As it darkened, Gleejey gasped for air, oblivious to the cold feeling behind him. He held a logging axe tightly in his hand, and there were still stains of blood on it. There is no doubt that he had been through a battle, and even from his still panicked gaze, it was clear that he could see it.

In fact, when he killed someone, he used the logging axe in his hand to smash a living head in half, after a short pause. Brains and blood spilled all over the surrounding land, and also splashed on his body, and at the same time, his heart was extremely terrified.

"What to do... What to do..."?

A burst of tears suddenly welled up in Gleejey's eyes, he only felt that his eyes were sour, and he stretched out his hand slightly to wipe his face, but found that his originally white hands were already stained with a lot of red and white liquid, this strange color instantly made his throat itch, tilting his head to the side and retching vigorously.

But there wasn't much left in his stomach, just a little stomach acid coming out of his throat, making him uncomfortably kneeling on the ground under him, leaning limply on the stone behind him and gasping for breath, while tears slipped quietly down the corners of his eyes as he looked up at the sky.

He thought of his relatives, his friends, and the girl he had been secretly crushing on in his heart. But his teeth immediately clenched, and the logging axe in his hand was also fiercely held by his bruised hand, if it weren't for that girl, he wouldn't have used the logging axe in his hand to slash open that bastard's head!?

"But I don't regret it! Absolutely no regrets! ”?

Gleej suddenly reached out and rubbed his face fiercely, rubbing the tears away from his face, and the panic on his face and eyes dissipated. He took a deep breath, slowly stood up with the stone behind him, held his logging axe tightly and looked at the woods behind him, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, "Naeva..."?

He couldn't forget the image of the guy dragging Naeva's hand, smiling and unbuttoning it, and he couldn't forget the cowardice of squatting in the corner of the wall not far away with his head in his hands, listening to the miserable cries. He can't forget the more than an hour, and he can't forget the angry look when the guy came out smoking a cigarette!

Looking down slightly, Gleejey looked at the logging axe in his hand, which seemed to belong to his next-door neighbor Old Ivan, but it belonged to him now. Gleejey gasped deeply, but there was a sadness and indignation in his eyes, and he clenched his teeth and looked up at the sky, as if he was roaring silently.

"I'm going to find that group of people, I definitely don't want to be caught by that group of guys, I'm going to find that group of people!"

Slowly striding forward, Gleejey turned his head to look at the dense woods around him, gritted his teeth and clenched his logging axe, strode as he looked deep into the forest ahead. He knew the information about that group of people because he had been exposed to it before. Gleejey stepped aside, spitting still acid-soaked spit, and said slowly, "I'm going to overthrow those guys, I definitely don't want to continue to live like that!" ”

There was sharpness and hatred in his eyes, and the original panic and uneasiness had been quietly hidden, because he had made up his mind. Glejay was an honest man, and basically everyone in the town where he lived before knew that he was a good boy who kept to himself, and he had always been since he was a child, but he had grown tired of such a title.

The feeling of killing for the first time made him intoxicated, especially the action of grabbing the logging axe next to him without thinking in a rage, and swinging it down. He could still feel the sharpness of the axe's blade, the weight of the iron, the force of his swing, and the unstoppable momentum caused by the inertia, what kind of joy his long-suppressed soul had.

In particular, the axe blade easily cut through the skull, and with that crisp sound, the flower of life instantly bloomed red and white, making him tremble all over his body when he thought about it now. His adrenaline was pumping, and his mind was already filled with the sensation of that moment, and he longed to chop off the heads of those guys with the logging axe in his hand.

"Nayiva"

Gasping for breath slowly, as the adrenaline quickly dissipated again, Glejey suddenly felt more and more tired, gritted his teeth and continued to walk deeper into the forest, but his steps became heavier and heavier. A sense of tiredness also enveloped his mind, so that he couldn't help but fall to his knees, lie under a birch tree and softly **: "I'm leaving"

He tried to turn himself over, gently clutched his logging axe, and leaned against the thick birch tree to sleep. He didn't care about the sounds coming from the depths, he just felt extremely sleepy, and in his mind, when he was dizzy, it was as if he had found the life he wanted.

Perhaps in that dream, a young man named Glejey was very good, married a beautiful girl named Naeva, and became a teacher that everyone envied, or a government worker, with a few children, who lived this life plainly but not boringly, and then became the ancestor remembered in the family.

It was a heartwarming dream, at least a slight smile was already on Gleejey's lips, but he found a chill spreading through his body, making his dizzy head wake up instantly. When he opened his eyes, he found that the sky was dark, and countless stars were twinkling in the sky along with the moon.

"Is this a dream?"

Glejey shook his head vigorously, and he found himself covered in a kind of cold stiffness from sleeping directly on the ground. With a slight cough, he pulled the trunk of the tree and slowly stood up, only to find a logging axe falling to the ground in his arms. He was slightly stunned, gently bent down to pick up the logging axe, and looked at the mottled marks on it by the moonlight, but laughed silently: "Dream." ”

However, his ears moved slightly, and the sound of subtle footsteps appeared in his ears, his face instantly tightened, and the logging axe in his hand was immediately tightly grasped, and he looked angrily at the forest in front of him, and in the darkness that the starlight and moonlight could not shine, a figure walking slowly was appearing there.

"Oh oh oh, lad, please relax."

However, the figure also seemed to see the vigilance and panic in Glejyi, and immediately stretched out his hand to signal him to relax, and also said that he had no malicious intentions, but said: "I am a lost explorer, I don't know where this is?" When I crossed the Carpathians, I lost my map and compass. ”

But he still spoke in Ukrainian, similar to the Russian tongue snap, but he didn't master it very well, with a strange smell of other languages. But he looked at Gledej and the logging axe he was holding in his hand, but he couldn't help but lick his lips, squinted and asked, "This is the Ukrainian region?" ”

But Glejey didn't take it lightly, just waited for the man to come to the moonlight, and looked at the man carefully through the moonlight. Looking at the man's pale brown explorer's clothes, the large backpack he was carrying behind him, and the slender cane in his left hand, he said lightly: "This is Ukraine." ”

With that, Gleejey put away his logging axe, moved his shoulders slightly, looked at his surroundings, and strode towards the forest on the other side, as a local, he knew how to climb the hill and find the man he was looking for. But he still turned his head to look at the explorer, and reminded: "Don't go any further, there is a dark society ahead. ”

"Dark Society?"

The explorer touched his chin slightly, probably not shaving for a long time, and the stubble was still quite prickly. Shaking his head a little helplessly, he turned his gaze to Gleejei, who was already getting farther and farther away from the depths, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered to himself: "Interesting." ”