"Huhuhu..."

The dark cave was crowded with refugees, and an unpleasant stench filled the air, attracting countless flies to fly.

It was obviously a hot summer day, but there was an indescribable coldness in the cave.

The refugees had no choice but to keep each other warm, looking at the entrance of the cave from time to time, as if they were afraid of something, and subconsciously lowered their breathing.

A hundred years have passed since the Conferment of Gods, and no one knows when the disaster will come.

They don't even know the cause of the disaster, they only know to migrate to the north, which is the only thought of the refugees now.

The flow of refugees was traveling along the official road, and the number of people was increasing unknowingly.

Most of them are young and middle-aged people. Usually, the old people will take the initiative to stay where they are and let the disaster take away their lives.

There was deathly silence in the cave, but it was not despair, but numbness with no hope of survival.

But even so, they still did not give up their remaining hope. Maybe their descendants could reach the safe area in the north.

In the corner of the cave, children under ten years old were sitting around the stone wall.

An old master stood in front of him, using chalk made from bones to draw on the surface of the stone wall, imparting basic survival knowledge.

The children's eyes were fixed on the stone wall, not daring to show any signs of neglect, and eagerly absorbing the content on the stone wall.

The time is really not enough, maybe only five days are left for them.

Every ten years, the migration of refugees will find secluded places to stay, mainly to teach the new generation the knowledge of survival.

Once the migration begins, everyone must perform their duties and are not allowed to speak on weekdays.

The old master's palms trembled slightly, and then he drew a blurry figure.

It could be seen that the figure was a statue, the refugees around him looked frightened, and the children could not help but lower their heads to avoid looking directly at the mural.

The old master sighed and said in a hoarse voice: "Buddha, this is Buddha."

"If we encounter a Buddha, we must disperse immediately and not be with too many people, lest we attract the Buddha's attention."

He didn't speak loudly, and he was in a corner of the cave, so he didn't have to worry about his voice being heard.

A child raised his arms and asked in confusion: "My grandma said that the Buddha is an immortal god who fell from the clouds, and it is impossible for mortals to escape."

The old master hesitated and opened his mouth, shook his head and replied: "But the Buddha's appetite has an upper limit. They will not eat too many people at one time, mortals, mortals..."

"Everyone who has a chance will definitely have a chance..."

The old master's pupils were dilated, while the children seemed to understand.

They had no idea whether the "opportunity" the old master mentioned was an opportunity to escape pursuit or an opportunity to change the status quo.

Children have no idea what life was like before the disaster broke out. They have long been accustomed to migrating, and they are not surprised even if a companion dies.

The old master wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes and continued: "Don't drink the water you see in the wild through your mouth. It must be stored in the stomach for more than three days. Do you hear me?"

The children said in unison, and then lifted up their clothes made of animal skins.

They have an extra stomach on their abdomen, with a small hole on the upper end, which can directly pour water into it, which has a purifying effect.

In addition, you can also see many organs that are different from ordinary people.

For example, a child's eye pupils have membranes that can be closed at any time like a lizard, and the hair on the body grows slowly but is more fluffy, which can be used to resist the cold outside.

The refugee populations are also highly overlapping, and it is hard to imagine that they come from all over the world.

It is rare to see foreigners among them. Perhaps because of the dangerous environment, refugees have been screened for hundreds of years.

As for the alienated organs, it can be clearly seen that they are acquired.

Most of the refugees have alienated organs, which are not formed by magic, but are forcibly combined with the fetus through weapon refining.

However, due to the reproduction of fetuses, the alienated organs were unexpectedly preserved.

It means that a certain force once transformed mortals so that they would not die too quickly in disasters and delayed enough time.

The old master was busy for several hours, and did not stop lecturing until the morning sun peeked out from the horizon and the fiery red sunlight illuminated the ground.

He put away the chalk and walked shakily towards the animal skin tent.

The children also went home, and then they needed to help the family with work and temporarily seal the hole to prevent sunlight from coming in.

As soon as the old master arrived in front of the tent, several young adults stopped him and said harshly: "Mr. Zhang, please help my little boy take a look."

