Dark Blood Age

“Mr. Lennon, we're coming out! We're coming out! Jesus Christ, who can believe that? I can't believe we made it out alive! We're alive!” Despite his soft legs, Edgar was excited as if he had won a hundred million lottery tickets.

“I need a break, Edgar, you go watch out, be careful, it's not necessarily safe here!” Chu Yunsheng's head poured Edgar's cold water and said calmly.

After countless times in his life, the joy of great difficulty is fading. Instead, he is cautious and alert at all times. It is getting heavier and heavier, wherever and whenever, as always.

The planet is in complete disarray, and anytime a monster emerges from somewhere, it could kill both of them.

For example, just now, they flew into the sky for the first time with a blue beetle, and after passing through the mucus area, they actually saw a flying monster about a dozen meters long, shaped like a centipede, halfway through the sky.

Neither Chu Yunsheng nor Edgar had ever seen such a monster, had no idea of any aspect of the monster, hurriedly landed directly from the sky and hid in a broken village that had been deserted for a long time.

Time is already the night time of the Sunshine Age, surrounded by pitch darkness, the two do not know how far to fly, to what land, only know that no bugs were found around, temporarily out of danger.

There are no squeaky mice, no quad bugs. Apart from the two of them, there are almost no signs of life around them. Silently, people panic. There are only increasingly clear tinnitus inner sounds in the ears, making people noisy and impatient.

Chu Yunsheng was also really exhausted. He was as sad as a scattered shelf. He ate a little dry food from an era of sunshine that had never been used. He fell asleep against the wall in confusion.

They are located in a typical small building in the southern countryside, two floors up and down, with a small courtyard in front.

The courtyard door was supposed to be locked, and its owner was expected to be able to return to his home one day when he left.

But the back was obviously torn apart, and the iron stick was left on the scene, and it should have been the other runaways passing by, who came in looking for food.

The furniture and things in the house are scattered and chaotic, the drawers are all open, especially the kitchen, the broken porcelain dishes are everywhere, covered with thick dust, gently blown, can lift a "storm of dust”.

Upstairs, in the bedroom, the wardrobe and bed were empty, quilts and clothes had long been removed, only a few appliances remained, and they burst out there alone.

With a homemade torch, Edgar went up and down to inspect this strongly oriental rural building, not even a large tank in the yard, and he couldn't find a piece of rice or wheat.

The only harvest was the discovery of a well water, which temporarily ended him and Chu Yunsheng for more than two months, relying on “dirty water” for subsistence.

Through the fierce battle in the mucus area, Edgar has been hiding in the cracks of the golden beetle, assisting Chu Yunsheng to shoot the blue beetle, except for the mental shock, little physical consumption.

With a “smart” head that is not commensurate with black people, don't ask Chu Yunsheng, Edgar also knows what to do at this time.

His life depends entirely on Chu Yunsheng to live to this day. If God hears his prayers, Chu Yunsheng is God's “messenger” for him.

Of course, he already knew that Chu Yunsheng had no faith, but that did not prevent him from outlining the perfect explanation for the miracle that Chu Yunsheng appeared in his life across the sky in his spiritual world.

After finding the water source, Edgar found a dusty subway pot from the fragmented kitchen, washed it clean, filled it with well water, made a fire pile in the kitchen, gave Chuyun up to his bug meat, stabbed Yang Dong's dagger with the one he had picked up, cut it into pieces, and stewed it in a pot.

The smell of worm broth is not fragrant, the kind of astringent smell, whether Edgar or Chu Yunsheng, is very familiar, so reluctantly in the subconscious, the odor of worm flesh flowing out of the pot as a mature food smell.

Chu Yunsheng only hurriedly consumed a few biscuits before bedtime. The melting element was powerful and greedy digestive function. It had already transformed that little bit of food energy into an empty space. The feeling of hunger frictioned by the stomach wall. It ran into the air. The familiar odor of insect meat, violently stimulated the nerve unit under the cerebral cortex, and the eyes quickly beat a few times, and immediately woke up.

In addition, in the wild, Chu Yunsheng has developed his own habit of survival. Even when he sleeps, he stays alert at all times. Only when Yu Xiaohai or Xiaoti is around, he occasionally falls asleep peacefully, and later Yao Xiang can trust him.

But the nigger in front of him, not on his "trust list," said that he and Edgar had just met by chance and had been silent strangers for more than two months.

