Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Beginning today.

Styles may differ from positive ones, so please understand and be prepared by your siblings.

As I said before, the first story, in chronological order, is about the hundreds of millions of years ago, "The Earth of Origin," after the nuclear war, before the meteorites hit, someone's story, the name was "Yesterday's Reproduction."

It's relatively long, I hope you like it.

If any friends are willing to create their own stories in the framework of "Fixing the Four Universes," complete with some details, and perfectly fine, please let yourself go and play freely, and if you want, the old bull can send them out and share them with us.

Okay, no bullshit, new journey, let's get started.

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Hundreds of millions of years ago, the Earth of origin, the end of the age.

War.

War changes almost everything.

But it does not change the people who wage war.

……

The city is like a rotten corpse, with broken walls like its broken skeleton, broken roads are distorted blood vessels and nerves, and dead walking corpses are maggots parasitic on urban corpses.

The boy felt rusty chains deeply embedded in his ankles, along with blood reflux on his lower head and feet, making the presence of both feet almost impossible.

But the brain swelled, and the congested eyes burst open.

Looking out through the intersecting blood silk, the sun struggled hard in the thick nuclear cloud, and the colorful dark spots of corpse decay, while the towers in the city that had not yet completely collapsed, forming a skyline with teeth dancing claws, made him understand once again why the city was called "Tombstone Town”.

Cities are graves, they are dead spirits living in graves, or, according to the underground, "demons”.

The sight continued to fall, and the distorted and uncollapsed building had long been built into a fortress by armor. A deformed face emerged from the black holes of the shooting, and he watched with interest as those people slaughtered him.

Down there, it's a glittering spear filled with a wide variety of heads and corpses - both the most common double-headed cows and mutant boars, as well as expensive "delicacies" such as snakes and chickens.

Even the boy saw a hand hanging from an iron hook, placed in the middle of the moon by all kinds of meat stars.

It's a black clam, it doesn't look like much meat, it doesn't attract much appetite.

But after all, the hands are the hands, whether in Tombstone Town or in the savage wilderness, and people believe that the incense meat contains special energy that helps them resist radiation, empower them, and bring good luck.

So, this is the tightest thing on the meat market, and very little incense meat can even be transported to the meat market, which is usually partitioned locally by zombies, mobs, or “demons”.

Boys' hands are white and tender, like tofu or white-faced tofu, or even the hands of an underground man, which is a gift of good luck or bad luck.

To avoid trouble, he usually protects his hands with dirty bandages and gloves.

But now these hands are exposed to countless greedy and dirty eyes, even causing a breath of water to swallow.

The boy felt sick, he wanted to throw up, but unfortunately, he couldn't throw up anything.

The boy's eyes continued to fall, this time, he saw a massive butcher, grinding his meat knife with a smile, a knife sharpened, and stretched out his tongue half a metre long to try the sharp ray.

When the butcher found the boy looking at him, the smile on his face grew stronger and even blinked at the boy, dressed as a ghost.

The boy dried and vomited again, his eyes dropped all the way to the ground.

Tombstone Town or any town in the world, the ground will always be like this, sticky, rotten, as if it were a thick layer of corrosion, full of suspicious waste water and stains, occasionally, when the sun rips open the nuclear cloud and dust, like lava, and falls to the ground, it will immediately ignite the earth, raise a smudge of poison fog, and once exposed to poison fog, even the warriors or bandits undergoing genetic modification will faint, lose their function and even die instantly.

Rats and cockroaches, however, continue to survive in this corrupt world, such as fish and water, multiplying in abundance, with hidden signs of human substitution.

The boy saw a fat, fat mouse drill out of a slimy, dark gutter and climbed to the ground “unintentionally” towards a piece of crushed meat.

It was wary, knowing that these exhilarating, insane giants around, were more cruel and cunning creatures than it was, long delayed, making sure that no one noticed it, and that was when it poured like lightning into the meat.

Subsequently, a "chuck” sound, a fishing line controlled by a spring, a fine hairy line wrapped around one of its legs, threw it high in the air, and then the butcher rolled it with his tongue, tossed it, “bang” and shot it on the board.

The butcher sharpened all the slaughterknives and used the animal to test the knife, seemingly a white light between his clumsy hands, then peeled off the fat and fat mouse and hung it on an iron hook, at this time the mouse was not dead clean, his tail smoked, his dark eyes matched the boy.

“Poor bastard. ”

The boy thought, "Where in the world can there be good things that fall by accident?" ”

Spin and smile again in your heart.

Because what happened to him was exactly like this skinned mouse?

As an appetizer before the meal, skinned mice were quickly bought at the price of five obsolete phones - rat meat was one of the few fresh meats the Demons could eat this year, let alone kill and peel live, the price was really not high, the customer held fresh meat, smiled, ate it on the spot, made a "clicking" sound, and stirred up a breath of water to swallow.

