The second uncle's family is not much better than Xiaoqian's family, and there is really no one in his family.

Xiao Qian sat at the door of the second uncle's house, looking at the mountain behind him in a daze, except for the black and shiny land on the mountain, there were only pieces of white left. Is there only black and white in this world? What are these white things? Xiao Qian couldn't think of it.

He suddenly asked, "Second Master, these white things on the mountain look very good!"

The second uncle sighed and said, "These white things are buried in the soil and will not rot for decades. A few years ago, the corn harvest here was not good, because it was too high and the land was very poor, so people covered her with a quilt, and the corn harvest was good, but the good situation did not last long, and after a few years, these white things were inexhaustible, and became a burden on the land. In addition, I don't know what happened in the past two years, the rain doesn't fall, and there are still such white things floating in the sky, and if this continues, the whole mountain will be hung with this white thing, and I really can't understand that the sky will fall so much for no reason. ”

Yes, I've only heard that pies don't fall from the sky for no reason, and I haven't heard of flying garbage for no reason!

"Why don't you organize people to pick up all these white things and burn them all?"

"Alas, you child! You can't remember, or something is wrong with your brain! You don't know that in the past two years, the young and strong people in the village have suddenly contracted a strange lung disease as if they were infected, and they have left this world one after another, and now there are only some old, weak, sick and disabled people left in the village. ”

After hearing this, Xiao Qian finally understood why there were no middle-aged men in this village, and also understood why only the second uncle and Zhang Feng'er were willing to help him just now? However, he was even more strange. Even if there is a virus here, why are the old and weak okay, and their body's antibodies to the virus should not be weaker than those of the elderly?

It was already dark, and the second uncle was reluctant to turn on the lights, so the two of them sat outside and watched the moon. The moon is not as bright as it is described in the novel, and it is somewhat dim. Although Xiao Qian had too many things he couldn't understand, he felt that he had no strength in his body, so he got up and said goodbye, wanting to go home and have a good rest, to see if he could raise his spirit, he didn't want to die like this, and wanted to live for a few more years.

The second uncle didn't worry about him going home alone, so he sent him back.

The second uncle is very familiar with Xiaoqian's home, and even knows where his bed is, so he sent him to the bed directly, helped him cover the quilt, and told him to rest well.

Xiao Qian nodded weakly, wanting to say thank you to the second uncle, but he didn't have the strength anymore. The quilt was very torn, and there was a musty smell that kept coming. At this moment, he truly realized how difficult it is for a person who has no father, no mother, or even a relative to survive in this world! No one cooks, no one washes clothes, no one washes quilts, and even when he is sick, he has no parents by his side. In the past, it was impossible for him to sleep in such an environment, but now, he couldn't take care of so much, and he fell asleep quickly.

When I woke up, it was not yet dawn, and the moonlight outside shone in from the dilapidated house, hitting Xiao Qian's face, and there was a sad feeling. Xiao Qian no longer felt sleepy, and his physical strength was restored a little. He turned on that so-called system:

Combustion value: 30

Energy: 0

Stamina: 2

Combat power: 0

Defense: 0

Individual level: 0

Xiao Qian looked at the numbers inside, and he almost wanted to die, and after sleeping for a few hours, his physical strength only recovered a point?

He took the old man out of his pocket and looked at the time: 11:50. If it was before, wasn't he about to get out of school? He suddenly had a strange idea to call his parents and see if the call could reach the world he used to live in? In the past, he had never taken the initiative to call his parents, and this old age machine was used when his parents were looking for him.

However, there is no signal on his mobile phone! On second thought, this is also a reasonable thing, what you brought from another world, you still expect it to play the same role in this strange world, isn't that?

Xiao Qian couldn't sleep, so she got up and went out for a walk, wanting to slowly familiarize herself with this strange village by the moonlight.

When he came back yesterday, he was so tired that he didn't have the energy to look at his surroundings. Now, he suddenly understood how unparticular this person named Wang Xiaoqian usually is, even if he is not in good health, the garbage in the distance cannot be cleaned up, and he can always dispose of it at the door of his house! No wonder he will get lung disease!

Xiao Qian found two small sticks, picked up these plastic bags one by one, and set them on fire. As the bag burns and emits a scorching smell, so does his burning value.

When all the bags at the door were burned, his burn value reached 98, and the other numbers remained unchanged. He still didn't give up, and decided to go out of the village to have a look, and find some more bags to burn.

Xiao Qian walked all the way to the left, only to find that his home was already on the edge of the village, he wanted to go back and go into the village to have a look, but he immediately changed his mind, he was not familiar with this village at all, what if he encountered a vicious dog? Let's go out of the village and burn some garbage! Just do what he can for the world! In the past, he disdained these little things, but at this time and that time, with his body that the wind is blowing down, what big things can he do?

He had not walked far along the heel of the hill out of the village before he really learned the fact that the garbage he had seen yesterday was a drop in the bucket. It turns out that the village chief is just taking people to pick up more conspicuous places, and the foot of the mountain, where few people come, is simply white, and I don't know where these things come from? Could it be that the villagers are pouring garbage to the edge of the village for convenience?

"Old boy, if you are so stubborn again, don't blame me for being rude! I came to this world to help you, don't you know what to do?" Xiao Qian was lighting a fire, when suddenly a hoarse voice startled him, and he quickly found a ridge to hide.

As long as the old man still has a breath of air, he must not let you do whatever he wants!" said a slightly old voice.

In Xiao Qian's previous world, what was called Jun was the people of that projectile land. When he heard the name, he didn't have a good feeling.

Xiao Qianxun was prestigious, and under the moonlight, an old man was holding a middle-aged man. "I see that you don't see a coffin and don't shed tears! let me send you to the west today!" the hoarse voice roared.

The old voice said, "Don't bother! I've been fighting for a few nights, and I don't see how much stronger you are than me, what else can you do but pollute the environment? Get out of the supernatural continent for the old man! Tell you, every intruder deserves to die!"

"Hmph, come on!"

Because they were too far away, Xiao Qian couldn't see what the two of them looked like. I saw the middle-aged man facing him, pushing his hands forward flatly, and pieces of white things flew towards his direction. The old man turned his back to him, his hands spread out in a straight line, and the white things were not far from his body, as if they had encountered an invisible wall, and all the lost strength slipped to the ground one by one, and none of them could cross the boundless wall.

The middle-aged man turned out to be called Duanshui Qingfeng, and he was from the same world as Xiao Qian, but the country was different. But Xiao Qian didn't like such a player at all, and even hated it a little, if it weren't for the fact that he was too weak, he really wanted to rush out and slap him two loud slaps hatefully, so that he couldn't find his way home.

The old man suddenly shook his body, and a fine sand appeared behind him, blocking Xiao Qian's vision, and Xiao Qian couldn't see anything.

With a roar, Xiao Qian lowered his head in fright, and his whole body hid under the ridge, not daring to raise his head for a long time. This sand is not a joke, what if this old man does not grasp it well and accidentally injures himself? He, Wang Xiaoqian, is already a weak character, and he really can't afford to hurt himself.

He was far away from the old man, thinking that he would be fine if he retracted his head, but the result was somewhat unsatisfactory. The roar kept coming, one stronger than the other, he couldn't stand it anymore, he only felt that the headache was unbearable, and he hurriedly covered his ears with both hands, and the pain was reduced a lot.

The roar continued for a long time before it suddenly stopped. Xiao Qian slowly poked his head out, and his eyes were still covered with sand and dust, and he couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south.