The extra chapter starts today.

The style may be different from the main story. Please understand and prepare for your brothers and sisters.

As mentioned earlier, the extras are sorted by timeline. The first article tells the story of someone who is "Skinned Mouse" billions of years ago, after the nuclear war, before the meteorite attack, and the name is "Skinned Mouse".

The article is relatively long, I hope you like it.

If a friend is willing to create his own story under the framework of "Cultivating the Four Universes" and finishing some details, it is also OK. Please let yourself go and play freely. As long as you are willing, Lao Niu can also post it and share it together.

Okay, let’s not talk nonsense, let’s start a new journey.

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Billions of years ago, the origin of the earth, the end of the age.

war.

War changes almost everything.

But it cannot change the people who start the war.

...

The city is like a rotten corpse, the ruins are like its broken skeleton, the broken road is made of twisted blood vessels and nerves, and the dead walking corpse is a maggot parasitized on the corpse of the city.

The boy felt the rusty iron chains embedded deep into his ankles, and the blood flowed backwards, and he could hardly feel the existence of his feet.

But the brain was extremely inflated, and the bloodshot eyes were about to burst.

Looking out through the crisscrossing blood, the sun was struggling hard in the thick nuclear clouds, flooding with colorful dim spots of decay of the corpse. The skyline of the sky that had not yet collapsed in the city formed a twitching skyline, which once again made him understand why this city was called "Tombstone Town".

City are tombs, they are the undead living in tombs, or according to the underground people, they are "demons".

His eyes kept falling, and the twisted and uncollapsed buildings had long been piled up with armor to form fortresses, and deformed faces emerged from the black shooting holes, watching the slaughter of those people on him with interest.

Further down are spears with cold light, filled with various heads and corpses - including the most common double-headed cows and mutant wild boars, as well as expensive "delicious delicacies" such as the sky-footed snakes and fearful chickens.

Even the boy saw a hand hanging on an iron hook, placed in the middle like stars holding the moon.

It was a black dust, with no flesh on it, and it didn't attract much appetite.

But hands are hands after all. People in Tombstone Town or the Fierce Blood Wasteland believe that fragrant meat contains special energy that can help them resist radiation, enhance their strength, and bring good luck.

Therefore, this is the most intimate thing in the meat market. Few even fragrant meat can be transported to the meat market. It is usually divided up by zombies, mobs or "demons".

The boy's hands were white and tender, like tofu or white flour buns, or even like the hands of an underground man. This is a good fortune or bad luck given by God.

To avoid trouble, he usually uses dirty bandages and gloves to protect his hands tightly.

But now, these hands were exposed to countless greedy and dirty eyes, and even caused a sound of saliva swallowing.

The boy felt disgusted and he wanted to vomit, but unfortunately he was beaten so hard that he couldn't spit out anything.

The boy's eyes continued to fall. This time, he saw the butcher as strong as a mountain of meat, grinding a meat chopping knife with a smile. He could sharpen it with a knife, and stretched out his half-meter-long tongue to try the sharpness.

When the butcher noticed the boy was looking at him, the smile on his face became stronger, and he even blinked at the boy and made a face.

The boy retching again and his eyes fell to the ground.

The ground of Tombstone Town or any town in this world is always like this. It is sticky and rotten, as if it is piled up with a thick layer of humus, and there are suspicious wastewater and stains everywhere. Occasionally, when the sunlight tears open the nuclear clouds and dust and pours onto the ground like magma, the earth will immediately ignite and raise colorful poisonous fog. Once exposed to the poisonous fog, even soldiers or bandits who have received genetic modification will be dizzy, lose their functions, and even die suddenly on the spot.

However, rats and cockroaches continue to survive in this evil world, like fish in water, reproduction in large quantities, with vague signs of replacing humans.

The boy saw a fat and big mouse coming out of the sticky and black gutter, and crawling towards a piece of minced meat that had fallen to the ground "inadvertently".

It was very alert, knowing that these crazy-excited giants around it were more cruel and cunning creatures than it, hesitating for a long time to make sure no one noticed it, and then he rushed towards the minced meat like lightning.

Then, with a "swish", a fishing line controlled by a spring and thin as hair wrapped one of its legs tightly, throwing it high into the air, and was then rolled up by the butcher with his tongue, and swung it, and then slapped it on the chopping board with a "splash".

The butcher polished all the butcher's knife and used this beast to test the knife. A white light sprinkled between his seemingly clumsy hands. He peeled off the fat and big mouse and hung it on an iron hook. At this time, the mouse was not dead yet, his tail was twitching and his dim eyes just met the boy.

"Poor beast."

The boy thought to himself, "Where are there good things that are 'inadvertently falling' in this world?"

Immediately, I smiled bitterly in my heart again.

Because what he had happened was exactly the same as this skinned mouse?

As an appetizer before the meal, the peeled rat was quickly bought at the price of five scrapped mobile phones - rat meat is one of the few fresh meats that the demons can eat these days, not to mention that they are now killed and peeled. The price is indeed not high. The customer held the fresh meat and smiled happily, gnawed it on the spot, making a "cracking" sound, which even aroused a sound of saliva swallowing.

