Now that I've stepped into the pharmacy again, it's not much changed from when I left a few months ago.

The air was filled with the faint rancid smell of herbs that had been boiled for a long time, and the whispers of rats could be heard in the corners. Thor turned his eyes around the store and didn't notice anyone.

The interior of the store is a deep rectangular shape with simple furnishings.

There was plenty of aisle in the middle, and on the left-hand side was a dusty old counter, on which was a small iron candlestick. Behind the counter is a shelf for potions, and the different colors of potions on the shelves are long gone.

On the right-hand side is an old bookshelf against the wall, in front of which there is a low table and a small round stool that is low to lean.

There were refining tools on the low table, and a few books on pharmacy were scattered on the floor, and it was clear that the marauders had visited it more than once.

What is more conspicuous is that there is a large black iron pot used to boil herbs on the open ground on the side of the bookshelf, which makes the whole space feel more fulfilling.

Thor walked straight behind the counter, half-crouching and straightening his arms to reach somewhere invisible in the counter.

After a few moments, he pulled out a small dark gray wax-sealed sand-cotton paper bag from the hollow compartment of the counter, the paper of the paper bag was slightly yellowed from the soaked blood fleur flower liquid, but the contents were still well preserved.

Thor rubbed it with his hand, then took the paper bag into his arms with a complicated expression.

He suddenly felt a little funny, obviously he was now unable to protect himself to this point, but in his increasingly barren heart, he was still haunted by this matter.

But if you say that you must find some spiritual support in this suffering.

Revenge, undoubtedly, is a good reason.

As for the object of revenge, Thor wants to believe that she is still alive.

On the countertop at the bottom of the counter, Thor collected a small half-handful of salt mixed in the dust, and found a shriveled cloth bag in the corner of the countertop, in which most of the seeds of the pointed leaf dill remained.

Along with the candelabra on the counter and the books scattered on the floor, Thor stuffed everything he could into the hood of the cloak behind him.

Standing in the center of the room, throwing a few sharp leaf seeds and chewing them carefully in his mouth, feeling the slightly moist and fishy taste like eating sand beans, Thor vaguely felt that he seemed to be ignoring something, which made him a little uneasy.

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Thor lightly slammed his fist into his palm.

By the way, it's a mouse, and he'd been hearing the little ones talking to each other in a corner of the wall all the time.

The little things that haunt the sewers and ruins are cunning and swift, always better at finding food than humans.

Thor backhanded out the candlestick from his hood and held the stand, the base of which was a small round iron tray, with which he was sure to smash a few little ones so that he might have a dinner.

As the distance closed, the darkness slowly covered the corner, and Thor was pleasantly surprised to find that the little things didn't panic and run away.

They are squatting on the ground with their pointed heads on their backs in strange and comical postures, looking like a row of piglets waiting to be suckled.

About three paces away, Thor finally became aware that they were looking up and devouring a human corpse lying on the ground.

To be exact, the corpse had been gnawed down to the skeleton, crawling with all sorts of bugs.

Most of the flesh and entrails were long gone, and only scattered pieces of flesh stuck to the skeleton. The bulging ribs splayed out, sloping out into the air on all sides, looking like thorns blooming everywhere in the wilderness.

Although he already had a vague premonition in his heart, Thor still couldn't help but look away.

Sure enough, not far from the skeleton, he saw a lone head again.

From the small half of his face and half-bald white hair, which was left with tooth marks, Thor recognized it almost immediately as Buddy Moore, the only pharmacist in town.

A dirty-haired rat had gnawed off his eyes, and was poking out half of his hairy body from half of the eye socket of his skull, as if to show off his new discoveries to his fellow people on the ground.

The whole skull didn't roll off to one side at random, but as if it had just grown out of the ground, it was eerily flat and seemed to be staring at itself with those two deep black and hollow eye sockets.

After a moment of silence and staring at the head, Thor shuddered involuntarily before rushing out of the shop and into a nearby alleyway.

Thor had been involved in burying corpses in the monastery many times in the past, and when he wandered in the alleys after the famine, he often encountered some broken corpses and piles of bones, so it can be said that ordinary scenes are actually difficult to shake his will.

But when you see someone you know familiar with being eaten and abandoned in a corner like garbage, fear obviously reaches new heights.

Now it was a different emotion that dominated Thor, and he felt that he might never have the courage to eat rats again in his life. Holding on to the alleyway wall, Thor put his mouth in the sleeve of his cloak and retched.

It seems that after old Buddy Moore was eaten, the ants and rats became the second group of patronized guests, and he only inadvertently intruded into their feast.

As for the stench I smelled when I first entered the pharmacy, it was actually the smell of decomposing corpses, even if the smell of boiling herbs in the past was a little strange, it should have dissipated a long time ago.

All sorts of overlooked details and associations magnified in his mind, swirling forcefully, causing Thor to vomit extravagantly, pouring out the already meagre stock in his stomach, and not yet ready to stop.

It's a terrible feeling, and you want to vomit your whole stomach even though your stomach is empty.

It was a long time before Thor wiped his mouth weakly.

As he leaned against the wall and moved wearily towards the alleyway, the sound of someone's footsteps suddenly sounded in the darkness of the main street.

At first vaguely, then gradually clear.

Thor froze in place as if he had been frozen in an instant, and the weakness on his face vanished from the sudden tightness. Then he pressed his back against the wall, pressed his hands against the wall from his sides, and sat down on the ground silently and quickly.

