But no matter how entangled I have to face the reality.

I crawled out of the floating corpse floating on the shore before. The feeling of wetness made me feel very uncomfortable. Although I came back to life, who knows if I would get sick if I continue like this.

I observed the location of the sun and looked at the growth of the leaves. It seems that the season is the turn of summer and autumn, but the sunshine in the mountains and forests is already quite cool.

Relying on this sentence of some memory instincts left by the body, the forest on the shore was clumsy and could only set off fire. While gently moving the limbs, barely drying the body and clothes.

But I couldn't help but recall the moment when I was barbecuing a huge lizard in a humid tropical rain forest. How many secrets were hidden in my body and memory.

The braided bundles of grass are tied on the legs and waist, and the cut strips of cloth are tied to the hair randomly. When the leaves are used to protect the elbows and ankles to prevent further injuries, tie the small folding knife to the front of the cane, which becomes an inappropriate self-defense weapon.

Dig out the charcoal strips from the ashes, wrap them and kick them into the sleeve bag. This thing is ground into powder and can be used to trigger fire, mark, or even temporarily treat wounds, or as disguise and self-defense.

Then I stuffed the excess into a hole in a big tree, sealed it with soil and marked it. Combined with the direction of the growth of the canopy and the position of the sun in the sky, I began to move northward towards the upper reaches of the river.

After the forty-seventh mark is carved on the tree

After staying up all night, my legs and feet were sore, I finally came out of this not-so-large forest. I came to an unknown dirt road. The survival experience in the mountains and forests at night was not as beautiful as those of the younger generations who liked to gather in the deep mountains with sleeping bags and tents in later generations.

The uneven ground, the ubiquitous mosquitoes and ants, as well as the damp ground air and dew, make people toss and turn and make them feel sore and have poor sleep. Fortunately, I don’t have any signs of getting sick, such as headaches and nasal congestion.

As for the sleeves and edges of my robe, the sleeves and the lower span of my body have been scratched and dragged into a beggar-like cloth strip, but I am still a little happy and looking forward to returning to the world of people and civilization.

As accustomed to the reversal of day and night and almost uninterrupted online social consultation life, the lonely loneliness of just one night makes people feel creepy and almost crazy.

I couldn't wait to see someone and say a few words to him. With such complicated and bumpy thoughts, this abandoned dirt road was quickly completed and I saw Chuo Yue's figure...

Then

Although I was mentally prepared, I could not help but be shocked by the impact in front of me. On the not-so-wide dirt road, there were almost black crowds, all kinds of skin and bones, withered appearances, and deep eye sockets almost made me think I was in a mess of apocalyptic film and television scenes such as the Walking Dead.

In other words, they are actually no different from the Walking Dead. The dullness that makes people so desperate that they are suffocating is not something that the red and oily extras in domestic films and TV shows can be expressed.

It was all the kind of sluggishness and weakness that was covered with dirt and dust, wrinkled skin on the dry limbs, shaking in the wind, and almost immediately blown down.

Many people are so hungry that they don’t even have the energy to speak. Only when they fall to the ground with physical exhaustion and are slowly trampled by the people behind them, one or two faint moans will appear.

But I was not much better. I was covered with dusty faces and disheveled hair like a savage, mixing into these slowly moving along the road, scattered and wandering people in groups, which were actually not conspicuous.

In a certain period of my vague memory, in this era of war and constant man-made disasters, these refugees were the most common sight on cities and roads. But at that time, I was sitting in a comfortable carriage, driving the forefront with the imperial hand leading the way, watching all this coldly without the real experience of becoming one of them.

They passed through the fields and forests like locusts, leaving behind the peeled white and hard core, leaving only bare trunks of tree branches and soil blocks all over the ground that were even turned into grass roots. They were hard to escape the underground mice and snakes and insects hidden deep within the radius of their movement, let alone some young and weak people of the same kind.

It’s not that someone just fell on the road and could never get up again. They ate the dried fruits randomly without any choice but to give the stomach some false satisfaction, and it is often harmful. With the violent reaction of the body, the grass leaves, and even the residue of fine soil, with the color of the internal organs, are splashed out bit by bit, and then twitch and become cold and stiff.

Numbness and dullness are the most common expressions of this. Some men who gathered together in groups of three or five, dragged some women who looked old, weak or lustful, to the side of the road, and never appeared again.

