But when he opened his eyes, he saw not the women he imagined, but a dark sky, he looked around, and found that he was lying in a pit, not in bed at all, and there were no women around, unusually quiet.

Another drop of water dripped on his face, cold and cold, so that the muscles on Wang Shengli's face couldn't help but tremble, and he subconsciously said, "It's raining?" ”

But he immediately woke up again, he sat up, and said to himself: "No, I fell, it is impossible that no one will come to see me, and if someone comes to see, they should find me!" ”

When Wang Shengli was talking to himself, he already had a very, very bad guess in his heart.

"Impossible! No way! It must be this group of women, there is the opposite sex, there is no humanity, one by one there are handsome guys, and they are all hiding at home to serve handsome guys. Wang Shengli had a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, and he said there.

But in the next second, he crawled out of the pit and rushed towards the village, shouting as he ran: "Someone? Anyone? I am back! Someone! Emerald flowers? Chrysanthemum? Yingying? ”

No one responded, and the whole village was silent, unresponsive.

Wang Shengli crawled all the way into the village and rushed into a house with an open door: "Who is at home?" Anyone? Come out! Stop playing! ”

Until now, Wang Shengli didn't want to believe that fact, he was still naïve fantasies, fantasizing that many people in the widow's village were joking with him.

But when he saw the first corpse lying on the ground, Wang Shengli went completely insane, and he rushed out of that house, and rushed to every house that opened the door, and every family died, whether it was old people or children, whether women or men, they all died, and none of them were alive.

"Ah~" Wang Shengli looked up to the sky and roared, and then fell heavily on his back to the ground, at this time the heavy rain poured, and the rain hit Wang Shengli's face, as if it was slapping him hard.

"They're all dead! They're all dead! are all dead ... Wang Shengli muttered, his eyes blank, but the tears couldn't stop flowing.

When he came back during the day, he saw the smoke and thought it was okay, so he was relieved, but what he didn't expect was that he was deceived.

"It's stupid! It's stupid! You should have killed them at all costs! Kill them! Kill them! Wang Shengli thought in his heart, but lay motionless on the ground, letting the cold rain lap on his body indiscriminately.

It is rare to see such a torrential rain in winter, but this one rained all night, and it did not stop until about six o'clock in the morning, when the sky was a little white.

It rained all night, and Wang Shengli also cried all night, of course he didn't just cry because of the destruction of the widow's village, but also the rest of the people, more people, Guan Yunchang, the people in Guan Yunchang's base, Fan Xiaoman, Li Yao, Tongtong, Lin Yiting, and parents, including the previous Zaizai, Xiaoyi, Xiaohu, etc., all the people or animals who died because of him.

Wang Shengli is a person who seems to be a little cold-blooded, but in fact, he is not good at expressing his feelings and does not know how to express his emotions.

He has pain and tears, but he is generally buried deep in his heart and will not be released easily, and even if he is released, he will not be seen when he is alone.

When others can see him, he mostly seems either heartless or cold-blooded.

However, feelings such things, especially guilt and sadness, have been accumulated for a long time, and once they are released, they will cause a chain reaction, turning out all the previous experiences and previous misfortunes.

Wang Shengli cried for three days, and for three days, he did not move, lying in the mud, and after the heavy rain, the sunny day came, and the mud was dried by the sun and stuck to his body, and his face seemed to leave him with a layer of armor made of mud.

During these three days, the first two days, he was in a state of sorrow, and on the third day, Wang Shengli began to think about a question, that is, where did he go?

He was thinking about this question in his head, but his mouth kept repeating it like a nervous disorder: "It's all dead!" are all dead ... ”

"My parents are dead, my home is gone, Tongtong is dead, Lin Yiting is dead, there is nothing, where else can I go?" Wang Shengli has been thinking about such a question in his mind.

In this way, another whole day passed, and the time came to the fourth day, and in the surrounding mountains, there was a distant sound of birds, these birds, should belong to the kind of birds that have not mutated, even if they are mutated, they are also the kind that have no offensive power, just like the kind of birds before the end of the world, they are cheerfully calling, calling friends, chirping, so lively.

And Wang Shengli is still struggling with where he wants to go and where he can go.

Thinking about it, Wang Shengli suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and the pictures of several people flashed in his mind like a movie.

"Nope! I'm not homeless, I still have a place to go, and people are waiting for me. Xiao Jiu is waiting for me, Big Brother is also waiting for me, I have a place to go, I have a place to go... Wang Shengli, who had figured it out, suddenly wanted to get up, but his body was extremely stiff.

What restrained Wang Shengli was only a layer of dry mud, but it was like weighing tens of millions of catties, and Wang Shengli didn't even have the strength to raise a hand.

"Ah~" He let out a scream of pain and struggled desperately, trying to raise his arm, his whole body as if it had grown on the ground.

With the sound of bones "clicking", Wang Shengli finally raised his right arm, and Wang Shengli, who raised his right arm, was panting, as if he had done a vigorous exercise.

With his movable arms, he began to pick away little by little the mud that had stuck him to the ground.

After these mud blocks are dried, they do have a certain binding force on Wang Shengli, but even an ordinary person can easily break free, not to mention Wang Shengli, who is known as the world's number one master.

This mud block, as long as he wants to, as long as he wants, a shake of his body can shake these mud blocks into flying ashes.

But he has completely fallen into the world of self-sorrow, completely unable to extricate himself, and fantasizes himself as a tragic hero, an existence that is not even as good as ordinary people after being injured.

After a long, long time of cleaning, Wang Shengli finally rescued himself from the mud.

Wang Shengli, who got up from the ground, was naked, but it could not be said that he was completely naked, at least there were a few pieces of dried mud to use as armor for him, and there was a pair of pants on his lower body, but there were also heavy mud blocks on it.

He still muttered, "It's all dead!" are all dead ... ”

Then he walked towards the north with a sluggish expression, not caring about the dead people, and not caring whether he could get out of here and go to the capital, anyway, he was walking mechanically.

(End of chapter)