Sometimes, humans have to admit that they are not as good as birds. Fortunately, now that technology is developed, there are still more birdmen who can fly.

The rain had stopped, the destroyed world had been blackened, the woods were bare, the meadows were clean, and the volcanic lakes were still dark, but much of the filth had settled.

Standing on the dirt slope at the entrance of the cave, Yongchang needs to think carefully about the next way of survival, life has reached the bottom, and there is no need to be sad.

No matter whether it is boring or not, it is better to die than to live.

There are thousands of truths, but it is only to eat, drink, and sleep.

So, don't worry, don't be pessimistic, how to live and how to live.

There is no need to worry about fuel, and there are branches and trunks roasted into charcoal everywhere, which can be collected in caves for decades.

Food, there may be a famine for a while, digging out the wine bottle tree, you can also get a lot of food.

As for the fish, it is estimated that there will be a lot of losses this time, but given the ratio of valleys to volcanic lakes, it is reasonable to assume that there would be flooding at the bottom of the valley during heavy rains, but this situation has not occurred, perhaps not for a short time.

That is to say, there may also be an outflow channel in this small lake, just as an earthquake can tear a rock wall to create an outward channel, and there will be a way for the lake bottom to discharge.

If that's the case, then this little volcanic lake has a bit of an unfathomable taste, and maybe the loss of fish will not be so great, even the dead fish will eventually become food for other people of the same kind, and grow their populations.

Well, there's nothing to worry about about food.

Now he needs to think about how to get out of here. In the face of towering cliffs, anyone can only be helpless.

After a morning of walking around the woods, it was his first time exploring the woods.

He had been wondering why there were no trees growing in the middle of the valley, but only a circle higher up near the rock face.

It seems that in the real heavy rain season, the trees will really be drowned, and only the waterlogging tolerant weeds can grow vigorously in the valley, and even if a small tree grows in the middle, it will be robbed of all the nutrients by the ferocious grass roots, and all the sunlight will be blocked by the stems and leaves.

The long-term competition eventually reached a delicate balance between woods and meadows, and the well water did not interfere with the river water.

The woods are like a post-apocalyptic battlefield where all hope will be cut off, without any trace of life, except for a lone human.

Perhaps when the rainy season comes, the trees with dead skin will sprout new branches again.

In the fall, that's probably always been the case.

In the future, this is Yongchang's free fuel pile, and he will be able to loot it.

Out of the forest, Yongchang breathed a sigh of relief, the ancient trees were forested, and the lifeless atmosphere was too depressing.

By the lake, a thin figure was busy, cleaning up the floating fish on the shore. Sure enough, it came from a big family, and he was not in a hurry to do things at a young age, and he had some bearing.

On the surface of the lake, at the mouth of the valley, high in the sky, there are constantly seabirds whirling, and from time to time they pick up a dead fish.

It's their feasting moment, a hint of life in a desperate situation. High in the distance, there was a huge flying shadow, soaring among the clouds, flashing away.

In the water, there are also half-sized fish from time to time to make waves. Whether it's a fish or a bird, at least it's a companion.

The valley, the lake, the fish, the birds, the girl in the goose yellow skirt, like a splashed ink landscape, time, as if frozen.

Yongchang lost his mind for a moment, stepped on the ashes, and walked to the lake.

"Yongchang, come over for dinner!"

"Come on!"

Yongchang can basically purify the water that can be drunk with confidence with rags.

Lying side by side with Xiao Yongchang on the sleeping bag, just in the water, chewing dried fish, very comfortable. Survive in death, enjoy in suffering, and only Yongchang can be so detached and peaceful.

Where people's hearts are at peace, they are at peace!

Looking in the direction of the cave, halfway up the rain-washed hillside, an inconspicuous corner, revealing a different color from this valley, like a row of white, blue, green, gray and other different colors of light that appeared on the black curtain.

Burn the weeds, wash away the dust, and reveal the last secret of this mysterious valley in the sunlight after the rain.

Yongchang quickly ran up the dirt slope, and in front of him were body bags that he was familiar with! Countless body bags!

Yongchang can't describe his mood at the moment.

His premonition terrified him, and he was afraid of the discoveries he was about to face.

Thirty-three body bags, neatly arranged on the hillside, some of them already half exposed, some of them only a corner, and the rain did not completely wash them out. Perhaps, there are more buried underground!

Only these, presumably discovered, were laid out and shallow buried, covered with dirt and grass. Had it not been for the fact that the fire and rain had lifted the thin veil of truth, they would have been buried in the dust of history until they were wiped out.

Approaching the white bag that was mostly exposed in the middle, Yongchang carefully cleaned up the surrounding dirt, opened the tightly tied bag, and took a deep breath.

Inside, sure enough, there was a skeleton lying quietly.

Shocked, only because the hunch was confirmed.

For the next two days and two nights, Yongchang worked tirelessly, digging and digging like a madman, cleaning out cloth bags of different colors and weights, and laying them side by side on the hillside.

His eyes were red and his muscles were bruised, and even when the little girl approached, she was terrified by his look. However, she has experienced life and death, and she can probably experience the anger of life and death by people, and fate is like a mustard.

With her careful care and three meals a day, Yongchang was not really crazy, and collapsed from exhaustion.