I'm afraid it's just to advertise and tell everyone that "scented meat arrives" that they will sell fresh skinned mice at such a cheap price?

"Boss, it's time to cut the fragrant meat!

"Hurry, I can't wait any more!

"Such good fragrant meat is worth it, how much is it worth it. Tell me, how to sell it?"

The boy heard the howls of the demons one after another.

I saw one by one, either rotten, swollen, or covered with blisters, or three or five eyes, which were affected by radiation, genetic mutation, and were full of cruelty and greed, with faces that were like demons and demons.

The boy was picked up by the butcher and fell to the chopping board where the skinned mouse had just been peeled.

The butcher stuck out his tongue, licked his face, sprayed a hot stream of stomach acid at him, and smiled and said, "Don't move, it doesn't hurt. Uncle has good skills and ensures that the blood is clean."

The boy didn't move.

Didn't cry either.

Like everyone in this era, his tears had long been dried up at the moment of his birth, and he had long forgotten the feeling of crying.

The butcher patted his face with a shiny butcher knife, patting his chest, shouting to the impatient customers: "Come on, come on, the best fragrant meat, first-class fragrant meat, look at the face, look at the hands, there are no horns, no blisters, no rot, no cysts, no traces of mutation, there is no trace of mutation, the best fragrant meat is better than the underground people!

"As soon as the fragrant meat rolls, the immortals can't stand firmly. If you eat a piece of the best fragrant meat, just one piece, it can cure all diseases. Even the third-level radiation area can be in and out at will. Come on, bid, fragrant meat, white and tender fragrant meat!"

The boy saw more and more people gathered in the meat market, and about half of the demons in Tombstone Town were crowded, and the saliva gathered into a sea of ​​strong acid.

The turbid light emitted from those turbid eyes, but it scared him more than the sharp butcher knife. He closed his eyes unyieldingly and asked his brother for help.

"Brother, save me."

The boy said.

"Don't be afraid, little deer, don't be afraid."

The brother said, "You told the butcher that you will never run away-you are so young, there are so many people here, and you will definitely not be able to run away. So can he loosen the iron chain on your feet so that blood is faster, and blood stasis will not remain in the soles of your feet, and it is also delicious. If you call him "Uncle", his feet can sell at a higher price, he will definitely agree.

"Then, you hear it clearly. Brother will not say these words again. Then, brother will kill everyone in the meat market. You can buy you about five to ten minutes. You immediately find a military backpack. Have you seen the bald man in the camouflage uniform over there? Use his backpack to fill the meat on the meat market, and then take the third flower-haired shotgun on the right and the fifth three-eyed pistol. Remember not to forget the bullets, run to the left, and go to the 'Old John's Car Store' to get a modified car suitable for long-distance Mercedes-Benz in the desert. The day before yesterday, the "Nigga Gang" happened to have a very good one. It was modified from Old John. It should be modified today. I hope it has not been shipped away. All of this will be completed in ten minutes. No, within seven minutes. Otherwise, half of the remaining people in Tombstone Town will catch up. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

The boy nodded silently in his heart and stuttered, "But, but I can't drive, what should I do?"

"It's okay, it's very simple. Haven't we seen it at Old John several times? I should be able to."

The brother said, "But... killing everyone here will probably consume too much of me... I may... In short, I will drive at the beginning, but you must learn. You have to learn very quickly. The road ahead depends on you!"

"What?"

The boy was shocked and felt like he was helpless and was more frightened than being tied up on the chopping board. "Brother, what are you talking about? We were together as soon as we were born. Don't leave me, I can't do it alone!"

"You can do it, but you can always do it. Your potential is far stronger than mine, but you haven't discovered it yourself."

The brother said, "Anyway, don't worry about that, beg for mercy from this butcher first, beg for mercy and let go of your feet. Remember, your tone is a little pitiful and helpless. Now, your pity is our greatest weapon."

The boy swallowed his mouth with difficulty and looked at the butcher pitifully.

At this moment, the butcher had already raised the butcher's knife high, not knowing whether he was showing off his sword skills or really wanted to cut the butcher's knife off.

The boy's brain was blank, and his throat seemed to be blocked by frozen blood, and he couldn't even say a word.

"Say it, say it quickly!"

Brother said.

"Scented meat, the best fragrant meat, the price is fair!"

The butcher said.

"Hurry up, do it, drag and pull, what are you doing? Chips, bullets, gasoline, engines, bullet vests, sniper rifles and even armored vehicles, what price you want, you can afford it!"

Customers who are neither human nor ghost said.

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The wind lingered around the Tombstone Town and ravaged the entire wasteland, mixed with radiant dust and rotten smell.

"I……"

The boy stuttered and his voice was hoarse, and amid the hysterical howlings of many customers, he could not hear clearly what he was saying.

However, another sharp and sharp sound like a poisonous snake was a hundred times louder than his, like a scoop of ice water, poured into the hot meat market.

The boy saw a very wet hand and gently grabbed the knife that the butcher was about to fall, as if he had caught the butcher's descendants bag, making the butcher's face look particularly ugly.

Unsightly, even fearful.
Chapter completed!