His heart shook violently, and his eyes subconsciously looked in the direction where the sword light came from, but he saw a man in white with a high crown standing with a sword. There was a cold and indifferent look on his handsome and lofty face. Lined with the flames of teeth and claws behind him, like gods and demons.

It was a man who was different from the people of country M in terms of body shape and facial contours, different from the people of country M, and different from the people of country Z they had seen these days. Even if the aesthetics of the people of country M are different from those of country Z, they have to praise that this is a very handsome man.

Handsome, handsome, and has a mysterious and distant atmosphere that can't be explained. However, it is something that cannot be described by a few teenagers who grew up in country M and are associated with the rapid development of science and technology and information technology.

Peculiar people, peculiar ways of playing. Even his clothes are very peculiar.

Vaguely, Ritina felt that this might be the kind of clothes called Taoist robes in the history of country Z, but it seemed to be different. At least whether it is the embroidery on the corners of the clothes, the material of the clothes, or the yin and yang Taiji used as decoration, it is not comparable to any traditional Taoist robe of country Z that the little girl Tina knows.

"You killed them?"

The tense atmosphere was pervasive, but it was impossible to tell whether it was because of this strange and oppressive environment or the sudden man. The hot wind blew a disgusting smell of blood, which entered the nasal passages of several people. After a long time, our agent Miss Hull finally reacted, and asked unconsciously in a defensive and vigilant tone.

"Aliens? Aliens who are used as food? Haven't even become feeders of those eggs. ”

Let the words that Ben and the others can understand but can't understand spit out, the comer, or our Xie Linfeng Xie Dao Chang, did not expect an answer from a few people.

As the behind-the-scenes **oss of this world, he is also the creator of the virtual world. As long as Xie Linfeng thinks about it, there is nothing he doesn't know.

Hmm, although now he no longer has the ability to control the virtual world. However, dealing with a few young teenagers who couldn't even understand the situation, Xie Linfeng still had this confidence.

The flickering firelight reflected against it, and the originally handsome and fair face seemed to be dyed a little treacherous. Xie Daochang's cold and moving male voice sounded in the ears of several people, and it also carried a bit of unclear charm. It's as if Satan in hell is dancing in the face of the flames, leading people to sink under the dim night sky.

"If you're referring to this tribe, then it's me. One hundred and twenty-three, male and female, young and old, not one survived. ”

The disgusting wind of blood blew gently, and the air seemed to fill the air with the wails of countless familiar faces before death. Xie Lin's face under the light of the wind and fire was cold and indifferent but not half affectionate.

It's like a demon, not like a living person.

"I know what you're trying to say, but if you can still keep that mindset after listening to the rest of the story. Well, I have nothing to say. ”

He took out a fire candle and lit the dead body of Xin Lao. Xie Linfeng's eyes swept over the so-called protagonist and his friends, and his voice was light and unfluctuating, as if he had pushed away some different world, telling the past of this tribe.

Not all stories have a beginning and an end. But if you go uphill along the river of time, you will always find something different.

There are many countries in the Western Regions, and people of different races and customs live in them, and there will always be all kinds of frictions.

Of course, what our Chief Xie wants to tell is not the story of any one or a few countries.

At the beginning of the story, it takes place under the land on which they are standing at this moment.

Unlike the short and pale history of country M or the countries that have disappeared, country Z is, in the eyes of many historians, mysterious and ancient. If you want to look at it little by little, the thick history books can go around from one end of the world to the other, long and long.

Originally, this land did not belong to a certain country or tribe. It was only when the surrounding tribes discovered this very fertile land that disputes arose.

The long history records that are always only the emperors, generals, heroes and heroes. But few people pay attention to what kind of life those who live at the bottom.

This is a very simple truth, after all, compared to the bright moon and stars in the sky, how many people are willing to spend pen and ink on those inconspicuous weeds?

Once it will be successful, all bones will wither. When a new round of disputes begins, the lives of innocent people like weeds will naturally be lost.

Human life, the most worthless thing in troubled times.

But whether it is the weeds or the innocent people who are worthless, they will want to live until death comes. The roots of trees and weeds, or the feeding of seeds, are just portrayals of real history.

People in such a situation will always crave something to believe. Or in their dark world, desperate for salvation from the outside world.

Maybe it's a person, maybe it's a group of people, maybe it's the gods in the sky who hear the prayers of these weeds in troubled times. It was on this land, at the feet of the Ben and the others, on a moonlit night, that the hungry tribesmen stumbled upon a long, fleshy creature. The hungry tribesmen called it a "chrysalis".

Like a small caterpillar hatching from a "chrysalis", the appearance of this creature is silvery-white, and it wriggles one by one, giving people a strange feeling.

There is no doubt that no matter how disgusting and weird it may seem, such "chrysalis" has become the food that hungry people rely on for survival.

Yiqiē doesn't seem to have any superfluous changes, except for the days when he thought he couldn't live, and he has a new way to live.

"What are those 'chrysalis'?"

The face that was already fairer than the ordinary Z people showed a strange bleakness, and Ben's throat moved, and he asked dryly.

This ordinary teenager, just like all middle school students of this age, was frightened by such a strange scene and such a strange story. So much so that if it weren't for his opening, everyone in the room seemed to have forgotten their own existence. Immerse yourself in such an oppressive and eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

"Of course, it's food. ”

He pulled the corners of his mouth good-naturedly, revealing a smile that he thought was kind. Xie Linfeng explained very thoughtfully:

"You should know that when people are in a desperate situation, they always burst out with special powers. Sometimes in order to survive, you will inevitably do some incredible things. ”

Xie Daochang's words seem to have a different meaning. But before they could think clearly, they heard that the mysterious man covered in blood did not let go of his story because of Ben's interruption.

The tribal inhabitants who live like weeds on the land beneath their feet have survived famines, wars and disasters by relying on strange and strange "chrysalis". When another round of war is calmed down and a short period of tranquility comes, the catastrophe belonging to the tribe has just begun.

First, the old people died one by one, and the silver-white "chrysalis" crawled out of the mouths of the deceased, bringing endless panic and fear.

Then there were the adult men of the tribe, and the beautiful and ugly women.

"That god's 'chrysalis' is a divine creature descended by the fairy gods, and you should eat it, and you deserve this calamity. ”

It was a group of beautiful women dressed in red and their faces hidden under the red veil. When the entire tribe is about to face extinction and go to extinction, the will of the immortal gods is transmitted.

The wrath of the gods caused the inhabitants of the tribe to perish, and the only way to save them was to use their own bodies to feed the so-called "chrysalis".

"Of course, this is neither the beginning nor the end. ”

The corners of his mouth were pursed, and some kind of malice flashed in his eyes. Xie Linfeng added kindly.

The inhabitants of the tribe raised the "chrysalis" with their bodies, and the human skin in the day revealed itself differently at night on the night of the full moon. Over the years, whether intentionally or unintentionally, all those who entered the tribe eventually became the inhabitants of the tribe, or the "chrysalis" they fed, the food in their mouths.

Feeding on people is what it is.

"I don't know how many of you know, but all the inhabitants of this tribe have actually been seen by you as reptiles. Well, or 'chrysalis', occupies the skin. ”

Faintly exhaling the conjecture that was pressed under the tongue of Hull and others, Xie Linfeng asked in a good time:

"So, do you still think they're still human?"