It's not easy to 'see' someone in the dark, and in the absence of lighting, the whole world is only two colors: a dark background and a dark vision of 'Darkness'. If the other person is still moving, you can only rely on the other person's silhouette to make a rough judgment, and then get close enough to verify your guess.

Thor wasn't sure if the other party had spotted him, after all, he had completely forgotten his guard the moment he rushed out of the pharmacy in a panic.

But the distance between the two sides must have exceeded each other's dark vision, which meant that the footsteps would have turned from the main street into the alleyway if they wanted to get close to them.

Judging from Thor's own survival experience, it is extremely unwise to blindly run away or approach an unknown target when encountering an unexpected situation in the dark.

So at this moment, he was paralyzed on the ground and instantly turned into a starving little tramp, his lifeless head drooping to the side, naturally and just facing the direction of the main street.

It's just a pity that this hasty camouflage still has a lot of flaws, because there are no flying flies around him.

In the boundless darkness, the whole world is oppressive and heavy.

Thor's lowered gaze pierced from his slightly slit eyes, pinned tightly to the edge of his dark vision, his seemingly naturally drooping right hand at his side trembling slightly, and his knuckles had turned pale from the clenching of the dagger.

It wasn't a general person who dared to roam the streets now, and Thor was ready, he was waiting for the moment when the other party approached.

Maybe a child's attack is just a joke for the other person, but that's the only chance for him to get the first shot.

The footsteps were not heavy, walking slowly, occasionally hesitating, sounding like they were on guard, and of course it was possible that the other party was just a friend who had just eaten himself and went out for a walk.

Throughout, Thor wasn't sure if he had seen anyone, and his vision was a little blurry due to his short period of overconcentration. But the other party probably didn't notice that the footsteps sounded like they were leaving in the direction where the main street was shining.

It's been a long time since I've felt the movement of my kind at such a close distance, a little cordial, and a little alienated.

Until the darkness around him fell silent, Thor sat motionless.

A kid like him, who is in his early teens, wouldn't have survived today by luck alone.

No one could trust to rely on, no wild dog strong, no adult cruelty, and there was not much he could do but endure loneliness and carefully collect some pitiful leftovers.

Learning to survive at this age is both fortunate and unfortunate.

Lucky because you can live on your own, and not die like those unprepared hairy boys. Unfortunately, he will be forced to grow up by facing death too early. Patience, prudence, insidiousness, madness... Too many positive or negative emotions can also grow involuntarily and quickly.

The wind blew from no direction, mixed with sparse raindrops, and the sound of muffled thunder and rolling echoed in the sky, and a rainstorm was coming.

Thor slowly stood up, letting the wind tear at the hem of his cloak and his slightly long hair, which he hadn't taken care of in a long time.

He has never liked the weather in the south, but it is not too bad in front of him, and with the cover of this rainstorm, his return road will be relatively safe.

After a while, the wind became more and more fierce and began to rampage through the alleyway, carrying the gradually dense raindrops on the face like small stones, making it difficult to breathe.

The whole world suddenly became noisy, and the town was finally no longer silent.

The building shook with an overwhelmed sound, and the blocked wind let out some ghostly howls as it squeezed through the gaps.

It's time to go home.

Thor took a deep breath and threw himself headlong into the storm.

He ran fast while wrapping his clothes tightly, no longer trembling, no longer stingy with his physical strength. The weight in the hood on his back reminded him that as long as he ran back to the cemetery, today would be another miraculous day.

Thor turned back countless times along the way, but he didn't see anyone.

It may not make much sense to bluff like this, but if he happens to turn around at a time of thunder, he can see the lightning cracking in the dark sky.

By the pale light of the lightning, he could clearly see some of the dilapidated buildings around the main street, and the whole world had a pale color.

Although it was short and looked a little strenuous through the rain, it was Risor's favorite part of the whole rainstorm.

At that moment, the earth was bright, and everything was no longer hiding. The feeling that his gaze could stretch freely and penetrate far away convinced Thor that he was alive and that the world was not dead.

Straight through the main entrance of the monastery back to the cemetery, Thor hid for a moment behind a large tombstone, and found no followers before descending into the dry well.

As soon as he took off his soaked cloak and hung it in the open, a voice suddenly sounded in the dark corner of the well.

"Smack... Bang bang..."

It seemed as if someone was standing there clapping their hands, sounding incredibly clear at the bottom of the silent and empty well.

An accident is often called an accident because it always happens at an abrupt time in an unpredictable place, such as now.

It seems that the world has prepared enough dangers for itself after all.

After a short period of somewhat unbearable silence, Thor ran at a rapid speed, clutching the dagger and stabbing it into the corner with all his might, without much hesitation or panic, and no longer cautious and calculating.

It didn't matter who was there, and Thor knew very well that he didn't have much to lose besides his life.

If you can't even keep this last shelter from the wind and rain, then even if you can escape at this moment and return to the wandering life of sleeping in the tomb before, you will only be a corpse on the side of the road in the coming winter.

The ending, in fact, does not make much difference.

The dagger stabbed firmly into the rough wall of the well, rubbing a few sparks in the darkness.

The moment his vision covered the past, Thor didn't see any enemies in the empty corner, but he stubbornly swung his weapon again at the empty corner, ignoring the pain in his wrist caused by the reaction force of the wall.

The dagger cut a semicircle in the cramped corner without hindrance, and it was clear that there were no clever assassins or thieves hiding here with invisibility.

Just when Thor's face was filled with great doubt.

"Smack......

The voice rang out again, this time as if it was right in front of you.