This is a land of ice and snow, it is hard to imagine that there will be such a scene in the summer of the wasteland, which belongs to the three suns singing, and the radius of hundreds of miles is full of transparent and transparent ice crystals, and the cold air visible to the naked eye fills this snow-white world layer by layer.

A figure loomed in the white mist, as if trembling, the white and tender skin indicated that she was not old, her thin body curled up into a ball of cold ice and gasped slightly, and a voice like a voice like a voice faintly came from between her trembling lips and teeth: "Xu Mingyue, dead?" No one should be able to hear it, maybe even she can't hear what she is saying, and no one will know that there is a humble life struggling here. No one knows about life, no one asks about death, maybe she came here because she was forced to do so, or maybe she just thought it was beautiful, and she wished to be innocent when she came, and pure when she went......

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Wasteland, slums, Yang Jinxi's face is still a completely different breath from the daytime, one moment he was still enjoying the night through the cracks in the stone nest, and the next moment he appeared in the silver moonlight, turning his head to look around, what was clearly distinguishable was the slight snoring that indicated that he was asleep, in the end, it was a group of children, no matter how forced to become adults, the preciousness that belonged to them still existed......

Yang Jianxi turned around and walked forward towards the outside of the village, a few meters in the night like a ghost, his direction was not the entrance of the village, but the erratic scurry, in fact, it was not without purpose, Yang Jianxi was catching the familiar taste, and Shun Teng, Conan Yang, announced the launch!

Don't go out when it's dark, wait for dawn to get dark.

Ever since he discovered that this village didn't follow this wasteland setting, Yang Jinxi knew that this was a place worth spending time, not to mention that he really didn't believe that a group of older children with a few small wooden sticks could go out and hunt down the wild beasts to fill their stomachs and live?

Yang Jianxi also deliberately stopped when passing by the largest dwarf fort in the village where Duan Zhuangzhuang lived, and he didn't know why he needed to check whether Duan Zhuangzhuang was asleep again, probably because Yang Jianxi saw the shadow of his childhood from this child. It's about the same size as him, and he drags a little milk cat with a dull head, although he is tired, he feels happy that it is worth it......

Yang Jianxi, who left the village, purposefully went straight to the back of the village, he grabbed the line, and now he is indeed touching the melon along the vine.

Yang Jianxi figured out the geographical location of this village during the day, with his back to the mountain and facing the water, according to the feng shui metaphysics of the previous life, this is a feng shui treasure.

As Yang Jianxi gradually approached after leaving the village, the line he was familiar with in the air gradually became thick and clear in Yang Jianxi's nose, and when he came to the foot of the mountain where the village leaned, Yang Jianxi looked up at this ordinary, but more like a mountain bag, and muttered: "It is indeed a treasure land of feng shui, generally speaking, a treasure land of feng shui, suitable for burial in a cemetery."

In fact, this village is located at the foot of the mountain, but there is a distance between them, so there is the location where Yang Jinxi is now.

Under the moonlight, the ground is full of silver and white, in fact, even if there is no bright night, everything around Yang Jixi can be clearly seen, and he has discovered another use of yin and yang eyes, not only can be used as goggles to block the rain, but also can be used as night vision devices to see the road, but I don't know if I can see through, this remains to be investigated.

In the eyes, it is a mountain bag that is not high or low, and the ordinary degree can be seen everywhere like life, but in Yang Jinxi's eyes, this is not so much a mountain bag, but more like a cemetery.

walked forward, as if all the secrets were in full view of Yang Jianxi, with a wave of his big hand at will, a sudden gust of wind rose in the quiet night, raging on the hillside in front of Yang Jianxi, rolling up layers of wind and sand, a moment of wind passed, a gray slate appeared particularly dazzling on this sandy ground full of color, seeing this, Yang Jianxi showed an elusive smile, habitually wanted to put his hands in his pockets, but put down his hands and touched his waist but found that there was nowhere to insert, only his left hand was on his back, stretched out his right hand and spread his palm and bent four fingers upward, and suddenly there was a sound on the ground, and the conspicuous gray and white slate was invisibly held up, As if opening a dusty entrance for a long time, Yang Jinxi also looked down at the secluded hole under the stone slab and sniffed, and murmured: "Well, it is indeed that familiar taste, it seems that there is still delicious food underneath."

With his hands behind his back, he went down leisurely, and as Yang Jinxi went deeper, the stone slab that had been held up in mid-air invisibly before was slowly restored, and even the sound was pitiful, if this stone slab had life, he would definitely complain, "Lao Tzu is a stone with weight, and it is not light......

The pitch black area can be seen everywhere in Yang Jianxi's eyes, and it is more certain of Yang Jianxi's own guess, before Duan Zhuang Zhuang and they went out not to find food or even hunt wild beasts, but to come here, as for why, Yang Jianxi also had a certain guess in his heart,

Food? It's just something that fills your stomach, and it's available here.

