Dark Blood Age

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In mainland China, outside a small town called Meiyishu in the south, leachate dragged down a day and a night of light rain and gradually rose in the afternoon. Heavy rainfall hit the earth as densely as a drum point, striking people in the face and causing extra pain, but at least brought a hint of coolness, as if the hot summer was coming to an end, and the cooler and debilitating autumn footsteps approached.

The door upstairs of the town doesn't know why it rings the bell that closes the city gate. In the rainy day, the voice is boring and rushing, making people uncomfortable.

A group of people dressed in ruined clothes poured into the city gate, soldiers in black raincoats read a name aloud, most of the people who were read the name were stunned, numb land should shout, occasionally there were a few people who were not very comfortable, always came to the soldiers and asked: Do you have any food?

Often the answer was just a faceless look, and then you saw the indifferent soldier dripping water up his hat, lifting his neck, turning aside and shouting, “Next, Gorn. Aboga! ”

The person asking walked away in a whisper, what was grunting in his mouth.

A few elderly people, sitting at the root of the wall corner, with dry fingers digging maggots in the meat on the puffy calves, carefully packed in glass bottles, or chewed directly in their mouths, the corners of their mouths smiling strangely, staring at the gate of the city beaten by the military police, several hooligans trying to rob women of the children in their arms.

“Fuck you all! Rotten things, I'll pray God will fucking bless you!” One of the gangsters fell out of a one-eyed man wearing only one big pant, spit a sip of blood and raised his middle finger towards the military police: “It's all fucking rotten, rotten! ”

He glanced down at the roots of the wall at his silly old undead, turned around and walked towards the inside, his eyes moving, on the other side of the city gate, beside the pile of corpses, besides a few zombie-eyed people sneaking around in the vicinity of the pile of corpses, a little girl about five years old, dressed in a dirty, dirty piece of junk clothing that could barely be seen to have been red, escaped from the hands of a strong man, ran towards the pile of corpses, pulled out of it a body of a boy about eight years old.

She was too young, her yellow face was thin, it was raining again, she didn't take a few steps, and the thick man with furry sweaty hair on his arm took her back.

Little girls struggle desperately, little hands open, crying for nothing.

The man took her to the team, and as soon as she fell loose, the little girl ran mad at the little boy's body, still pulling it, falling and falling into the mud.

There were plenty of people lined up at the door, the one-eyed hooligan watched with interest the man bring the little girl back again and again, and the little girl struggled desperately to take every opportunity to rush back into the rain and try to pull back the little corpse.

One-eyed hooligans can see that this little girl is Asian and should have nothing to do with that crude and strong man. After a while, he felt it was time to go forward and prepare to talk to that man. Regardless of what God could not see, he had a share and a stake in whatever he did.

Just a few steps away, the middle-aged man saw him, immediately alerted, grabbed the little girl's arm tightly, one-eyed hooligan snorted coldly, why, still want to swallow?

He was just about two more steps up, and he saw a middle-aged woman in the crowd squeezing from the front, a white man, a little blessed, a short haircut, but a healthy golden yellow color, seeing the little girl rushing into the rainwater once and for all, covering her mouth, squatting down, touching the little girl's messy hair, and saying slowly: “Honey, he's dead, we can't take him in with us. ”

The little girl seemed to understand part of the meaning of the sentence, shook her head in tears, and tried to distinguish what was said in a language that the one-eyed hooligan could not understand. She seemed to deny that the little boy was dead.

“Honey, we have to be brave, right? Brother is dead, he went to heaven, where God will take good care of him, you already have a fever, come with us...” Short-haired woman stood up, dizzy, the furry middle-aged man beside her hurried to hold her, her hands loose, the little girl ran out again.

One-eyed hooligans sank the fierce light in their eyes and changed their usual appearance. They reached into their pockets with their right hands, grabbed the dagger in their hands, stared at the couple's food bags and the little girl, and quietly approached them.

……

The shadow man is not dead, he just looks like he is dead, his eyes are no longer glorious, pale.

It doesn't know how many times this little girl has run over, and the rain hits her with no pain, no cold, just like it feels.

This time, it's really dying, but so what?

There doesn't seem to be anything worth fearing or exciting about anymore, and without this little girl, it would have died a long time ago and would not have survived today. This time it was indeed forced to despair by Chu Yunsheng.

Day after day, night after night, cannot fall asleep, nor can it move into pieces, relying on the little girl to feed the rotten food recovered, to barely live, but unable to stop slowly sliding into the abyss of death.

It no longer thinks or is angry, and all of a sudden, it feels like it's never been so calm, it wants to be so.