I'm afraid it's also to advertise and tell everyone "fragrant meat arrives” to sell live skinned mice at such a cheap price?

“Boss, it's time to cut the incense!

“Come on, I can't fucking wait!

“Such good incense meat is worth as much as it takes. Go ahead, how? ”

The boys heard the demons howling.

Seeing one or rot, or swelling, or blistering, or having three or five eyes, radiated, genetically mutated, filled with cruelty and greed, such as demonic faces.

The boy was picked up by a butcher and dropped onto a caseboard where the skinned mouse had just been skinned.

The butcher sticks out his tongue, licks his face, sprays a hot stream of stomach acid at him, and laughs: “Don't move, it doesn't hurt. Uncle is very crafty, make sure the blood is clean. ”

The boy didn't move.

I didn't cry.

Like all people of this age, his tears had dried up at birth and he had long forgotten what it was like to cry.

The butcher slapped him in the face with a snowy slaughter knife, slapped him in the chest, and sipped to impatient customers: "Come on, come on, good incense meat, first class incense meat, look at this face, look at these hands, no horns, no blisters, no rot, no cysts, no traces of mutation at all, better delicious incense meat than the underground!

“The incense meat rolls, the fairy can not stand steady, so the good incense meat eats one piece, just one piece, cure hundreds of diseases, even the level 3 radiation area can go in and out, come on, bid, incense meat, white and tender good incense meat! ”

Boys see more and more people gathered in the meat market, and about half of the tombstone town demons crowd in and saliva converges into a sea of strong acidity.

Those cloudy eyes emitted cloudy light, which scared him more than the snowy slaughterknife, and he closed his eyes and turned to his brother for help.

“Brother, help me. ”

The boy said.

“Don't be afraid, Deer, don't be afraid. ”

Brother said, "You tell this butcher that you will never run —— you are so small, there are so many people here, you can't get through the water, you will definitely not get away, so can he loosen the chains on your feet, so it bleeds faster, the bruises won't stay in the palms of your feet, it's also tasty, you call him 'uncle’, you can sell your feet for a higher price, he will definitely agree.

“And then you hear me, and I won't say this again, and then I'm going to kill everyone on the meat market, and I'm going to buy you about five to ten minutes, and you're going to find a military backpack right now —— see that camouflage guy over there, fill up the meat market with his backpack, grab the third flower-haired shotgun on the right, and the fifth three-eyed pistol, and remember, don't forget the bullet, go left, run to the 'Old John's Car' and get a modified car for the long haul in the desert, and the day before yesterday, the Nigger Gang had a really good one, and it should be fixed at Old John's, hopefully it hasn't gone, and it's all going to be done in 10 minutes, no, seven minutes, or the rest of gravestone will come after you, okay? ”

“Understood. ”

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

“It's okay, it's very simple. Didn't we see it a few times at old John's? I should be able to. ”

Brother said, "But... killing all the people here will probably consume me too much... I might... Anyway, I'll drive at first, but you have to learn, learn fast, the road behind, you have to go on your own! ”

“What?”

When a boy startles, he creates a feeling of emptiness and helplessness, which is even more frightening than being tied to a caseboard by a man of five flowers. "Brother, what are you talking about? We were just born together. Don't leave me. I can't do this alone! ”

“You can, in fact, you can, and your potential is much stronger than mine, but you haven't found it yet. ”

Brother said, "Anyway, forget it. Ask this butcher for forgiveness first, and ask him to let go of your feet. Remember, the pitiful tone is a little helpless. Now, your pity is our greatest weapon. ”

The boy swallowed the spit and looked pitifully at the butcher.

At this moment, the butcher has raised the knife high, not knowing whether to show off the knife or really chop it down.

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

“Say it, say it! ”

Brother said.

“Fragrant meat, good fragrant meat, no kidding, fair price! ”

The butcher said.

“Come on, do it, drag, drag, drag. What the hell? Chips, bullets, gasoline, engines, bulletproof vests, sniper guns, even armored cars, what's the price? ”

No one's ghostly customers say.

“Ho ho ho ho ho ho! Hee hee hee hee! Ha, ha, ha, ha! ”

Around Tombstone Town, the whole wilderness is ravaged by the wind of radiation dust and rotten odors.

“I…”

The boy stuttered, his voice hoarse, and he couldn't hear himself in the howl of many customers hysteria.

But another pointy, sharp voice, like a snake, is a hundred times louder than him, like a ladle of ice water, poured into the hot meat market.

The boy saw a very damp hand and grabbed the knife the butcher was about to drop, also like grabbing the butcher's offspring bag, making the butcher's face look particularly ugly.

Unpleasant, even fearful.

And then the boy hears the owner of the wet hand, with a wetter voice, lazier: “This is my sheep, who says I'm going to sell it? ”