The rugged dirt roads have become bumpy roads, and the bumpy roads have become flatter official roads. Various escaped and wandering people are like rivers formed by countless streams, more and more crowded.

Fortunately, at least there is always enough prey on the road. No one has regarded me as a potential target so far, but when the first night came, I still didn't dare to close my eyes under the tree, and put my spear beside me, where I could waving my eyes.

Because this is an era where wild animals still appear frequently on both sides of the road, even on the crowded road.

From time to time, you can see several animals, whether they are wolves or dogs. They stand on a certain road without any hesitation, and then they are chewed in front of the scattered corpse, with a round belly, licking the residue on their mouth, and looking at the next potential possible target with blood-red eyes.

One of them was huge, staring at the stick in my hand, and followed it with malicious intentions for a long time before turning back in disappointment to find a new goal. This is the so-called chaotic world where the country is about to perish and even beasts can go on the road to eat people.

And I also saw with my own eyes that some lonely people, after exhausted one night, turned into a stripped corpse, and threw them together with those who had never woken up because of weakness and hunger. The darkness of the night was enough to cover up too much sin and cruelty.

After dawn, I continued to walk at the most physically efficient speed while comparing my position around me.

If you are drifting along the water, this place should be considered the direction south of Luoyang. I just want to find the next town, and then wait for an opportunity to figure out where I am and the times, and make plans for the next step. It is best to find transportation for transportation and get it back to Luoyang. Even if it is a meager and slim hope, I still have some concerns and I can't let go of it without a break.

The only thing that can fill the stomach is more than a dozen roasted bird eggs. They pinched them in the sleeve tube. They really couldn't hold on and then swallowed one. Then they felt the sound of stomach acid rolling in the body.

Following the crowd, at noon, I finally met the first village and town. Unfortunately, I didn’t see the order and residents I was looking forward to. The only coins I had left in my original plan to get news and food were useless.

Because the lingering burnt smell in the air indicates what happened to this village and town.

Only the roadside was left, rubble and ruins destroyed by war, and were black like crows, with all kinds of unkempt refugees entrenched. Even the ruins left by the fire were stripped down. As materials for making fires or part of a certain bulging nest, it seemed that they had existed for a long time.

They were like corpses, sitting or lying among broken walls and rubble. Only when people approached very close could they slightly detect the fact that they were still alive from their ups and downs.

The only remaining vitality and sound came from the sparse woman standing by the roadside, opening her shriveled heart and using a hoarse voice to the passing crowd, embracing her appearance and body, just a bite.

“Okay good…”

"Poor God,"

"Just one big money, take it away..."

"Eat less, you can do anything... Just give me some food."

A skinny woman pushed and shoved a half-grown child with no gender characteristics, and shouted hard like a howling.

The skin tightly wrapped around the cheeks makes the malnourished children as wrinkled like the elderly, with only the eyes that are protruding and bulging due to the sunken eye sockets, full of helpless and sad despair and numbness.

The closer they get,

The begging sounds of various weird accents impacted my eardrums and the outlook on life built by modern morality. After all, looking at pictures in front of a computer and seeing them at close range are two different things.

Then my steps became faster and faster, and I left all this behind me like running away. I had seen enough along the way.

I turned into the remaining streets of the village and town, and suddenly I was tripped heavily by something under my feet. I could hear a low scream, but a woman lying on the ground, sitting with her daughter, whose dull eyes made my mouth twitch.

"I want it...just give it a stutter."

The woman sat up like a spring, suddenly pulled my trouser legs, and asked in a hoarse voice.

After I broke free from it, I pulled my daughter to crawl a few steps and fell to my knees in front of me.

"Otherwise, I can have her, I can do whatever this child is... I can eat."

She smiled flatteringly, and pulled off the rag wrapped around the child's body, revealing the thin and thin one below, and then pushed it into my arms.

I almost took several steps back until I hit the earthen wall, and then I took out a handful of roasted bird eggs and a few copper coins in distractedly and stuffed them into her hands. Then, half disgusted and half ashamed, I ran away as if I were escaping and leaving, leaving their shouts behind.

Then I walked around the ruins of this village and town, and was disappointed that I did not find any residents or normal businesses. I got attention with only some ruined walls, and I felt a little chilled, and I stepped up my pace to leave here.

