It was a ruin, half of the mountain had collapsed, and there was nothing but gravel and dust on the ground, and there were other things, some little crystalline powdery substance, and some bloody and yellowed bones, which were not natural, they were human bones.

After recognizing at a glance that a certain lean leg and foot bone belonged to a human being, Tang Qing frowned, it didn't give him a good feeling here.

A kind of chaos filled the air, like this ruin, there was a sense of chaos that was dilapidated but bursting.

The decayed fabric of the garment is no longer able to tell the age of its material, trousers, clothes, waistcoats, this standard configuration, together with a black cloak that can no longer be judged in its entirety, complete a set of clothes, but it has been forcibly pieced together.

Tang Qing wanted to know what was going on here, but his time power was too wasted to support the investigation, and besides, it was not a good idea for the soul body to be exposed to the current world, and the top priority was to find a suitable object to take it away.

The mist-like soul was covered with a thin shield that prevented him from seeing his full face, like a piece of clothing that cut off his vision, allowing him to find a new home.

The breeze blew, and the soul body floated away, extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a hundred miles away, as if it had stumbled over something, stopped somewhere, and retracted to the ground.

Around the ruins is a piece of loess, a hundred miles of desolation without grass, until a hundred miles away, there is the color of grass, the farther away, the better these grass grows, above the knee grass, a child lying there, he opened his eyes and looked at the sky overhead, the whole body is only about ten years old, slender limbs, skeleton-like, thin rags under the protruding ribs are distinct, I don't know how long I haven't eaten.

His eyes were all gray and dry, and the dilated pupils indicated his state of death, however, no one cared, just as he died here for some unknown reason, and no one cared.

The hands that were as thin as chicken feet were not only black dirt, but also some green left on the nails, like the color of grass, and some unknown toxin.

Not far from him, there were several children's corpses, they seemed to belong to different times, some had been occupied by maggots, some still retained a trace of the whole picture, and the causes of their death were not the same, just from the appearance, you can see two kinds of fire and poisoning, others, probably because the blood is dry, the bones are exposed, and the flesh can no longer be seen.

The boy who seemed to have died of poisoning suddenly blinked, and it was extremely difficult to close his eyes that had not been closed for too long, and he finally gave up this action, stood up crookedly, like a zombie, opened his eyes and began to walk in one direction, his speed was not fast, with each step out, his body was a little straighter, and in the end, he was already like a normal person.

"It's a terrible thing to have a completely broken eye. ”

"Strictly speaking, it's not a seizure, the feeling of controlling a dead corpse, I'm glad I've been a puppet, and it seems to be similar in some places. ”

"Maybe we should find a new body to take away, this body is too bad, the unknown toxins have occupied the entire body, you can't cultivate without new spiritual power supplements, you can't expel these toxins at all, and the final result is that the toxins will probably be brought out and more people will be killed. ”

"The memory of the body has dissipated, and there is no way to know the specific situation of this world, but this is the Western world..."

Tang Qing thought about these things, but his pace was speeding up, and it was not very noticeable to keep his eyes open, but the godlessness of those eyes was easy to be noticed that there was a problem, but probably no one would take a closer look at a child like a little beggar.

I don't know what the identity of these children is, but they were dumped there, and if they meet, maybe they can check it.

From the wilderness to the road, when he "saw" the Western-style carriage, the boy closed his eyes with great difficulty, this action had no practical meaning, but it was not scary in his understanding, even so, as the carriage passed, he heard a laugh from the wind: "Scared me to death, is that coal?"

There was a curtain in the glass window, and the moment it passed, outsiders were not enough to see what the people inside were like, but Tang Qing "saw" that spiritual power was the best cheat, which allowed him to "see" some of the things he wanted to know, but because his spiritual power had been consumed too much, he was now using it limitedly, and he would not look at it more than a certain distance.

The carriage did not stop because of the "black monkey" on the side of the road, and left as fast as it could, and in front of it, at the end of the road some white smoke could be seen rising, very obvious white smoke almost obscuring the sky.

The tall chimneys are like straight tree trunks, holding up the sky, and white smoke bursts out of them, endlessly providing more clouds and mist to the sky.

It is no longer possible to distinguish the blue sky, the horizontal and vertical houses look unaesthetically pleasing, their only advantage is that they are relatively large, and the hum of the machine can be heard even through the thick brick walls, and when you look through the glass windows, you can see some workers circling around the machine, they are busy with the work in hand, sending something into the machine, and taking something out of the machine.

Rising white smoke filled the inside and outside of the factory, foggy, as if looking at everything in a dream.

