Yan Qingyu stopped in front of the switch jade.

Yan Qingyu looked at the rotating switch jade, and his expression changed subtly.

She was silent for a moment before slowly extending her hand to the switch jade.

"Tss

One eye opened around Yan Qingyu, turning wildly, and the sound made was one after another.

"Boom—"

In the darkness, the awakening power let out a roar, as if in ecstasy.

Yan Qingyu's hand was suspended above the switch jade, she turned her head, looked at Chu Linglong, who finally rushed to Chu Feng's side, holding Chu Feng, smiled slightly, and said with a little coolness: "Let's go." ”

Yan Qingyu turned his head, closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and then reached out violently and grabbed the switch jade.

Switch Yucai was held in her hand, her expression suddenly distorted, and the muscles on her face twitched wildly, making her expression more and more hideous and terrifying, as if she was in great pain and was gritting her teeth to hold on.

Bursts of "snort" sounds like frying food continued to sound, and puffs of green smoke continued to roll up from Yan Qingyu's palm, making Yan Qingyu's right hand become scorched black in an instant, losing its former white crystal, as if it had been scorched.

The switch jade in Yan Qingyu's hand was extremely hot, and the blazing heat was not dissipated on her arm, no matter how she controlled the true qi repair in her body, she was never able to resist the heat that kept pouring out of the switch jade.

The scorching breath was temporarily blocked by her at the intersection of the meridians on her shoulder, although it was not enough to spread to other parts of her body, but she knew that it would not be long before the fiery breath would break through her blockade and spread all over her body, and she ...... will be reduced to ashes by this powerful force.

Yan Qingyu gritted his teeth tightly, tightly grasped the switch jade in his hand, and didn't want to let go at all.

It turned out that she had already prepared for the switch jade to be taken away by their big chun fruit, once the switch jade fell into the hands of the big chun fruit, the surging power would rush out of the switch jade frantically, completely destroying the big chun fruit.

It turns out that this is the essence of the switch jade that can break through all the enchantment formations, the small switch jade has accumulated energy that even the big chun fruit can't deal with, which formation can resist the impact of the switch jade without breaking and opening?

Sure enough, it was that woman who had such strength, and the relics after death could completely suppress the Great Tsubaki Fruit.

It's a pity that even that woman, facing the half-asleep Tsubaki, can only be suppressed by sacrificing herself, and can delay as much time as possible for this world.

She was a little resentful, resentful of the woman who had laid it all out.

She also admired a little, admired the woman who was willing to sacrifice herself for her beliefs and for the sake of all sentient beings.

She looked up, trying to look at the woman.

She looked at the woman's face, the corners of her eyes suddenly soured, and even her vision became blurred.

She felt that this woman was so warm, so warm...... It's like a mother.

The woman's slender eyelashes blinked suddenly, and then she opened her eyes, and a brilliant white light suddenly poured into Yan Qingyu's field of vision, making everything completely blurred.

The brilliant white light that engulfed everything faded.

Yan Qingyu opened his eyes at this time, but what caught his eyes was no longer a dark ghost country, but a dilapidated river and mountain.

The sky is full of cracks, and the cracks seep out colorful brilliance, which also dyes the sky with a gorgeous and layered feeling.

The earth is full of ravines, criss-crossed one by one, and the depths are intertwined, making the earth full of devastation.

The real horror was the surging river that surged out of the cracks in the sky, rushing down from the nine heavens and crashing on the shattered earth, causing the earth to flood with raging waves.

The muddy water of the muddy river with mud and ash roared in the ravines of the earth, and where the rivers collided with each other, the waves rolled up and roared towards the surrounding highlands.

An emaciated corpse with unclothed bodies flowed with the torrent, and when the river was narrow, the corpses could not circulate, so they piled up and silted up, and even formed highlands and peaks equal to the surrounding highlands.

From time to time, a few figures can be seen on both sides of the river, risking being swept away by the torrent to retrieve bodies from the torrent.

They dragged the corpses close to the shore back to shore with all their might, and then carried them on their backs towards the safety of the high ground.

On the highest flat ground in the highlands, there were figures everywhere, and every one of them was yellow and thin, and there was no life in their eyes that had lost focus, and they barely turned except for the occasional blinking, as if they were dead.

The group of the living dead gathered around the fire, blankly waiting.

They were waiting for the men who salvaged the body to carry it back.

The corpse was carried back and thrown on the ground, and at that moment, a glimmer of light finally flashed in the eyes of many people—as if a hungry beast had finally seen food.

A couple of slightly healthier men approached, carrying knife-shaped stone tools with sharpened edges.

They took the corpses from the man's hands, inserted the stone tools into the corpse's abdomen, and began to dissect them slowly.

As they dissected the corpses, the women around the fire also staggered to their feet, picked up the basins and buckets by the camp, walked over to the people who were dissecting the corpses, and placed the utensils between them.

