In the middle of summer, dragonflies flutter wildly in the air, and in this remote village, no one pays attention to these spirits of nature.

The scorching sun was shining, and the scorching sun did not drive away the heavy water vapor in the air, but was obscured by the water vapor that was diffused everywhere.

A boy of only sixteen years old stood on the edge of the pool, looking down at the water, looking very depressed.

Hunger and heat have been haunting him, and although he is only sixteen years old, there is no longer a taste of immaturity in him, but there is a wordless sense of vicissitudes.

This young man is a beggar, his name is Meng Xin, he has no parents, no relatives, and he was born to hunt with a hunter. The last time the two went up the mountain, they encountered a black and white tiger.

Orion died, but he lived. What happened, even he didn't want to remember.

None of the beggar Meng Xinman's body was intact, whether it was clothes or body. His hair was unkempt and disheveled over his head and shoulders. There is only a pair of shorts that are so rotten that they can't be rotten anymore, and on his upper body, dozens of wounds of all sizes can be clearly seen. Some have festered and pus, and some are still oozing blood. The original wheat yellow skin was covered by black mud, and from a distance it looked more like a brown mud figure.

He hadn't eaten for two days, and it was difficult for him to find food to eat in the wilderness, not to mention that he was sick. Now all he thinks about is how to fill his stomach.

With his rough hands, he held a few palms of water that quenched his thirst.

"Looking for it on the water" he can only lie to himself like this, but he can't fool his stomach! The water in the pond has a pungent smell, and the water feels fishy when you drink it.

The water in the pond is stagnant, has no source, no outlet. There was everything in the pool, fish that had just died, wood chips that had rotted, and bones that were not just human but also animals.

Meng Xin, a beggar, struggled to lean back, lying heavily on the ground, his long lice-covered hair sinking deep into the mud by the pool.

Meng Xin felt that he was starting to get hot and cold, and when it was hot, he wanted to jump into the pond, and when it was cold, he was shivering from the cold.

"I can't delay any longer, I have to hurry up and find something to eat," Meng Xin dragged his heavy footsteps towards the back mountain where he often frequented.

Back Mountain is a place that few people visit, but he is a regular visitor. The back mountain is also the most crowded place, and many people are sent here every day, and they are all lying quietly there, and he is standing!

The back hill was a mass grave, and a very steep hillside was full of corpses, and the smell of decay was disgusting, and Meng Xin vomited all the water he had just drunk.

Meng Xin walked to a mound of dirt, skillfully dug the dirt with his hands, and after a while, he dug out an unsheathed dagger from the soil. Although the dagger was buried in the earth, it still could not hide his sharpness.

Next to the mound are thousands of flies enjoying this delicious lunch.

"To eat or not to eat?" Meng Xin was very entangled, and the dagger in his hand was held tighter.

It's not the first time he's eaten! Even he doesn't know how many times he's eaten it? He didn't want to remember and didn't dare to remember.

Meng Xin uncontrollably came to a corpse that looked as if it had just been thrown here. It was a female corpse, and the horror was that she was dead with her eyes wide open. Her flesh is whiter, like a piece of tofu, crystal clear.

"Vomiting~" "Cough~" The more Meng Xin thought about it, the more disgusting he became, and finally vomited it again, this time he couldn't even spit out his saliva, he just retched vigorously, and it took a long time to recover. He gradually straightened up, raised his head high, looked at the sky with a pair of deep eyes, and kept panting with his hands on his waist.

"Breathe, breathe, breathe" He felt that the weather seemed to be hot and cold, his head began to hurt, and his eyes were a little unable to open. My whole body is uncomfortable. Suddenly, his legs went limp, and he sat down next to the pile of corpses.

"I thought I was hungry, maybe I had the plague," Meng Xin muttered, unconsciously his eyes filled with tears, and in the blink of an eye, the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"It's good, how tired it is to live! I was beaten and scolded again! It's really better to die, die, how good it is, no worries or worries, no need to be hungry and uncomfortable, I can still see my godfather and my parents over there......" Meng Xin hypnotized himself, but a trace of obsession in his heart still supported his hands against the ground to prevent himself from falling, and his consciousness became weaker and weaker!

Sometimes fate is like a piece of silk, there will always be a moment when this silk thread will coincide with another silk thread.

Not far from the mass grave came a carriage, surrounded by dozens of guards on horseback, who came and went in a hurry, and a cloud of sand rolled up in their passing.