When the little girl burst into the rain screen again crying, pulling her arm, which she could no longer feel, the shadow looked at the rain falling from the sky and sighed deeply without a word.

It wants to tell her that you can leave and leave me here quietly.

But it didn't make any noise, and it couldn't move.

This is Chu Yunsheng's kid and his nagging helplessness, this feeling, it hasn't felt for a long time.

When that “beep” came from the north, it suddenly understood where it was wrong and where it was unlucky.

Instead of encountering the battle of divine honor or fighting Chu Yunsheng, it should not be curious to come here to find what is legendary in legend.

It has lived for a long time, has seen many magical things, has found some ancient and distant traces on some corners of the planet, and wants to go to the kingdom of God for a lifetime to see the legendary world.

But this is definitely a whirlpool, a mud pit, a land of death!

So it also wants to tell the little girl that unfortunately it can no longer fly and can no longer leave this place, otherwise, even as a relationship between the Lord and His servant, it will take her away and take her away from this rotten and stinking place.

No more rain can be washed away.

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“Through this plain, there is a small town where we can rest. ”

Bauer jumped off a Hummer from somewhere unknown and stood on a green, oily Qiu Po, fingering north, introducing Chu Yunsheng, who was riding a horse around him.

“How far is it?” Chu Yunsheng.

“If you don't rest, you'll be there before dark.” Bauer buried his head and looked at the map.

Behind them is the desert, and in order to get out of the realm of maritime power sooner rather than later, they marched all the way here.

Neither the people of the mainland empire nor the people of the planet were very excited, and the hot weather, combined with the desert climate, left all of us brainless and sluggish.

But the real reason is not that, but nobody wants to say it, as if to say it would increase the pressure in the invisible.

Prince Hull does not seem to have much of a mind to flirt with his new waitress, as if he was under a lot of psychological pressure from the rude mythology he tells.

dull enough to describe this tired team.

The horses under Chu Yun's ascent took a spin and looked at the grasslands in the north with a telescope. Just now, after they had crossed into the mainland empire, they received the first update in a garrison station:

The Continental Empire's thousands of miles in the air sent a speedy message, slaughtering all newborn babies, no matter race, no one left!

There were no babies in Hull's ranks to kill, but the situation in Cité Soleil was more worrisome, as it still received no further news.

Spend up Bauer, Chu Yunsheng pulled the difference, and returned the map to him: “After the grasslands, we will be separated. Things are rapidly changing now. I don't know what will happen in the future. In short, what will be the next step. ”

Didn't care to say, “I knew I wouldn't ask Miss Wen anymore, there were only two speculations, and I made one more, and God would have left my balls in pain to imitate a planet? ”

Chu Yunsheng held onto the knife handle: “Anyway, you should also keep an eye on this, see if you can find any evidence, but be careful, safety comes first. ”

”'I don't care,' she said. 'But you just...

Chu Yunsheng frowned. “What's wrong with me? ”

Pulling out a different face and smiling badly: “Actually, I think Butney and Miss Wen are all fine. No, there's also the chick who went to Heavenly Wings. Didn't you like her? Don't hold back your internal injuries! Speaking of which, Fuck, that chick in the ocean is, like, really, hey, I like that smell! ”

Gru next to him suddenly interjected disdainfully and said, "That's a bitch! ”

Chu Yun raised his eyes to the north, his eyes were deep and he said calmly: “Divergent, this is the first time in my life that I have seen a real prairie, unfortunately no rose. ”

"'What? ”

“Drive!”

Chu Yunsheng scolded him, marching into the seemingly grassland, helping the knife handle, closing his eyes, slightly lifting his body, breathing deeply, leaving the horses to flutter and fall.

A half-human weed with wildflowers spread around him...

“Glass, can you hear my voice? How's our daughter? Remember what I said about taking you to the prairie? Why am I the only one..."

……

The horse gradually stopped. Chu Yun opened his eyes and smelled a fragrant air. As if he had seen her in a white dress, he stood in the grass and smiled like a flower.

He looked at her and smiled slightly.

“Have you been here...”

“Well, I'm going to plant roses on the ground. ”

……

Behind him, the knight roared, the armor staggered, the sword lit, with a bloody shock of killing, flushing everything he “saw” into thin air.

One by one, the horsemen walked past him, Chu Yun lifted his head, looked at the empty grassland with only a light breeze, unconsciously the orbit was wet, silent for a moment, strangled the horse, heavily resented, and returned to the shadows to chase the progressively distant group of riders, running north like a flood.

In the queue, the golden armored knights travelled to the rear row to deliver the order: "His Highness the Prince commands that the expedition be accelerated and must not be stopped. Before dark, camp to repair! ”

^ (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)