"I said, when did your bow break have the function of shocking back?"

"I disappointed the adults and accidentally upgraded to level 6, so I added an extra skill point."

The wound on Ye Mo's back was not healed in the first place, but it was hit by Xiyan like this, and it cracked again, and it originally needed to lie down for three days, but now it is estimated that it will be difficult to heal for a week, unless you take the capsules in the Demon Pattern Tablet again.

"This violent woman, it seems that she won't be able to get close to her body in the future......" Ye Mo grinned, and suddenly relaxed, his whole body ached, and what made him even more disgusting was that because of the use of the "Shuotian Trapped Array", his head was now completely blinded, and if it wasn't for his will, he would have fainted at this moment.

He moved his neck, wiped some of the demonic blood from his face, and leaned in.

What Xi Yan said was embedded in the inner wall of the rotten wooden coffin.

The exterior of the coffin was rotten wood, but the inside was all white stone, and to the surprise of the two of them, was a stone in the corner of the inner wall.

Xiyan sensed that something was wrong because of his sensitivity, but after Ye Mo directly activated the best perspective, he found that this special place actually blocked his perspective.

Xiyan smashed the rotten wooden coffin with a longbow, and the coffin slammed and shattered to the ground, except for the stone, which took on an irregular shape and rolled to Xiyan's feet with a gurgling face.

"The Magic Emblem Medal didn't respond, my lord." She picked up the stone and handed it to Ye Mo.

It was slightly cool to start, but it was a little warm, Ye Mo probed it with his vitality, and the other party actually isolated its detection.

To his surprise, however, his Black Magic Medal reacted.

"Discover the material, discover the material ......"

Soon, the Magic Medal detected the white stone.

Reincarnation Slate (Broken): Unknown???

"Unknown?"

Ye Mo was stunned.

Also reincarnated slate? It's a big breath.

The stone was no bigger than an egg, Ye Mo could hold it with one hand, and after studying it for a while, the stone had no reaction.

Ye Mo was speechless.

Why does he keep getting the mutilated things.

The flying blade is, and now so is this reincarnation slate.

However, Ye Mo knew a truth, everything that was incomplete, as long as it was made up, it would be extremely powerful, not to mention that this reincarnation stone tablet, even the Black Magic Pattern Medal was difficult to explore its function.

Ye Mo put the stone on his body, and then searched the vicinity, and after finding that there was no omission, he returned to Wangjia Village.

The years have changed, the stars have changed, and many years later, Ye Mo will sigh that a reincarnation slate has completely changed his fate and changed the fate of a generation.

Whether it is joy or sorrow, sorrow or sigh, only time can answer.

……

Wangjia Village, in ruins.

After the cheers of victory, the survivors were silent at first, and then Ai Ai's sobs rang out, getting louder and louder, and at last, they converged into a scream, a roar.

The veteran covered a bloody eye and kept calling out his daughter's name among the rubble.

His voice trembled and choked, and finally he saw his daughter's toy on a rock.

He squatted down, buried his head and dug in, and an hour later, with bloody hands, picked up a bloody corpse.

The man who was extremely fierce in battle, the man whose eyes were blinded by the Jurass's fishbone dagger, collapsed at this moment.

More and more people are holding the corpses of their loved ones, and the cries of women are even more harsh, and in the countryside, men are heaven, earth, and everything in life for them.

The cries rose and fell one after another, and everyone's faces were full of despair.

There were too many dead and wounded, nearly half of them, and those who remained were even more grieving.

This is the imprint of this era, who does not have a few scars in his heart who lives to the end?

After the First World War, Ye Mo was so tired that he couldn't take care of these things, so he returned to Wangjia Village, found a place to sleep, and fell asleep directly.

One day and one night, when Ye Mo woke up, the crying was still there, and the fire was still burning.

But it's not the buildings that are burned, it's the corpses.

Xiyan sat dutifully beside Ye Mo, silently guarding him.

Followers are good at this point, and they will not betray in any case.

Her eyes sparkled at the crying villagers, Ye Mo couldn't read her emotions.

Is it sadness? Or sympathy?

This battle was a devastating blow to Wangjia Village, a large number of young and middle-aged people died, and the stored grain was completely burned, only there were some things in the cellar, how long could it last?

There is no food, and in this day and age, it is difficult to grow food, and the chances of them surviving are slim.

Whether it is a woman or a man, when they see the corpses of their friends and relatives, they all cry with grief and bitterness.

"What iniquity have we created?"

"It's over, it's all over, God's punishment."

The dim sky, the black clouds rolling, ruthless and cruel.

The dog stood in front of the fire, holding a young girl in a flower dress in his arms, the girl was very beautiful, but her skin was a little rough, and her hands were covered with calluses, which was the result of years of hard work.