In the carriage sat a young man of twelve, his face slightly tired, his slender hands weakly supporting his body, and the wag shook clearly beyond the limits of his bearings. The long journey made his weak body a little unbearable. The car was so bumpy that he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to. Although he sat on a soft cushion, his ass still hurt. He only endures.

"Huh? It stinks," the boy lifted the curtain and looked out. A hillside was piled with abrupt rocks, and the rotting corpses in the rocks were piled up into small hills, and a living person sat in the mountain of boulder corpses. It's weird for a living person to sit there. A large number of flying insects gathered above the corpse, which was annoying to look at, and the rancid stench of the corpse made him feel sick.

"He's still moving!" Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly found that the carriage was about to drive through the mass grave, and the young man anxiously shouted out: "Stop, fast!" ”

The groom who was driving the carriage heard the shouting and quickly pulled the reins, and the carriage gradually stopped.

The boy in the carriage lifted the curtain, got out of the car, and stood on the car and kept looking into the distance.

"Young master, do you have something to order?" A big man dressed in black rattan armor rode a horse to the young man's side, this big man was stout, his head was as big as an ox, and the man rode on the horse like a walking hill, which invisibly brought people a sense of oppression. But at this time, he whispered to a little child, and anyone would forget that he had a nickname "Black Tiger", and the big man's name was Lian Biao.

"Look." The boy held out his finger to the mass grave. The cumulus clouds on the mass grave were getting thicker and thicker, blocking the sunlight at all, and Lian Liang looked in the direction of Zhao Xiu's finger, but he didn't see anything clearly, and he only saw a large number of corpses vaguely.

"Young master, where is a mass grave, a place to bury the dead." Lian Squall thought that children were curious about everything, so he explained.

"Where, where!" Zhao Xiu suddenly saw the person in the pile of dead people faintly moving, although it was possible that it was a hallucination, he still wanted to figure it out.

Lian Squall was a little impatient, their group encountered too many pursuits along the way, and the pursuers would arrive in an instant if they were a little slow. "Young master, it's important to hurry, get in the car quickly."

"Wait, where is there someone still alive, you bring him here!" Zhao Xiu shouted.

"Huh?" When Lian Que heard that there were still living people, he subconsciously clenched the long knife in his hand. The long knife was an iron rod with a three-foot broadsword at the top. Lian Squall escorted the boy all the way south and encountered many ambushes. Therefore, the vigilance in the heart has been greatly enhanced. He fixed his eyes and saw that there was indeed a living person sitting in the pile of dead people, so he did not hesitate to pat the horse's belly and rush over.

The young man in the car was not tall, and he could only see in the distance when he stood on the car. I saw Lian Squall riding his horse in front of the man, and after turning around twice, he lifted the man on the horse's back with his hand, and then rode back to the young man.

Lian Que put the beggar on the horse on the ground and said to the young man in the car: "Young master, this person seems to be seriously ill and wants to die. ”

"This beggar is only a teenager, and he is hungry and skinny, and he can't stand steadily when he is put on the ground, how can he assassinate the young master?" Cheap squall is naturally reassuring.

The young man in the car saw that he was not a few years older than himself, dressed in simple and even tattered clothes, his hair was scattered, and there was only a pile of skin and bones left on his body. There were also countless wounds on his body. Seeing that he was wearing white satin and a silver hairpin on his head, he couldn't help but feel pity.

The young man in the car first squatted down, pressed his right hand against the wooden board on the edge of the car, and then jumped out of the car. Walk up to the beggar. The beggar was four or five years older than the boy, and taller than him.

The boy asked, "What are you doing sitting in the pile of the dead?" ”

The beggar didn't know where the strength came from, supporting him to stand in front of the young man, and he looked at the brocade-clothed young man in front of him, and unconsciously felt a little kind. "I'm going to die, I'm there to die."

The boy was surprised, "What's wrong with you, what about your relatives, they don't care about you?" ”

The beggar shook his head and said in a low voice: "I haven't seen my parents, I have no relatives, I'm sick too, and I'm going to die." As he spoke, there was some crying.

The young man's eyes widened and he looked carefully at the beggar in front of him, and turned his head to the people riding on the horse behind him: "What about the accompanying medical officer?" Call him over. ”

"Hey, I'm coming, I'm coming," came a voice from behind the long horse-to-horse pair, and as soon as the words fell, an old man came to him on horseback, turned over and dismounted.