There are many differences between them, and Edgar is even a foreigner, but there is only one place in the same place: presumably, besides the women in white, they are counted as the only survivors of the loss of Jinling City.

“Mr. Lennon, are you awake? Please wait a little longer, the broth will be ready soon!” Edgar continued to speak respectfully, but he did not know it was his tone that created a strange sense of distance between him and Chu Yunsheng.

If Yu Xiaohai were to say, "Brother Chu, you are really my idol, this damn place really has a well!" Looks like we're both thirsty!

“Edgar, have you checked this house?” Chu Yunsheng shook his head and made himself more conscious, suppressing the feeling of hunger in his belly.

As he embarked on his first day of ancient book cultivation, all kinds of incredible, sunny powers that could not occur gradually appeared as frequently as myths.

By the same token, he thought that as he became more capable, he could magically “dig into the valley” or, as the legend suggests, become less and less eager for food, as depicted in the photographic novels of the Sunshine Age.

But the reality is that neither the boundaries of the OneTianjin Reservoir nor the boundaries of the OneTianjin Molten Body have diminished in any way, and he is not eating for a day and is equally hungry and panicked.

Of course, Chu Yunsheng is never hoping to become that kind of "anorexic" person. Even if “they” don't eat anything, they can live a long life in chaos, but in Chu Yunsheng's eyes, it is already a monster, not a human.

He now thinks so, just driven by reality, hoping to reduce some of his food needs. After all, in an era when civilization was completely destroyed, food became the biggest obstacle to physical survival, and even too much direct killing of insects.

“Inspected, no food, batteries, fuel, weapons, etc. other than a well, can be said to be an empty house!” Edgar immediately replied that he was fortunate to be “flexible” and played a little role without waiting for Chu Yunsheng's orders.

“I'm not asking, I'm asking... forget it, I'll find it myself.” Chu Yunsheng smiled. Edgar's wild survival experience is too different from his. The two of them currently have food and weapons, so none of what he says is most urgently needed.

The most urgent thing is to find out where they are, how far away they are from Jinling City, whether the distances guarantee that the bugs will not come after them, and whether there are large cities nearby.

“Mr. Lennon, I don't understand. What do you mean?” Edgar asks perplexed, is there anything worth searching for besides food, fuel, weapons?

Chu Yunsheng “pulled out” a bag of fine salt from the cape and turned the topic around: “Add some salt, I haven't known what saltiness tastes like in a long time! ”

“Salt!?” Edgar's hands are shaking a little!

Salt, even in Jinling City, is an extreme luxury, and in order to get a little salt, some people prefer to give up dignity, chastity and even life.

“I'm going to find something to determine where we are now.” Chu Yunsheng said lightly, passing along.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Chu Yunsheng did not bother to find the phone that fell on the floor, turning out a worn and dusty communication book from the drawer in the bedside counter.

Open the book, one of the lines, it says skewed, uncle's house: 0553— * * * * * *

Chu Yunsheng couldn't remember so many area codes. He hurried out of the tenor of the national map manual prepared in the Sunshine Age and quickly found the corresponding area - Wucheng, Wan Province!

But with a little more detail about the location, this information is impossible to judge.

Chu Yunsheng continued to flip through what the family left behind and was not taken away by the later searchers, trying to find some traces of spider silk horses, and finally, from a rural newsletter leaflet, he got a largely obscure message, which may be the town of Tingbai in Wucheng.

From the map, this location can be quickly determined, around 20 km from Wusheng.

Chu Yunsheng sat on a collapsed mattress, his middle finger tapped the atlas and thought carefully.

Wucheng is not far from Jinling City. After the disaster, people in the city are estimated to have flown to Jinling City. The whole new year is one of them, so I'm afraid Wucheng is now just a deserted city!

However, luck can be seized because of its proximity to Jinling City and the possibility that local citizens may flee prematurely to Jinling City, where there may be some unsearched food.

In addition, Chu Yunsheng also wants to take a chance to see if some gasoline can be found. Cars don't have to worry. According to the situation when Shencheng University retreated, the street is full of obsolete vehicles, the key is gasoline.

Although green beetles can fly, Chu Yunsheng has cut off this idea since seeing those Centipede-shaped flying monsters. Safety comes first, finding a car as a stepping stone is the best and most reliable option.

His first stop was at the location of the third map, referred to in the ancient book, and in the northwest, it could be very far away, just by foot, not knowing how to reach the monkey months. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)