All the way down the stairs, the distance should not be too long, just like the entrance of a basement, the increasingly strong smell of blood in the air also made Yang Jinxi feel that it was almost time to arrive. This is no longer stimulating Yang Jianxi's taste buds, this is a taste that makes Yang Jianxi disgusting. Yang Jianxi knew very well that this was the foul smell emanating from rotten flesh.

Catching a glimpse of the oil lamp tray on the wall that still had a pungent smell, Yang Jinxi waved his hand casually, and suddenly it was like a resurrection, and the light flickered in turn in this cold cellar, playing their only role.

It was bloody at the eye, Yang Jinxi looked at the dead corpses scattered all over the ground and was not excited, his eyes were full of disappointment and pity.

said lightly: "I thought I could also have a full meal, but I didn't expect it to be such a rotten delicacy." ”

Yang Jinxi looked around, and thought in his heart, "Looking at it like this, it can accommodate one hundred and eighty people, and it is indeed about the same."

Looking down at the corpses all over the ground, the half-dried and half-congealed blood seemed to be wriggling on the ground and on the corpses with the swaying of the firelight.

I thought to myself: "Fortunately, there are no rats, flies, and other pervasive things in this world, otherwise this place would indeed be unsightly now." ”

Stepping forward with the broken corpses, looking at the corpses that had decomposed to the point of only skeletons, Yang Jianxi's face was full of waves, and there was no emotion in his eyes, for the dead, Yang Jianxi would always have an unprecedented sense of calm familiarity.

Squatted down in front of a pile of corpses, stretched out his index finger and scratched the yellow that was conspicuous in the orange and red all over the ground, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "It's really bad, yellow is a very delicious blood, it's a pity"

In fact, most of the wastelands are the descendants of the first batch of pioneers who came to the wasteland, but they are humble and weak, and with the precipitation of the long river of time, they continue to accumulate in the slums and they have fallen into the name of wasteland.

The generation of bloodlines is random and uncertain, so it is undeniable that there will always be the kind of bloodlines among these wastelands who can go on the stage and show their singing voices. It's just that no one introduces him, so he can only go with the flow and be unknown, just like that dumb girl, the bloodline that can be glorious for a lifetime has ended up being bullied by everyone.

Yang Jinxi looked at these corpses that had not yet decomposed or still had recognizability, and looked at them all with the same characteristics, that is, they were old, and their expressions were not hideous, which was a symbol of a very peaceful death, or rather, this was a manifestation of their voluntary death.

Looking at the limbs scattered next to these corpses, some of them rolled to the ground with blood on their heads. It's not caused in the first place, but someone has cut or ripped it off later.

Looking at the flesh and blood that remained on those bones that were now decomposing, it was not difficult to guess that something must have come here to use these rotting corpses as food, and who it was, maybe Yang Jinxi had already guessed.

smiled and turned to leave, with every step, the traces under the soles of his feet also strangely returned to their original state, as if there was an invisible external force helping Yang Jinxi to complete these extreme pretending operations, and the plates of oil lamps were also extinguished one after another, leaving a taste that made Yang Jinxi suddenly realize

"What should I be pungent and familiar to me, it turns out to be corpse oil ......"

sighed and talked to himself leisurely and leisurely up the stairs, but the footsteps of Yang Jianxi always echoed in a short distance, one by one uninterruptedly like ghosts filling every corner.

At the entrance, Yang Jinxi stopped and stretched out his foot and kicked the slate forward, and suddenly the entrance of the slate covering the entrance of the cave resounded continuously, like an extremely reluctant sound.

As the stone slab rose upward, Yang Jianxi also disappeared in place, and the bright moon outside was still moonlight, just like Yang Jianxi's heart without the slightest wave.

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Jianxi sat paralyzed in front of his low fort, his legs were wide open, and he looked extremely arrogant, but now he also had a taste of looking down on life and death and resigning himself to fate.

At least in Duan Zhuangzhuang's eyes, standing on the second floor of the dwarf castle with a bulge similar to the balcony of Yang Jinxi's previous life, it was hard to imagine that this was a residence made entirely of stones, not to mention that there was even a balcony.

Duan Zhuangzhuang watched the night gradually break, the light of dawn heralded the arrival of a new day, and the morning light representing hope shone on Yang Jianxi's body, Duan Zhuangzhuang felt more and more that Yang Jianxi might die.

In fact, Yang Jianxi had already discovered the little boy Duan Zhuang on the stone platform not far away, and Yang Jianxi pretended to show him.

His appearance was terminally ill and his life was short, but Yang Jinxi deliberately spent a night deceiving.