on his head.

It's not that he doesn't want to find a place to hide. It's really that the wilderness is so deserted, the sky and the earth are dark, and there's lightning and thunder. He doesn't know where to hide from the rain?

So, he chose to suffer life after life.

Simply put, the heavy rain on this midsummer night came and went quickly.

After only half an hour, the heavy rain stopped. Mo Chengjun was lying in the mud mixed with blood and rain, with countless images flashing in his mind.

Then, he saw the moon emerging from behind the clouds.

It should be the middle of the month, and the month is full.

But the moon in front of him was obviously different from the one in his memory. It was much larger, not like a silver plate or a wheel, but like a Ferris wheel placed in front of him.

What's even more unique is that the moon has magically moved to a corner, and a piece is missing in the lower right corner. There are many broken meteorites that seem to be breaking away, but are bound around it.

This is no longer the moon in his memory.

At this moment, Mo Chengjun seemed to be in a dream.

If it weren't for the pain still tormenting him, he might have felt that this was a dream!

But now, he knows this is not a dream.

I didn't cry loudly, but my chest felt tight, as if a huge stone had fallen.

There was no hysteria, but my breathing became more and more rapid, like a fish that had landed on the shore and couldn't breathe.

So, unconsciously, his eyes became wet.

I don't know if it was rain, muddy water, or blood that blurred his eyes.

After so many years, I suddenly look back and realize that the world has changed.

He has traveled through time!

…

Mo Chengjun is an adult after all, and adults must have the psychological qualities that adults should have.

Even if the situation is so 'bad', even if he feels at a loss, after venting, he still picks up his mood and begins to face the most urgent matter - survive!

Yes, there is a saying: There is no big deal except life and death!

Therefore, when a person is alive, he must find a way to continue living.

The night after the heavy rain was not cold at all. The wind blew through, bringing with it the slightest bit of coolness after the hot summer.

Mo Chengjun stood up with difficulty, his body swaying uncontrollably, and it took him a long while to stabilize his body.

He began to touch the corpse, looking for useful things on the dead body.

For example, tear some relatively clean clothes into strips of cloth and wrap them around your wounds.

For example, dried grain biscuits wrapped in oil paper and water in a water bag were his first meal here.

Although the biscuits were so hard that his teeth hurt, and the texture was rough and difficult to swallow, he still ate them deliciously.

His stomach, which had been hungry for an unknown amount of time, began to wriggle rapidly after being exposed to food, making him even more hungry.

But he still tried hard to restrain himself and did not overeat.

After all, there really isn't much food.

These stumps and broken arms in front of me can be pieced together into about five complete corpses. All of them were poorly dressed, with rough skin, and there were not many items scattered around.

But Mo Chengjun still took off a complete piece of clothing and put on his boots. Although they were wet, it didn't matter as long as you didn't pay attention to them.

Then, he took out a small purse from one person's body, which contained a few grains of silver and more than twenty copper coins that were round on the outside and square on the inside.

Okay, now that I have time travel, Mo Chengjun easily accepted the coins and silver.

Finally, Mo Chengjun also took a weapon, a slightly curved and rusty steel knife.

When traveling through time, there must be something to scare people, right?

And this is the only decent weapon in the field.

Others are wooden sticks, rakes, shovels and other agricultural tools.

After doing all this, Mo Chengjun did not rest where he was. After all, he was next to a pile of corpses. He accepted the reality, but he still couldn't deal with it calmly.

As for the direction of travel, he didn't worry too much. The ancient road under his feet extended to the end of his field of vision, either this way or that way.

Mo Chengjun picked a direction and stepped forward.

His pace was not fast and his steps were a little heavy, but in the end he moved forward step by step without any regrets.

…

Even Mo Chengjun himself didn't expect that this journey would take a whole day and night.

He stopped walking, stopped walking, drank a sip of water when he was thirsty, took a bite of cake when he was hungry, and slept on the ground beside the ancient road when he was tired and sleepy.

In the vast wilderness, with ancient roads leading to the sky, he was the only one walking alone.

Not to mention physical fatigue and pain, mental suffering and helplessness are the biggest torture.

He even had hallucinations.

It was an extremely lonely time. Every passing second of time was infinitely magnified in the perception, and everything in the space seemed to be distorted and changing.

So, he saw it, saw it in the air, in the soil, among the grass and trees.

Wherever he looked, there were countless particles suspended like dust under the midday sun.

They look like dust, but they are not dust!

They blend into the air, but are not air!

They seem to have intelligence, but they cannot think. Instead, they move with the wind like a programmed program.

They are really tiny, no bigger than dust, but they are abundant and seem to be found everywhere.

They formed a strange sea of ​​light spots, filling the heaven and earth, and covering the surrounding areas.

At a certain moment, Mo Chengjun clearly knew that he was awake, but at the same time he felt that he was crazy.

He shook his head vigorously until he felt dizzy, and the hallucination finally disappeared.

Before my eyes, it was still that night.
To be continued...