In the bags in front of him, there were thirty-three broken corpses, and different shrouds, and the items were stuffed into one bag after another.

Some of them still have physical bodies, and it seems that they have just fallen asleep, waiting for the moment of awakening.

Some have long since turned into dry bones, and even turned into crumbs when touched lightly. Even if the bags that hold them have a magical function, they can't stop the erosion of time and eventually turn to dust.

Yongchang was so frightened and angry for the first time, human life is not a dispensable shroud, a physical corpse, nor can it be discarded so casually.

Thinking of his own experience, he can be sure that if he dies, it will be the same fate, and if he is lucky, he will eventually be collected and buried by those who come after him. If you are unlucky, you will become a lonely ghost scattered in the valley and eventually buried underground.

There must have been other bags, buried deep in undiscovered corners, exposing what was apparently only part of the truth.

Force yourself to calm down, anger won't solve anything. First of all, he had to sort out the relics of the deceased, look for possible clues, and bury them deep in the ground, no longer in the wilderness.

Then, it's about staying alive and facing the unknown, powerful enemy.

"Chirp-tweet-"

Just as he was thinking about it, Yongchang suddenly heard two sharp whistles on his head.

High in the sky, a golden light swirled down, spreading its wings, afraid that it would not be more than a zhang wide. The big bird is back?

In a moment, the big bird fell down the valley and stood proudly on the slope. Presumably, it was also surprised by the large number of corpses, and it couldn't stop its curiosity, so it came down to find out.

Yongchang stood at the bottom of the slope and also looked up at the uninvited guest.

White head, yellow beak, golden eyes, feathers gold with red, bright colors, and the end of the mighty. Judging by its form, it seems to be the one I met in prison the day before yesterday. This thing is fierce and powerful, and feeds on large birds and beasts. However, the big bird in front of him is not comparable to ordinary golden eagles, tall and majestic, elegant in form, and has the posture of a king.

In the face of such a big bird, Yongchang is also quite stressed. The little gold embroidery on one side snuggled up behind him, not daring to watch.

Such a big bird, straight as a divine object, I am afraid that it does not weigh more than 100 catties. The eagle has great strength and can grasp prey several times its weight. Waiting for the idle yellow sheep elk, it is estimated that it will not be able to escape the steel-like claws.

Even if it is a lion and a tiger, it is necessary to avoid its edge, if it is provoked, it is slightly unprepared, and it is dragged into the air and falls, I am afraid that it will break the head and bleed, and the intestines will be rotten, but it is not easy to play.

I didn't fully see it that day in prison.

Yongchang turned around and took a few grilled fish from Yongchang's hand and threw them twenty or thirty meters away. I don't know if these temptations can eliminate the hostility of this guy.

Fortunately, the eagle eagle did not seem to be hostile, and paced over a few bites to pick up the grilled fish and swallow it, seemingly extremely satisfied, and felt very palatable.

A pair of golden wings flapped a few times, jumped up, soared into the air, and disappeared in the clouds in a moment.

The old camel is a dog thing, and it seems that he has always refused to let go of himself, thinking of this, Yongchang is angry.

After three days of fire, and two days after the rain, the valley showed signs of recovery.

The surface of the volcanic lake has been cleared, and Yongchang wants to be clean and full of energy to see off the thirty-three lost lives.

After washing away the smoke and dust of the lake in the cool water for many days, I sat on the shore and finished my lunch in silence. Then, he needs a good night's sleep to build up strength for the next plan.

The next day, it was still a sunny and comfortable day, Yongchang and Jin Xiu had breakfast, and then began his tidying up.

In order, it seems that the arrangement of the body bags is basically according to the intact nature of the remains, and the chronological order can be basically sorted out accordingly.

According to the custom of the ancients, tampering with the relics of the dead is a desecration of the dead, but now, with so much hatred for the unjustly deceased, respect for customs can only be a luxury.

During the cleaning process two days ago, he also found some tools in the middle of the bag, half new and half old, and there was no problem with using them. Now before sorting out the relics, it is necessary to dig a deep enough, long enough, and wide enough tunnel.

Let these people of different eras, genders, and races live together in the same cave, and they must not be lonely.

Perhaps three of the dead were miners, or stonemasons, with very good tools, hammers, chisels, hoes, shovels, pickaxes, iron blades, everything. Among their remnants were two iron pots, one large and one small, which may have been obtained from other deceased people.

It seems that the cave dug by hand is their handiwork, that is, the body bag that wraps them, also the same color, bulging.

I don't know if they survived at the same time, or only one or two, but looking at the amount of work in the cave, it wasn't something that could be done by one person.

Yongchang exerted all his strength and spent five days of hard work to finally dig a tunnel nearly 30 meters long and nearly 2 meters deep along the hillside. Although it is a little compact, but one person's physical strength is limited, I can only hope that the new residents here will be a little more considerate, so that it is convenient to talk side by side below, right?

It may be that the environment here has exercised Yongchang's physical fitness, or maybe the food in this valley provides sufficient energy, anyway, in the past, he couldn't even dig half of this tunnel, and it was unimaginable to expect a former otaku to do such a huge physical work, without ten days and half a month.

During this period, the big bird often came to watch, and seemed to be full of curiosity about Yongchang's actions.

Yongchang felt a chill, although he didn't see it with his own eyes, but he felt that the old camel was nearby.