Her arms hung limply, her face was pale and stiff, her abdomen was red with blood, the blood had congealed, and she had obviously been dead for a long time.

The dog bit his pale lips hard, but his teeth still chattered.

Tears were held in his eyes, and the flames reflected his pupils brilliantly and brilliantly.

He laid the girl's body in the fire and said nothing.

The villagers were silent.

In the face of demons, in the face of natural disasters, they really have no way.

They are weak, they are powerless, they are at the bottom of this ecological chain.

The weak are slaves!

The weak have no right to live, and they have no right to speak, they can only roar, they can only be unwilling...... But what's the use of that?

"Ahhh!!h

The dog, who had been silent, suddenly went crazy, and he picked up a charred steel bar on the ground, and frantically slashed at the corpse of the Jurassic on the ground.

Stick after stick!

Crazy and helpless!

No one stopped them, for there were many Jurassic corpses on the ground that had been smashed into flesh.

The villagers who have experienced grief urgently need a way to vent, and the corpse of the Jurassic Beast has become something for them to vent their emotions.

Wang Xiaoer was standing beside him, his eyes were sad that could not be dissolved, and his palms were distorted, obviously fractured.

But injuries are trivial compared to death.

In this era, it is so cruel, what Ye Mo knows is that all this is just an appetizer.

He had seen hungry humans devouring Guanyin soil, and he had also encountered demons who had taken humans in captivity and then eaten them one by one...... Even he himself had a time when there was a shortage of food, so he could only cut off the flesh of the dead, and he didn't even dare to chew it, and swallowed it directly into his stomach.

This most cruel era has only just lifted a veil.

Wangjia Village is just a small microcosm of this era, and such things happen everywhere on the earth.

Crying is the most powerless resistance, this truth, Ye Mo understood at a very young age.

He endured the sharp pain in his back and sat up from the bed, and the sheets underneath were already stained red with blood.

His mind was a little pale, and the sequelae caused by excessive bleeding made Ye Mo's whole body weak now.

However, his thinking was much clearer, and the headache was relieved.

The wound on the back was injured by the double-knife lizard, not an ordinary wound, and the blade of the double-knife lizard was smeared with poison, but fortunately it was not highly poisonous.

It's just that this kind of wound is difficult to heal if it is not treated.

Because of the hot and humid weather, the wound on Ye Mo's back had begun to become inflamed and stuck to his clothes.

He had no choice but to let Xiyan cut off with a dagger and carrion.

The whole process was extremely painful, the long scar spread from the neck to the place close to the buttocks, and in the process of cutting the carrion in Xiyan, Ye Mo had been breaking out in a cold sweat, his lips were white and trembling.

After disinfecting the alcohol in his backpack, he wrapped his wound in a bandage.

Now it's just an emergency treatment, and I have to find a doctor for treatment after returning to Qiantang City.

Ye Mo, who had recovered a little, sat in a daze on a collapsed house, and there was still a pain in his back that pierced his heart.

His job transfer task is completed, and now Ye Mo is already a real thief.

The contribution points in the Demon Emblem Medal allowed him to squander it for a long time, but Ye Mo still had his own arrangements.

Since he is already at the rank of second lieutenant, he can at least command some of the soldiers.

In the apocalypse, no matter how powerful an individual's force is, it has not reached the peak of the time, even the lords of all levels of the abyss will cultivate their own subordinates.

He has always understood the truth that ants bite and kill elephants.

In the previous life, it was because there was no own power, which led to slow upgrades, otherwise some of the more difficult tasks could be completed in a team.

"Give!"

Wang Xiaoer jumped onto the ruins, carrying a wine bottle in one hand and a white bandage in the other.

He had various scars on his face, which made his originally honest face a lot more hideous.

"I don't drink." Ye Mo waved his hand, in the last days, if it wasn't a very safe environment, he wouldn't drink a drop of alcohol.

Many demon hunters often get drunk when they return from hunting in the wild, but their heads are cut off in their sleep.

Wang Xiaoer's eyes were bloodshot, and he hadn't recovered from such a big change.

"Brother Ye, is it like this outside, I made a lot of calls a few days ago, but no one answered."

Wang Xiaoer's voice was a little choked and trembling, perhaps because of fear, he grabbed the liquor and poured it.

The liquor is brewed in the village and has a high degree.

Ye Mo remembered that his stomach was not good, and if he drank it like this, his stomach would be wasted.

"It's better to hurt your stomach than to be sad." Wang Xiaoer pointed to his heart.

Ye Mo had nothing to say.

……

What Ye Mo didn't know was that after he interrupted the scarlet ceremony, something related to him happened in Qiantang City.