Peng Zishao closed his eyes, thinking about what people would think about before they died? Will it really be like in the TV series, recalling the past of this life?

Thinking of the past of his life, Peng Zishao couldn't help but think of his own life.

Peng Zishao was born in the countryside, has an older sister who is four years older than him, and has little to remember about his childhood, like most rural children.

When he was in elementary school, his parents divorced, and the court finally awarded him to his father, and since then, his mother has disappeared from his life with his sister.

His dad found a new one shortly after the divorce, and a year later the woman gave birth to a child.

In order to make a living, his father went out to work, and he was cared for by the woman.

Most stepmothers are not good, but Peng Zishao feels that his stepmother is not bad, he does not lack food and clothing, and usually takes care of his life quite properly.

However, as his sister grew up, Peng Zishao believed that most of his stepmothers were not good.

There is good food and drink, and his stepmother will secretly leave it to his sister, and he can't eat a bite.

When he bought new clothes, he had two sets of his sister and one set of his, and his was the cheapest one.

Peng Zishao also told his father about these things, but his father would always say this:

"You are the elder brother, and it is right to let the younger sister."

In the end, he said nothing.

As he gets older a little bit, Peng Zishao doesn't care about those little things, not because he feels that he is an elder brother and wants to let his sister, but because in this family, he is an outsider.

When he became an adult, Peng Zishao dropped out of school to work, and since that year, he has not used a penny of the family's money.

With no education, no experience, no acquaintances, he entered the society alone, and in the first year, Peng Zishao suffered a lot.

In this year, the family did not take the initiative to call him, not once, he called home to greet him, but every time it was a few words that were not salty or light.

This year, Peng Zishao, who did not earn money, did not go home for the New Year.

At the end of the second year, Peng Zishao took more than 4,000 yuan on the train back to his hometown.

When he arrived home, it was already the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and when the small courtyard door opened, his father showed a puzzled expression, looking at what he said Peng Zishao still remembers.

"Who are you looking for?"

Looking at his father's unfamiliar eyes, Peng Zishao couldn't help himself cry at that time, and said, "Dad, I'm Xiao Shao." ”

When his father heard Peng Zishao's words, his brows furrowed before he said, "Why don't you say it in advance when you come back, come in." ”

After speaking, he didn't look at Peng Zishao, turned around and entered the house.

The unfamiliar eyes and flat tone made Peng Zishao very uncomfortable, he wanted to turn around and leave, but in the end he didn't.

When he entered the house, Peng Zishao saw that the coffee table in the living room was full of food, and the woman in pajamas was lying on the sofa on her side, holding a remote control in her hand to amplify the sound of the TV.

Next to her, a little girl with a double ponytail was holding a small bowl, staring curiously at Peng Zishao, who had just entered the house.

"Baby, hurry up and eat, and your mother will give you New Year's money after eating." The woman touched the girl's little head and said.

When the girl heard this, she didn't look at Peng Zishao, but lowered her head with chopsticks and pulled up the chicken leg in the bowl.

The woman didn't even look at Peng Zishao, as if Peng Zishao didn't exist, and changed the TV channel by herself.

Peng Zishao stood there, not moving, nor speaking.

Time seemed to stand still, and after some time, a man's voice came into the living room.

"Xiao Shao, the room is tidied up, and I'm tired all the way back, you go to bed early."

That night, Peng Zishao didn't know how he fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Peng Zishao, who was hungry and thirsty, went out of the room, but found that he was the only one left in the house, found some leftovers in the kitchen, and after filling his stomach casually, Peng Zishao went out.

Soon after going out, I met the aunt in the next yard, and the aunt saw Peng Zishao and enthusiastically asked him to go to the house to sit.

When Peng Zishao asked the aunt where his father went, the aunt said that they went out early in the morning and should have gone to relatives.

After leaving his aunt's house, Peng Zishao went home to pack his luggage and walked to the station.

From that time to now, Peng Zishao has never gone back, nor has he contacted his family, he seems to have forgotten that home, and that home has forgotten him.

When he was about to die, Peng Zishao remembered that family, remembered that he still had parents, and a sister and a younger sister.

"Hehe, it turned out to be true."

Peng Zishao smiled, took a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes, he still wanted to see the world again in the last time.

After opening his eyes, Peng Zishao saw the white box floating not far in front of him.

This time, Peng Zishao looked at the white box carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more confused and shocked he became.

If it was an illusion, it couldn't be so real, Peng Zishao was a little shaken.

He suddenly remembered the information that had appeared in his mind inexplicably before, and turned his head slightly to look at his left palm.

Because of the injury to his left shoulder, Peng Zishao's left arm couldn't move, but he could still vaguely see the corner of the blood-stained furnace mark in the palm of his left hand.

Peng Zishao thought about it carefully, and the red mark seemed to appear on the day the fog suddenly appeared.

He didn't care about it at the time, and later the red hair was hot several times, and Peng Zishao also studied it, but nothing came out.

Since he didn't know how he came here, and it didn't have any effect on him, Peng Zishao didn't pay attention to it, after all, there were some more important things that he needed to study.

Now that I think about it, every time he encounters danger in the past few days, the red mark will heat up, which seems to remind him.

Now, Peng Zishao clearly knew that the red seal was a primary furnace, but what a primary furnace was, in addition to reminding him of danger, what was the use, he didn't know.

Just as he was thinking about the role of the primary furnace, another string of information appeared in Peng Zishao's mind.

"Primary Forge Current Role: Extraction!"

Soon, Peng Zishao digested the string of information, he looked at his left hand in disbelief, and after being stunned for a moment, he used the extraction ability according to the method in the string of information.

A streak of red mist floated out of the palm of his left hand and drifted towards the corpse of the infected on the ground.

In the process, the red mist quickly increased, and in less than a few seconds, the body of the infected person was enveloped.

Under Peng Zishao's shocked gaze, the red mist slowly contracted, and after about four or five minutes, the red mist that was only the size of a fist turned into a trace of red mist and returned to the palm of his left hand.

And the body was gone, as if it had never existed.

After the red mist had completely vanished, an irregular gray stone the size of a fingernail of a little finger lay silently on the ground.