"Night City!Night City!What's wrong with you?uh...... Ahh

"Daddy, Daddy, why did you kill Mom?

A room full of blood!

A house full of wives and children's blood!

Why, exactly, is this the result?

"Why!~~"

Fan Yecheng roared and rolled over from the straw.

He gulped the air, like an alcoholic who hadn't drunk in days.

He looked around, a small table, a small stool, a photo album, a national flag. Everything is so familiar, everything is so quiet.

The only small window transmitted the heat of the sun, shining warmly on his body.

Am I alive again?

When Fan Yecheng realized this, his whole body suddenly became sore.

I was so tired from fighting yesterday that I didn't have time to feel the pain in my body and fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, it really hurt deep into my bone marrow.

But as soon as he saw the album, it was like a drug addict seeing drugs. He grabbed the album and hurriedly flipped through his old memories, trying to cover up his physical pain with spiritual comfort.

Fan Yecheng turned very slowly, but it was very steady. He flipped through the pages one by one, and there was a smile in his eyes. That was his experience as a human being, and now that I think about it, it is so beautiful.

He flipped through it again, turned to the photo of his family of three, looked at the sunshine in the photo, looked at the smiling faces of the three people, his smile was even worse, as if he was one with the people in the photo. The photographs took him to the past, to a home that he dared not think of now.

Family?

His heart contracted suddenly, as if he had been hit by a strange stinging pain, which stuck there like a needle, and made him feel painful.

He didn't dare to pull it out, he was afraid that if he pulled it out, he would never find the needle again.

Fan Yecheng put down the album, his throat suddenly surged, and his head stretched down involuntarily.

"Gross!"

He vomited a mouthful of blood, and his heart finally felt better. But when he saw that the blood was green, he fell into a daze again.

Am I still human?

It turns out that I am no longer human?

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn't get the sound out.

It turns out that the yelling just now was also roaring in a dream?

He suddenly wanted to smile bitterly, and he was always happier in his dreams than in reality.

But it was a dream after all.

In the dream, he may still be alone.

But in reality, he has long been a mongrel who has been transformed twice by the Sampaola Company and the Demon Realm.

Do you want to keep going?

This is what the masked man asked him, and he often asked himself.

He always had a thousand doubts in his heart, but when he saw the flag, he no longer had any doubts.

He is still alive, he must have a goal, a faith.

He took his pocket watch out of his bosom and opened it to look at it. The pocket watch was dirty, and the boy's picture was quite old.

He kissed it softly.

After packing up his pocket watch, he put on the album again. In the blink of an eye, he was out the door.

This was the habit of being a border guard for six years, and he would go out on time every day to patrol a certain distance.

However, the path he chose was all in the jungle, and he hid when he encountered people or other border guards.

He didn't want the troops to see him like this.

He also did not want to recall the night of the massacre.

The sun is shining and the air is fresh today.

He walked in the jungle, on the back of the mountain, in the rocks. Eagle-like eyes are constantly looking around.

Gradually, he unconsciously came to yesterday's benefactor's village again.

Fan Yecheng lay on the hillside, watching the villagers below sweat and rain as they harvested rice and corn, everyone's faces filled with happy smiles.

yes, it's harvest season, so why not laugh?

Every time he saw this scene, he would smile. It was the result of his hard work, and although others didn't think so, he was content inside.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and he looked back to see that there was nothing in the dense forest.

But he still walked towards the forest.

He trusts his instincts.

"Whoosh!~~"

Fan Yecheng hurriedly rolled, and there was an extra knife on the ground in an instant.

"Phew!"

He spat out the fallen leaves in his mouth, and his hands shook, and two dark forces spread to his hands, which continued to prolong and turn into two long knives.

When the knife was formed, he slashed at the place where the sound came from. A large flock of birds flew out of the forest, and for a while, the sound of "swish" did not stop, and the dense forest was full of fallen leaves and kept flying in the air.

Ten minutes later, Fan Yecheng walked out with a bloody face.

He was covered in stab wounds, bleeding a lot, and his clothes were in tatters, and he was a beggar alive. And his results lie forever on the fallen leaves.

He didn't have a hint of excitement. The successive battles had almost worn out his spirit.

He just wants to eat now.

He was hungry.

But all animals feel hungry, and he is no exception.

But he was so tired at the moment that he couldn't even run, so he could only walk full.

The power of the demon world is that it can repair wounds, but it can't give him a feeling of satiety.

He looked at it, and there was nothing to eat at the moment. The only thing that can be eaten is the corn below.

Of course, he didn't dare to meet the villagers.

He was impregnated by the Demon Realm, and any ordinary person who approached him would be invaded by the power of the Demon Realm if it took too long. The light ones go crazy, and the heavy ones die. He could only hide from people.

He went down stealthily, at a very slow pace.

He no longer has any strength, and he is all supported by will.

He touched the corn field step by step, stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the corn stalk, the black gas instantly corroded the corn stalk, and a corn arrived in his hand.

Ignoring the dust on the corn, he took a bite of it, and a few corn kernels flew out. He took a few bites, and it didn't matter if it was delicious or not, he swallowed it in one bite, and then took another bite, and then he bit it down again before he could swallow it, and those who didn't know thought he was eating the most delicious food in the world.

The corn was quickly finished, and he quickly scratched a few more corns and ate them "click-click-click".

"Look, somebody's stealing corn!"

There was a sudden shout outside, and Fan Yecheng was stunned for a moment.

He stood up and saw that a young man was pulling a dozen sturdy benefactor villagers to run towards Fan Yecheng with shovels.

Fan Yecheng took two corns and ran, taking a bite of corn as he ran.

But his injuries were so serious that he even limped when he ran, and he didn't run far before he was knocked down by the villagers who caught up with him with a hoe, and then a few hoes surrounded Fan Yecheng and fought.

Fan Yecheng was like a rotten dog surrounded by a beating, all the corn in his mouth was spit out, and he was beaten to the ground and turned over and over, and he could only curl up and not dare to show his head outside.

"Hit, kill this thief!"

"you, dare to run to us to steal something to eat, are you impatient?"

"That's right! The people who live on this border have all learned to use two hands in the army, just to beat a dog thief like you!"

"Fight! Even if we die, we must keep the fruits of our labor!"

The continuous "bang" sound hit Fan Yecheng's body, and also hit his heart.

No, they can't be contaminated with demonic energy!

"Roar!"

He suddenly shook his whole body and jumped out of the crowd, his whole body was full of black energy, and his hands showed two long knives, and the demons who watched him were stunned in place one by one.

"Demons!

"Run!"

In an instant, more than a dozen people ran, faster than when they came to chase people.

He struggled to his feet, and watched them move away, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He suddenly lost the desire to eat corn, and now he just wanted to go back to his house, to the little hut.

He got up, patted the ashes off his body, and limped out of the benefactor's village.