If the fantasist sees it, there will probably be some romantic associations, provided that the scenery in the fog is changed, not those workers who have no aesthetic sense at all, and the deep traces on their faces are like complaints about life, which make people feel only misery rather than dreams when they see it.

The black sewage bubbled into the riverbed, the originally clear river water has turned brown, and the place next to the bank even has a layer of gelatinous feeling, which makes people feel sticky at a glance, and occasionally there are some white traces, slender and long, like a fish belly turned up, provoking mosquitoes and flies to fly.

The nearby ground is also dyed with a layer of black, not pure black, and the flying white dust will fall on these gelatins, dotted with stars, and converge into a special road, and when you step on it, you may bring out a foot of black mud, and maybe it will only be stained with some white ash.

It's not a road formed in a year or two, just like the smell in the air, it doesn't dissipate anytime soon.

The boy had no shoes on his feet, he was barefoot, and he did not set foot on such a road, but stood on the grass and watched, and the grass in the vicinity also changed color, some were grayish, some were black, and the black skin of his body made him particularly compatible with this place, and the wide shabby clothes were like a flag, unfurled in the wind.

"Steam—a machine?"

It's a bit surprising to realize that the level of civilization here is not too backward.

"Oh, Mary, Mary, what's wrong with you?"

With an exclamation, a woman who looked like a female worker fell to the ground, just on the side of the road, and the sudden situation made the female worker who was still talking to her have no time to react, she exclaimed loudly, she was very afraid of the situation in front of her, she tried to help her up, but...

"Who's going to help me, who's going to help us?"

As she called, some people gathered, and the humming sound overpowered the whispered crying.

"Unfortunately, so unfortunate, she's only nineteen. ”

"I said I wanted her to pay attention, this is really..."

"So you're going to hire women again?"

"Oh my God, this is really, really, scary. ”

"I think I'll make up for her family first, I remember she also has a younger sister. ”

In the midst of the noise, someone lifted Mary up on the ground, and looked at them, the girl was dead, and in that moment, she was dead.

They seemed to know the cause of her death, either from overwork or poison.

The toxins in the body are still slowly multiplying, like a biological poison, not simply acting on the nerves, in fact, the nerves of this body are no longer able to produce special reactions, he is all relying on the skills of manipulating the puppet to make him move like a normal person, in fact, it is just a walking corpse.

Such a body, still carrying an unknown toxin, is not easy to enter the city, and he is looking for a new body, uh, can't make that Mary just now.

Becoming a girl, the shame is too great.

The spiritual power circled there again, and the brilliant blonde hair did not fade because of Mary's death, like a touch of afterglow of the sun, trying its best to show the beauty of the past.

"Damn, you bastard, you dare to steal my money!"

The rosacea-nosed drunk, with his unkempt hair, covered his eyes, and could only see the abrupt nose, and he frantically kicked a boy who had no power to resist, and the boy dodged without saying a word, curled up in a posture of holding his head, trying his best to protect the vital point, not to be kicked by the leather boot, but it still hurt, and this pain made him react with it.

The drunkard seems to have really forgotten everything, he is wearing clothes that are not luxurious, and his shabby coat can no longer distinguish the colors, this is a person who is not satisfied, and he has no way to improve his condition, so he can only vent it on some people randomly.

He grabbed the purse he had snatched from the boy in one hand, and the half-broken bottle in the other, which had already knocked the boy on the head, and the remaining half of the broken bottle was still in his hand, and he even held the bottle and put his mouth at the mouth of the bottle until he found that no wine was coming out, and cursed angrily, and finally slammed half of the bottle on the boy's head.

Poor boy, who had only just raised his head from the beating, was so beaten that blood ran down his face, washing away the dirt from his face, but it did not show a white complexion, gray mixed with blood, it was an indescribable color.

His eyes were glazed, and he couldn't hold on anymore.

The drunkard was still swearing, but he didn't continue to vent at the little pitiful, and staggered down his path, and when he hit the wall, he sluggishly touched his nose and cursed, and his nose was rubbed redder and redder.

The boy looked at the boy, the corners of his mouth grinned, and the next moment, the bone-like body fell to the ground, and the mist-like soul body jumped to the boy at the fastest speed, immersed...

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Three stages: First, the tenth generation of good people, no evil, no evil in the standard sense, only small contradictions caused by personal character defects, which can be regarded as the stage of small evil.

Second, the offspring have already produced evil, and some people realize that people are good and are deceived by others, and hope that their children can live freely because of evil, just as the elders hope that their children and grandchildren will be safe and happy.

Third, the "good people", the black soil is mutated, absorbing the evil of these people as nutrients, leaving the "pure good" people.

Go against the current, go to the source of the black earth, and a new world begins.

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