The man who dissected the corpse dismembered the corpse very carefully and carefully, the hair piled up, the human skin remained as intact as possible, the fat layer was stripped from the corpse, the flesh and internal organs were separated, and the head was set aside vividly.

Their expressions did not change when they dissected the corpses, as if they had become accustomed to all this and were numb, and even the women who looked like dead people were generally calm and numb, as if it was not a human corpse that had been broken down in front of their eyes, but some kind of livestock.

Yan Qingyu felt a little disgusting, but the people who salvaged the corpses continued to risk death to salvage the corpses, and the people who decomposed the corpses did not stop for a moment.

Sometimes they would say something with their lips pursed, but the voice was too small for Yan Qingyu to hear clearly, and more often, everyone remained eerily silent.

One body after another was dismantled, and the women dragged basins of diced human flesh together and struggled to move towards the campfire.

Others had already picked up the charred things and threw them into the fire, making the flames burn more vigorously, while others had beaten water and set up pots made of clay, waiting for the pots of meat that had already begun to rot.

Pieces of rotten meat were thrown into the iron pot and boiled in murky water, changing color and ripening little by little.

The eyes of the people surrounding the earthen pot finally regained their vitality little by little, and they looked at the pieces of meat in the iron pot, which became brighter and brighter.

Someone kept licking their dry and chapped lips, as if they couldn't suppress it anymore, and their expressions became a little crazy.

However, the corpse digger returned at this time.

The corpse diggers, the strongest of them all, sat down, picked up their bowls, then picked up their scoops, and began to scoop the soup from the pot.

They put in the most physical effort, they had to take the most risks, and they took the most meat and soup, and no one questioned it.

Then came the corpse splitter, and the corpse splitter also took away bowls of soup and meat one by one, followed by the other weaker ones.

The stronger the people, the more people who represent the key to the survival of the race, the more food they will take, and the weaker and weaker the people, the less they will share, because they will not bring more benefits to the group.

A corpse digger with his own bowl of soup joined an old man and a frail woman holding a baby.

The corpse collector looked at the soup and meat in the old man and the woman's bowl, frowned, and poured the soup and meat in his own bowl to the old man and the woman.

The woman shook her head gently with her pale lips, lifted her torn garment, and shoved her nipple into the mouth of the crying child.

The child sucked on the woman's breasts with all his might, but received nothing to fill his belly.

The child's cry became louder and louder, heart-rending and extremely sad.

The man was silent, then took the small, crumpled child, who seemed to have only been born for a few days, from the woman's arms, took the bowl of soup in his left hand, and trembled and sent it to the child's lips.

The woman pounced as if she had gone mad, and opened the soup bowl, which spilled precious food and soup all over the floor.

The woman's tears continued to well, and she squeezed her shriveled breasts desperately, as if she could really squeeze out some milk.

However, not a drop of milk came out of her breasts, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she tried, no milk was no milk.

The man was silent, patted the woman's shoulder gently, shook his head, picked up the bowl of soup that had been knocked down, looked at some of the remaining soup inside, gritted his teeth, and slowly passed the bowl to the baby's lips again.

The crying child's throat was moistened by the sudden rush of soup, and he stopped crying, grabbed the edge of the bowl with his little hand, and greedily sucked everything that came to his mouth......

Yan Qingyu watched everything happen in a daze, and her mind was blank.

The well-fed child opened a pair of dark eyes, which were full of life and curiosity about this unknown world.

His hands stretched out to the sky, his limbs danced constantly, and he fell asleep to the sound of the woman's humming ballad, and a smile still hung on his lips.

The man wiped his eyes violently, and left the old man, the woman, and the child, and he went to the deepest part of the night, and tears burst out of his eyes.

He frantically bombarded the tree in front of him with his fist, the rough bark causing his skin to crack quickly, and blood spilled continuously, staining the slightly sunken trunk red.

The man, exhausted, slowly fell to his knees holding on to the trunk of the tree, frantically tearing at his own hair and even his scalp.

"Ahh

The man looked up to the sky and let out a roar full of grief and indignation, which was full of too many emotions, so sad and heartbreaking.

One by one, the numb people heard the roar that echoed in the night, and the corners of their eyes that had been dry for a long time suddenly flowed down two lines of tears, their pale lips trembled, their throats squirmed, and they couldn't help but let out a "hehe" roar.

The suppressed roar grew high, rising and falling in the night, from near to far.

It was the roar, the wail, the pain of those who had the same miserable fate all over the land.

They don't know where the future lies and where the hope lies.

But in this way, they send a message in the midst of their pain.

"They will live, they will try to live, even if they fall into darkness at this moment, even if they can't see hope, but as long as they are alive, they will definitely move towards a better world. They will strive to create a world for future generations where they no longer need to eat people to survive, and they will not let future generations go down their old ways. ”