A middle-aged man walks in the mountains and forests, with a hat on his head, and although the sun is scorching today, the forest is extremely shady because of the shade of the trees.

He walked on foot, wearing the liberation shoes of the older generation, and he didn't know how long he walked, and finally walked out of the forest.

"Great, there are no injured 'kids' today!" he said to himself with a relieved smile.

The "children" in his mouth actually refer to the animals in the mountains, because of the predators, there are fewer and fewer animals in the mountains, and the rest are either old and weak or young cubs, of course, there are also some lucky ones, they escaped from the hands of hunters, but there are still bloody scars left on their bodies.

The man walked out of the woods, and the sun immediately shone down, and he also noticed an unusual situation not far away-

In the river, the water flows non-stop, and the water holds a basket. In the basket, a small hand was faintly seen waving.

Seeing this, he didn't think about it, and immediately dripped, and hurriedly approached the basket.

Fortunately, the current was not very fast, and the basket seemed to be obedient and did not escape quickly.

Finally, a large hand grasped the basket tightly, pulled it back, and with great effort brought it ashore.

He had just come ashore, and he was in no hurry to dry himself, and the first thing he did was to glance into the basket—

I saw that there was a baby boy inside, and the white cloth wrapped him well, revealing only his round little face, these two people, big eyes to small eyes, just looked at each other, and both adults and children laughed.

……

The man took him in, because he happened to be the director of the welfare home, and her surname was Wang and her name was Defu. He looked at the baby boy and thought, "Well, that'...... From now on, you will be called Wang Mo!"

So, I appeared in this reckless red world in this way.

Maybe my secondary two disease is really innate, and since I was a child, I often have some very strange dreams.

These dreams are very real, and I will have the same dream over and over again, so I can remember the content of the dream clearly:

Heaven and earth are chaotic, and the distracting and oppressive black fog spreads to all corners of the world.

I was looking around in the "third person", but I didn't realize where I was.

However, the fog is not very thick, and it can be seen not far away, and there is a war in the center of the fog.

I felt strange because there was a constant roar of wind, the roar of rain, the roar of thunder, and the sky was infected with all kinds of light effects, and it was chaotic, like a messy canvas.

I approached there, and from time to time flames and ice passed by me, but luckily, none of them hit me.

It was getting closer, and by the time it reached the outermost part of the central area of the fog, it couldn't get any closer, but everything became clear.

The silver dragon hovered high in the sky, the hard scale armor was braving the cold light, and the sky above the silver dragon was a black and oppressive cloud, and it was very strange that it was not only rain pouring down in the clouds, but also a series of holy light pillars, thousands of spiked ice cubes covering the sky, and heavy thunderstorms were rolling in the clouds.

The wind swept the clouds, the thunderstorm fell from the sky, and a huge tornado appeared out of thin air nearby, and the eye of the wind was endless darkness, and the flames were full of tornadoes, which should not be called tornadoes at this time, but fire tornadoes, and more like the wind of destruction blown by the god of hell and death.

On the earth, there are countless bottomless and terrifying rifts. It was open, but it was not flat, and it was covered with great thorns like giant whales, crawling like snakes, and approaching one place, and I looked along the thorns, and saw that in the gaps, the earth was once again torn apart.

As far as the eye can see, there are nearly 30 gods floating under the heavenly dome, who are either armed with magic weapons, summoning raging storms, or wielding various weapons, such as swords, sticks, spears, guns, cannons, and halberds......

I thought that they were going to join forces to subdue the silver dragon, but what I didn't expect was that a large hole suddenly opened in the sky, and the crack was covered by a wonderful giant magic circle, and another golden dragon flew out of it.

The appearance of the golden dragon is not much different from the silver dragon, but the luster and strength are very different, and the golden dragon seems to be stronger than the silver dragon.

The golden dragon communicated with one of the gods, and soon joined the battle.

It was then that I realized that the gods and the twin dragons were attacking a mist, and this mist was the only mist in the center of the fog that could be seen through at a glance.

They launched a devastating attack like a storm.

I saw that the mist instantly condensed, forming a huge scythe, and at the bottom of the scythe, a person stood on the ground and grabbed it with one hand. And that person doesn't have any appearance at all, his body is more like the hollow of the world, as ethereal as a black hole in the universe.

He swung his hand and slashed horizontally, the blade of the scythe as if it could tear everything through him. So fast that even the remnant can't keep up with the scythe's movement. Before the afterimage had crossed the circle, all the thorns on the ground that were approaching him were chopped to pieces, and then began to wither and disappear.

"Hahahahaha!" he laughed haughtily, "an attack of this magnitude?

He said this as if the gods were as small as ants before him.

At this moment, the divine punishment descended from the sky, and the thunder and light pierced the sky and hit him right now.

The voice of the current was so clear, and this powerful attack finally came up to him.

He was enraged, and a darker and thicker black mist was unreservedly released from his hollow body.

These black mist are swinging like tentacles.

Like a whip, it swept past the god who had just cast the spell and whipped him hard.

That day, the god was knocked out of the sky, but his body was surrounded by a faint green light, and he stabilized his body again and flew up again.

More intense and fierce attacks continued, the earth was burning with fire, like hell, the rain and ice were still falling in the sky, fire and water coexisted, everything was so weird.

……

I don't know how long the battle lasted, it seemed like centuries had passed, and I was so focused on that battle that I didn't know how to divert my attention.

Finally, the efforts of the gods were not in vain, and with the advent of the Heavenly Punishment Sword, all the attacks were gathered, and with a miserable and angry roar—

"Ahhhhh!!hh

The empty man finally disappeared, and the endless black fog slowly dissipated, just like "the sun rises and the forest opens, and the clouds return and the cave is twilight".

The gods fell, falling from the sky, and the gold and silver dragons were also seriously injured and dying.

They were overconsumed by this battle, as if they were going to sleep.

Before they closed their eyes, the dream came to an abrupt end—

I sat up from the bed suddenly, my pupils dilating infinitely, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell from my head, wetting the quilt.

The dream lasted so long that I mistakenly thought I would never wake up again.

"Again...... It's this dream again...... "I wiped my sweat with my hands, and the feeling of depression won't go away for a long time."

This is the 153rd time, and this dream has been repeated for 153 days.

Every time I have this dream, I feel an unknown discomfort that comes from nowhere—

It seems that the secondary 2 disease has seriously affected my life.