Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

White deer feel like they're not just running, they're flying.

No one ever pressed his wrist as hard as the Golden Tooth boss, as if he were dying or unwilling to let go, or even put his strength and life into his body, causing his heart to beat wildly, adrenaline to secrete wildly, and the whole person was like stepping on cotton.

He couldn't tell what it really felt like, just asking himself, “Does he believe me? I believe him? ”

“Ding!”

Behind them there was an echo, which seemed to be the sound of the battle parts of the mines being bounced high.

But the white deer wasn't scared at all. He could hear the Golden Tooth boss breathing resolutely and forcefully. He felt the fire of his immense life. His thunderous roar was still echoing in his ears. It was OK, it must be OK, they could live!

“Jump!”

The Goldtooth boss dragged him hard, and at this moment they were 20 to 30 meters from the barracks.

“Boom!”

The mines blew up behind them, and the shock waves rolled out, pushing them out and smashing them into the mass graves.

The white deer felt their entire back burning and the flame quickly penetrated the lungs, hurting so dark that they couldn't speak at all.

But a strong sting tells him every bunch of nerve ends-- he's alive!

“Oh, hee, hee, hee, hee! ”

It took him a long time to catch his breath in the barracks before he made a hard and twisted laugh, and the boy breathed hot air in his mouth and enjoyed every breath of fresh pain around him.

The Golden Tooth boss didn't lie to him, they could, they survived!

“Eight seconds and six. ”

Thinking about it, Big Goldtooth's head appeared above his scattered pit, and the Wilderness Master spit blood, grinning and laughing, "Kid, if you want to participate in the pre-war Olympics, you can win. ”

The white deer waved at the Golden Tooth boss, expressing sincere gratitude and gratitude, but hiding something was wrong. He thought about it carefully and opened his eyes: “Eight seconds and six? Boss, don't you think it'll take at least ten seconds for the mines to explode? ”

“Really?”

Boss Goldtooth scratched his burning beard and said, “I guess there's always an error? ”

“You-- guess what? ”

White deer stunned, "Actually, you don't know when the mines will explode? ”

“Bullshit. ”

Old Goldtooth took it for granted, "Do you think I've ever done something so ridiculous with a sticky gel to slow down a mine explosion? If not, how would I know when a mine will explode! ”

“This...”

The white deer stared, half angry, half depressed, “You, you lied to me! ”

“So say...”

Big Goldtooth grinned, stretched out his trembling hand and patted it twice on the face of the white deer. "Kid, I told you not to trust anyone. ”

The Tibetan sea ran toward the two of them.

They were also loaded with guns and bullets.

The white deer and the Goldtooth boss glanced at each other and instantly forgot the dispute between them, but they all stirred up their brainwaves to the limit and locked in the Sea of Ten Thousand Hiddens.

Wan Tianhai's eyeballs kept spinning, look at the two people whose spirits were normal, then look at the vulture gang scouting the falcon, hesitated for half a second, squeezed out a heartfelt smile on his face, first pulled up the Goldtooth boss, then opened his arms to the white deer.

“Congratulations on your escape, Deer. Looks like we're coming or not! ”

……

“Wow, wow! ”

A sound of chain dragging.

“Squeak, squeak! ”

Harsh friction, scrolling sound from the winch and pulley.

The wind and sand scattered and a cool breeze swept in, an underground wine cellar and a small shelter appeared in front of the three of us.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! ”

Wan Tibetan seaman danced and screamed.

They do have a little bit of a negative connotation, as if all bad luck was consumed the moment the white deer stepped on the mines.

Shortly after wandering around the wind farm, they found the old estate's broken walls and followed the ruins to the entrance to the wine cellar and sanctuary.

This is a sizeable wine cellar, about half the size of a football field before the war, which relies on wind farms to provide energy - although the vast majority of wind turbines were destroyed in the nuclear war, one or two units are still functioning properly enough to support the daily use of a small wine cellar and shelter.

Even though the wind farm was built in the late war with fully automated design to stabilize the hearts and minds of the population and encourage them to dig up and rehabilitate shelters themselves, it is still a miracle, perhaps a miracle reserved for them.