Looking out from the corner of the alley next to the street, I found that I heard the continuous begging and screams, which were from a small circle of men.

These men were thin, but their nutritional conditions were obviously much better. They tried their best to do so. They subconsciously avoided them, but suddenly stopped.

I vaguely discovered that the mother and daughter who had just sold me to no avail were already trampled under their feet. I could even hear the fragile sound of kicking and cracking in their thin bodies, and all kinds of thin vomit that were gradually filled with the ground and the wall.

"Bad rules of slaves..."

"I actually hid money in private..."

"Stick to eat..."

"Do you dare to break the constitution of the group leader?"

I suddenly felt my blood surge, and I couldn't help but grab a large piece of broken tiles and rushed towards the people.

Then he let out a dull sound, hitting the back of one of them in the head. He howled, and fell to the ground with his head like a shrimp, and then rolled in pain, with blood flowing out of his fingers.

After all, this is not the thin tiles in later generations that can be broken by hand, but the inch-thick kiln pottery tiles will not be much different from the solid bricks.

The rest of the people suddenly roared and cursed like an angry bull, and rushed over. I retreated to the corner of the street and picked up the cane with great peace in my heart.

When the first face of the splashing splash appeared around the corner, my body seemed to have been trained thousands of times, and my hands were pricked like conditioned reflexes, poking the tip of the knife on the person's face to the person's face. He couldn't help but scream, with a piece of bloody flesh that had been pulled down, I shrank my head a little again, and followed the low back of his face, and stabbed it hard on the shoulder of another person. Amid the pain, he fell to the side.

This change scared the others and instinctively paused. Then, a few stones were facing me before I wiped my body and hit the ground. I couldn't help but feel a little cold sweat.

I let go of one hand and pulled down a large bag of wood ash pre-stacked on the windowsill, splashing it over, which immediately caught the eyes of several people, and burst into tears and coughing.

The guy who was rushing out of the dust first saw a stick head-on. He jumped up with a sudden thrill, but was hit by the heavy rod head. With a fragile click, he hugged his feet and howled in pain.

Yes, another one who had temporarily lost his combat power, then I bent down and stepped hard, and pushed my left shoulder against the man with his confused eyes on the lower abdomen of another man, pushing him up, and then hit the earth wall. Suddenly, the sour and smelly vomit gushed and dripped on my hair.

Looking at the rolling eyes he turned and the bright red splashing from behind his head, well, another one was the lame man looking at me with a frightened face. He was also the leader of the mother and daughter.

“..”

He opened his mouth full of black gray and saliva, waved his arms, and panicked at me what he wanted to say,

Unfortunately, I grabbed a stone with anger and patted it on his head. I could hear the clear sound of my cheeks and gums breaking. A few bright red broken teeth were splashed out with blood lines. I sank like an egg and fell down one piece, like a ragged scarecrow, and I saw that I couldn't live anymore.

Amid my roar, I could only see the last man, running away from the long street with a pissing flowing away.

Well, no, there is one more.

I slowly walked across the street corner, grabbed a piece of blue brick, and threw it at a man who was not unconscious and crawling away. Well, I missed it, picked up another piece and threw it, hit the shoulder, and then came again. Until his whineless voice completely disappeared into the large bloodstains under him.

After the intense exercise and venting in the rampage mode, my strength was suddenly drained from my body. I felt particularly hungry and acid reflux. I supported my sore and numb legs. I picked up my cane and slowly walked to the mother and daughter who had no movement, and sighed slightly.

The woman's eyelids moved and she looked at me begging. I put on an expression and nodded, "She's okay."

Then, regardless of whether she understood or not, the woman seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and never moved again. This was her last rebirth, so she could not notice her daughter who was protected by her, with a purple face and stopped breathing.

A kind of sadness and howling soaked my whole body, making the anger and disgust I had before turned into an indescribable emptiness and melancholy.

Drag them into a place and bury them with rubble. This is the last thing I can do for them who met by chance.

Although I just killed several people in a row, I was surprisingly free of any guilt, disgust or disgust. The instinct in my body seemed to have adapted to this way of survival that seized others' way of life or was taken away by others' vitality. Only the deep feeling of fatigue and emptiness at the soul level remained.

But obviously things didn't end so easily.

Suddenly, there were shouts coming from the ruins of the village and town, as if they were tying a hornet's nest.

"This guy is there..."

"Because him..."
To be continued...