Its territory is too clear, and it is not allowed to live for a long time.

In my dream, I flew up again, silently floating on the boundless continent, the sky was blue, the trees were lush, the flowers were blooming, and the birds were singing.

However, beauty is the appearance, and what I finally saw was horror! On the edge of the mountains and the sea, there are many cities built by "eight-legged monsters......

Yes, it's a world dominated by eight-legged monsters.

What does an eight-legged monster look like?

I don't know, I didn't see them, I just "felt" them. I don't know why, but I know them and hate them so strongly that they are my lifelong enemies......

There has always been another legend about the catastrophe of Qingming 3,000 years ago: the catastrophe of ancient times was caused by the invasion of the eight-legged monster.

Legend has it that this monster is so powerful that it is invincible.

However, there is no evidence for this, it is just a legend.

Ancient books describe eight-legged monsters descending from the sky in huge egg-shaped flying machines, they are like huge octopuses with a large eye on their heads.

It has eight or more tentacles, its black skin is invulnerable to knives and guns, and its long tentacles are so powerful that they can destroy everything, and they swallow clouds and mist like a huge chicken's butt, eating people without spitting out bones......

There are also ancient books that describe this monster as not only moving extremely fast, capable of soaring through clouds, but also capable of controlling the minds and souls of humans.

The humans of the ancients were far from their opponents!

Worse still, they feed on all the creatures in the green underworld, including humans, and they conquer all corners of the green underworld, and they capture the humans and raise them in captivity, and slaughter them as they do with domestic pigs, dogs, cows, sheep, chickens, and other livestock, as their meal.

Humans have tried all kinds of methods, but they have not been able to defeat the eight-legged monster.

There is no doubt that if we do not rise up to resist, in the long run, all the achievements of human civilization will gradually come to naught.

Intelligent human beings will disappear completely, and human beings will gradually become thinking animals, lambs to the slaughter.

At the last critical moment, the surviving ancient humans invariably took the tragic move of dying together with the eight-legged monster......

...... Aimed at the lair established by the eight-legged monster in the green underworld with countless huge bombs, and resolutely pressed the button, so that all the eight-legged monsters in the green underworld were completely eliminated or expelled, and they were never seen again.

Humanity has won a tragic victory.

Maybe it's because they're so powerful, and though I'm just a wisp of a wandering soul, I still don't dare to approach their abode.

The human beings here seem to have been accustomed to or accepted the arrangement of fate, and are kept in captivity by eight-legged monsters like pigs, dogs, cows and sheep, and are indiscriminately locked up in huge houses, regardless of gender, naked.

- Consciousness is hazy, does not know language, has no shame, does not know how to resist. They just scream like monkeys or simply communicate with each other with gestures......

Like other animals in captivity, they are caught and slaughtered at will by the eight-legged monster as a delicacy on their daily menu......

Here, is the meaning of human beings being allowed or forced to reproduce only to satisfy the daily consumption of eight-legged monsters or even longer?

Does such a thing really exist? So, maybe the Great Tribulation was really caused by this terrifying monster invasion?

......

Is this a world that was once dominated by humans but was overrun by the Eight-Legged Monster, or is this a world where humans have never evolved to the age of civilization at all?

Or is it just a dream, virtual, non-existent world?

It's not my doubt, it's "his" question. Of course, it has become a question for me now.

At the end of the dream, there will always be a clear spring flowing through my body, flowing through every vein, every pore, and the feeling of lazy comfort permeates all the limbs......

After that, wake up.

...... The pine wind was gusting, the stream was murmuring, and in the depths of the silent wasteland, there was the roar of wild beasts......

The ancient wilderness greeted its first rays of the morning sun.

That!...... The me in the dream, is it me?

Or, is it my past life? and the past life of the previous life, or even the past life of the past life?

Or is it "him"? "His" consciousness, and even his lifetime experience, has become my dream?

Otherwise, how can I explain that I know so many unknown things and have so many unknown consciousnesses? As long as these "consciousnesses" can be remembered after waking up from a dream, it is as natural as if I have known for a thousand years and ten thousand years?!