The cellar remains constantly warm and humid, and the vast majority of wines are intact, even if broken, as domestic water.

The corner of the cellar has been remodeled to form a small, dirty living area, full of bedrooms, living rooms and toilets, as well as a small warehouse stacked with all kinds of supplies, which is a small supermarket.

Looks like the owner of the estate was prepared to stick around the ground for a long time, not going out for 10 or 20 years.

Unfortunately, they're still dead.

The three men found an already-boned body in the bedroom, which, in terms of decaying clothes, was supposed to be the hostess of the winery.

Her remains emitted dark blue light and some bones were deformed, indicating the cause of her death - either radiation syndrome, bacterial invasion by various biological and chemical weapons, viral infections, or both.

Next to the bedroom is the living room, with a colorful carpet in the middle of the living room filled with floral green cartoons and an unfinished set of toy chess, dice, toy bills and toy deeds scattered all over the place.

There were also two corpses curled in the corner, one big and one small, which should be a middle-aged man holding his child tight, with several open bottles scattered around him, and luminous pills scattered everywhere.

“VE44 nerve antidote. ”

The Goldtooth boss kneeled down and picked up a vial, "Within a safe dose, using a muscle injection after water dissolution can effectively alleviate the damage caused by the vast majority of neural biochemical weapons, but if you take more than five times the safe dose directly, it is an efficient suicide drug - directly paralyzing the central nerve, without pain or even feeling, and you can fall into permanent sleep. ”

“I don't understand. ”

White Deer said, "They have so much more to offer, and the vast majority of them are vacuum-packed cans, including compressed drinking water, and there is no shortage of energy supplies, they have everything, they can stay here for more than a decade or two, why commit suicide? ”

“No, it's not everything. They're ready for everything, but they're missing the most important thing. ”

Boss Goldtooth whispered, "Hope, they lost hope. ”

White deer temporarily plugged.

He did not understand exactly what “lost hope” meant.

Because he never had hope.

Never had hope, and it didn't matter to lose it.

“If I recall correctly, the owner of this estate seems to be ‘John’ or something, he loves his wife, who was also a great winemaker at the time, and all the nearby wineries know it. ”

Old Goldtooth Avenue, “Poor old John, he prepared everything like a squirrel preparing for the winter. It must have cost him all to rebuild this shelter, but in the end he found that his beloved wife had been attacked by viruses or radiation before she could enter the shelter. Finally, he could only guard so much material that he could watch his wife mutate, fail and die.

“This must have crushed old John, deprived him of all hope, or he suspected himself and his son of being infected; perhaps he did not think he could persevere until the end of the war; or perhaps he knew that the war had ended and the outside world had become hell. He was a winemaker who could not fight with guns and drones in any case, and his winery would sooner or later become a den for demons and his son a prey for the beasts, so he accompanied his son on the last game of chess, while cheating on his son to eat the excessive amount of nerve antidote, without any pain, to reunite with his child's mother. ”

Boss Goldtooth sighed and took a blanket from the couch next to him and gently covered it on his dead father and son.

The white deer remained silent for a long time and couldn't help but say: "Let's take them to bed, to his wife and his mother. ”

Boss Goldtooth took a deep look at the white deer.

“Yes.”

Manzakhai also said, “This living room is very nice, but there are two bodies in the corner. It's always creepy. Get them out of here. We can rest here. ”

“Okay.”

Boss Goldtooth's eyelids drowned, holding two lighter bodies together with a blanket.

White deer went up to help, cautiously held old John's father's and son's heads, sent them back to the bedroom with the Golden Tooth boss, lay next to the female remains, and carefully covered the family with rotten moldy quilts.

That's when the white deer saw a dusty picture on the bedside table and blew the dust to look at the old John family before the war.

It's a very strong and happy couple with dark skin and snow-white teeth characteristic of the locals, and blond hair that looks like it will glow.

The children among them, carrying a large array of ruby grapes, took one and stuffed it in their mouths, laughing more happily than the grown-ups.

The background is the vineyard, ten times brighter and brighter than the Goldtooth boss, reminding people of the good days, the good days of the past, the good days of the past that never return.