The leading man was named "Chen Ji" and he was a refugee who specially prepared insect attractant powder.

Insects are one of the most important food sources, so Chen Ji's status is naturally not low, even slightly higher than that of the old master.

The old master wanted to refuse, but couldn't stand the other party's pleading, so he had to get up and walk towards the animal skin tent near the south.

Candles were lit in the tent, and the entrance and exit were covered with ghostly symbols.

Smoke and dust floated out from the cracks, exuding a strange smell unique to grease. As for whether it was corpse grease, you could only ask the hunter in charge of food.

The reason why candles are lit is mainly because in the refugee's perception, death is like a lamp going out.

In order to ensure that the soul will not lose its way, candles are lit by the bedside to attract the souls who have lost their way to hell to return.

If the patient is still alive before the candle burns out, it means his life should not be cut off.

The old master hesitated for a few moments, then opened the tent and got into Idea. The rancid smell rushed straight into his mouth and nose, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

Lying in the tent was a skinny child, six or seven years old at most.

He was shivering from the pain, and his deciduous teeth had been chewed to pieces. After seeing the old master, he managed to squeeze out a smile.

The child thought that the old master was here to send him to school.

"How about it?"

Chen Ji asked hurriedly, but the old master was silent. Then he carefully opened the quilt, revealing the child's swollen left leg.

I saw that my right leg was about three times the normal size and was blue-purple.

Silver needles are inserted into the inner side of the knee to guide the pus to seep out, but it does not cure the symptoms at all, and at most it delays the child's survival.

There are Buddha's faces appearing on the right leg, which seem to be constantly devouring the child's nutrients, causing it to become as thin as a stick.

"It is indeed Buddha's poison, and there is no cure for it."

"how come……"

The old master said solemnly: "It must have been caused by accidentally coming into contact with the black mist. The Buddha's poison has been in the body for a long time and may have penetrated deep into the bone marrow."

"The body must be burned as soon as possible, otherwise the Buddha is likely to come."

"Mr. Zhang, is it really so serious?"

"kindness."

The old master nodded, and then took out a sharp weapon to cut the child's diseased right leg. Not only did the latter not feel any pain, but he also stopped wailing.

Puss gushed out, and the faces around the wound were chanting scriptures, which was horrifying.

Lao Fuzi and Chen Ji explained that the diseased right leg must be treated separately, otherwise it will not be peaceful after death, and the body will need to be burned for a long time.

"etc……"

"Hey Hey."

A strange laugh came from outside, and then a strange and inexplicable old woman walked in. She was also very slovenly dressed and her hair was covered with dirt.

She was blind in both eyes and walked with a limp.

"Crazy woman, I'm warning you, the poison of Buddha is already in your internal organs."

The crazy woman ignored the old master, staggered and knelt down in front of the child, and then pried off the nail of the diseased right leg with your strength, and put it into her arms.

"How can I save people, but gods can, absolutely can..."

The crazy woman stared at the child's father, her pure white pupils were creepy, and her rotten teeth reflected her sinister temperament.

The old master shook his head at Chen Ji, who also understood that the goddess was very unreliable.

The goddess has always been crazy, preaching that only gods can save the world, and constantly tempting others to do dangerous things.

Believers were once asked to set up altars and use the little food left to offer sacrifices to the gods.

As a result, the food was completely burned by the fire, but they did not see even a single bit of the so-called gift from the gods.

Chen Ji was eager to save his son, so he still said, "Goddess, what do you think we should do?"

"Hey Hey……"

The crazy woman smiled and danced, took out a bunch of finger-sized stone statues from her arms, and carefully selected them.

The old master's face was ashen. If the gods were useful, they wouldn't have migrated for hundreds of years.

However, because of the extremely weird behavior of the crazy woman, the refugees had doubts about the fairy tales and had little impact on the order of the refugees.

It’s hard for me to remind you directly, even if you punish the crazy woman, as long as the disaster exists, new crazy women will continue to be born.

They are a group of immortal seekers who escape reality and are immersed in crazy fantasies every day.

"Found it, found it."
To be continued...