I seem to be an immortal soul for a thousand years, awakened again and again, and knows everything. These dreams are so strange.

What the hell is he trying to let me know? Or, what exactly is he hinting at me?

It's hard to think about these questions, so it's better to forget it! I'm going to waste one of them now, and my life can't be saved... Wait... Alas, my dantian...... My Qi refining has recovered?

Yes, it's back. It had a depth that I had never reached before, and it was not the same as the true qi I had felt before! It's also recovered?

I said why was it that I was always able to use "his" sword intent, but the qi refining had been stagnant!

Level 8?Level 9?Or, am I close to completing Qi refining?

This spiritual sense is so clear? 500 meters? No, no, 800 meters?

I can clearly perceive everything within 800 meters......

Life is often like this, and it always waits until the last moments when you feel completely hopeless that it will hold back a ray of light.

Well, and a few more dreams he had, maybe I would make it through the wasteland, and that was the only meager hope I had in my life.

The bad thing is that the trouble in front of me is coming one after another, and there are not many beef and horse legs brought by Yan Mu'er, well, not enough to eat.

Or, go to the small stone pond to catch fish, grill the fish and eat, I see that there are small groupers in the water.

From the seventh day, Zhao Zihan began fishing.

Use sharpened sticks to stab, dive into the water to scratch, and make nets out of rattan...... Whatever you can think of, as long as you can catch a fish, then drill wood for fire, chop wood and build a rack to roast it......

There were waves of wild boars, roe deer and foxes, but not monsters, they just came to the creek to drink.

However, a peaceful life is always too short, and after about half a month, bigger troubles come as expected.

When Zhao Zihan was satisfied with sending a burnt and fragrant grouper into his mouth, there was a warning in his spiritual sense:

East, 230 meters, Demon Beast Level 2...... The target is not moving......

Due south, 280 meters, Demon Beast Level 1...... The target slowly receded......

Due north, 300 meters, monster level 3...... The target is close to the middle ......

Zhao Zihan quickly made a judgment: the level 1 demon beast in front of him should have sensed that there were greedy opponents in the other two directions that it could not shake. Although it is not reconciled, it can only choose to retreat.

This direction is safe for the time being.

The level 2 demon beast on the left is the same, but it is still waiting and watching, wanting to reap the benefits of the fisherman......

This is a cunning opponent!

The demon beast behind it is the highest level and the most conceited, swaggering, and the demonic aura is not concealed at all......

Although it takes a bit of effort for a level 3 demon beast to move, it is much easier to deal with it because it is conceited.

All the conceited things in the world, most of which are not worthy of ambition, tend to drive the boat of victory into the gutter......

In a place like the wasteland, the stupid habit of conceit is often consumed at only one price, and that is life.

The slight north wind sent a clear message: the target behind him was getting closer and closer, but Zhao Zihan relaxed, his body leaned to the right imperceptibly, and he bit the fragrant grouper in his mouth......

With a "whew", a big guy swooped in the air on his back, his sharp claws with the confidence of taking something in a bag.

Many times, the so-called confidence is to have naïve illusions about an unpredictable future.

Zhao Zihan suddenly fell to the ground and raised fire to ......!

Yes, raise the fire.

The left hand that clearly grasped the baked grouper, but at this time it was a wooden stick that was only half burned, and the front half of the wooden stick was burned into bright charcoal, and under the urging of Zhao Zihan's real force, it emitted its most brilliant light.

"In the middle of July, the main yang energy. At the end of the day, the wood is sheng, the fire is bad, and the north is avoided. ”

"Die!"

Zhao Zihan drank.

With a "swish", green smoke rose up, and the aroma of burnt skin and flesh came with the stench of burning hair.

There was a "pop", and the heavy object fell to the ground.

Zhao Zihan stood up and looked at a huge fox with a burnt stomach and a scorched stomach that twitched several times on its four legs, and died sadly.

Zhao Zihan was very surprised, and then he was puzzled: The fox has always been resourceful and has a particularly cautious attitude towards life, but this fox does not live up to its name.

Could it be that the fox in this wasteland, whose body has evolved to resemble a strong bull, has degenerated into a paste inside its head?