The scarlet and bloody sky is the eternal theme of the western wilderness. The sun emits a scorching high temperature behind the clouds. The earth rolls up layers of twisted air under the baking of high temperatures, like the twisting air flow on the stove. The barren earth and the sky are the same as the sky, and it is hard to tell that it is the sky, that is the earth.

The muscles were compacted and the men wearing shorts were like bodybuilding coaches surrounding the pit within a radius of ten meters. The pit several meters deep was preparing for a fierce battle, but the hunting parties were surprisingly surprised.

One side was a teenager who was just twelve years old, and the other side was a beast with a breeze with hair all over his body exposed with white fangs. Both sides were in an extremely tense atmosphere. Just above the pit, the beasts and the corpses of the boy were placed separately. The corpses on them determined the fate of both sides, and both sides could only survive.

The young boy had a childish face. Compared to the cold and indifferent muscles above watching the strong man, his arms were as weak as numb stalks. He gritted his teeth and might have shown a fierce look, but his violently shaking legs said that he was extremely scared at this moment.

The hair of the sand wolf was stained with mottled blood. The cold triangle eyes stared at the boy's throat. The opened mouth was sharp and white, and the wet saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth. He couldn't wait to enjoy this sumptuous meal. Finally, the sand wolf could no longer help and rushed forward in the boy's extremely horrified and enlarged pupils...

"Ah!!!" Gao Feng suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the light column that was drilling into the hole in the ceiling, gasping loudly. In the dark room, millions of dust in the bright light column were spinning and dancing, complex and quiet.

Looking at the dancing dust, his mind was still immersed in the moment when the sand wolf pounced on him, like a nightmare, but it was so real. The sand wolf gasped, blood filled, and the cold eyes of hundreds of men made him unable to tell for a moment. Is the world in the dream real, or is the world in the reality just a dream? Or, it is not real.

The dark room was low and depressed, and it was a world of difference from the small, messy but warm room in my memory. Gao Feng quickly closed his eyes and wanted to break free from the environment of this room. After a long time, he heard his heartbeat, his breathing, and the faint noise outside. He once again proved that he was no longer in the place in my memory, but a strange room, a strange world.

He hoped that this was just illusion, but everything was real in his eyes. He couldn't help but sit up from the thick fur, staring at the cracked broken mirror opposite, and suddenly, he thought of something and looked down at his shoulders.

At the last moment of the dream, the terrifying sand wolf was biting on his shoulder. It was the sharp white teeth that made him wake up from the pain. Sure enough, there was a circle of old scars on his tight shoulder, deep and shallow, spreading in irregular circles. Seeing these scars, he could recall the heart-wrenching pain in his dream.

This is not a dream, it really happened to him, but Gao Feng has never experienced it. His thinking is not the original consciousness of this body, but suddenly integrated with this body a month ago, just integrated with the body, not the world.

"Hu..." He let out a fierce sigh. Gao Feng was unwilling to think about it again. In the past month, he kept trying to regain the memories he had lost before. Every time he wanted to regain memories other than his name, it would make his head cracked. Every time the pain made him want to die. But once he was suspicious in his heart, he unnaturally wanted to think back again, and the pain would come again, like an evil cycle, allowing him to escape from pain, escape from pain, and escape from everything before.

I don’t know who I am, occasionally some memory fragments flashed through his mind, and the memory fragments were completely different from the world he was in. It seemed that a modern man who had lost his memory traveled to the wilderness period. Even if he looked like a wilderness, he was still a modern man inside. Even if he lost all his memories, he was still out of place.

I got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror, picked up a rag and wiped it gently. Originally, the mirror was regarded as a novel decoration by the owner, and I didn't have much thought to take care of it. It was covered with stains and dust, but Gao Feng couldn't explain why he had to wipe it. Maybe after wiping, I wanted to find my former self from the mirror, and I was not at a loss, right?

The young man in the mirror is very handsome, with a newborn calf that is not afraid of the tiger despising everything, and is scattered with rebellious curly hair like a lion, but he is never familiar with it. Even though Gao Feng has been watching for a month, he still feels strange and alienated. Although he did not startle himself as if he was on the first day of waking up, he still feels uncomfortable, just like a familiar stranger standing in the mirror looking at him.

I can't remember that I couldn't find myself or myself before. He didn't know the meaning of his life. Just like now, eating rough sand date cakes like books, staying in this dark room, looking for all clues that can prove him. After countless futile times, he would lie down on his bed and look at the black ceiling. In this strange and cold night, he slowly sank into the world of cruel killing in his dream, or in other words, the original memory of this body.

The narrow and cramped house was not nothing. Under the bed, there were piles of unexplained and unknown things. They looked like toys collected by the owner of the front body, the skulls of wild beasts, strange and hard branches, glass-like stones, and some things he was familiar with but could not remember, some damaged glassware, mineral water bottles without trademarks, and the bottles were covered with soil and dirt, but they could distinguish the texture of plastic. He could only tell that this was plastic, and he could not remember anything else.

The most touching him was the metal box on the bed that was used as a pillow. It was hot during the day and cold at night. The box full of oil and smelly smelled of oil can make people feel a little cool during the day. It was one of the most expensive things in the house. But what touched him was not the box itself, but the mottled and faded red cross below the box. He felt that the cross was very familiar, but he could not remember it. It seemed that among the flashing pieces of memory, he had some impressions, and was the only clue that could remember the past.

The box felt greasy, Gao Feng was already desperate, he didn't have much time.

The owner of the body is about to face the greatest test in his life. He will participate in an assessment that defines his destiny and an assessment between the front lines of heaven and hell, just like the test of killing in a dream.

The test in the dream is like a huge gap between the children's games and the war in chéngrén, which makes him full of helplessness and worry about his destiny...

Even if he is unwilling to do so, he cannot hide in the room forever and not go out. Every time he pushes open the door, it is a test in his heart and a sign of his official contact with the world.

"No matter who I was before, now I am the Three Claws, the Three Claws of the Western Wilderness. No matter what secrets there were before, now, I must live first..." Gao Feng kept hypnotizing himself..

The moment he pushed open the door, the red sky as red as blood and the dream sky appeared in front of him. The overwhelming heat wave swept in from the narrow door, blowing his medium-length curly hair and floating up...
Chapter completed!