Chengyu chased after Hua Ying until she fled into the forest of dead leaves.

There......

Sure enough, I will still go there, Chengyu sighed deeply.

"Don't make a fuss, Hua Ying." Chengyu's voice was tinged with rare melancholy, lacking his usual fierceness.

Hua Ying hid behind the tree, and the tears that couldn't stop flowing into her mouth were still salty and bitter. She covered her mouth so hard that she couldn't make a sound.

Chengyu knows why she came here, it really carries too many memories.

Knowing that Hua Ying would not easily come out by herself, Chengyu did not force her, so she found a place and sat down.

……

That was a long time ago. At that time, Hua Ying was still a little girl who didn't know anything about the world, he was still a little boy, Hua Ying's father often took them to play in the forest of dead leaves, and I don't know why, Hua Ying was particularly interested in the butterflies of dead leaves, and was always identifying and looking for them.

Of course, he would not be interested in these butterflies, but Hua Ying could always spot them quickly, he couldn't see anything special about these brown butterflies, he just thought they were so inconspicuous, and he really admired Hua Ying's ability to distinguish which one was a real butterfly and the others were just leaves.

Whenever that time, Hua Ying's father always smiled dotingly, saying that Ying'er's eyes had a "true" existence.

He didn't understand what it meant, and even if he did, it wouldn't help.

In short, the days passed like that, plain and bland, just when Chengyu thought that his life was like an ordinary alien body, in this allowed "range", just like ordinary humans, living on, maybe Hua Ying thought so too.

Until that day......

One day eleven years ago, everyone was doing their own thing as usual, and suddenly there was a commotion, at that time, he was practicing in the arena, and before he had time to think about it, he rushed out to see the situation.

But he saw something.

It's hell, I guess it's hell.

If that scene can't be called hell, it must be purgatory.

He couldn't see a single transient body, but the road was covered with severed limbs and broken bones, and the severed limbs scattered at the far end were piled up into a mountain of corpses, and on the high "top of the mountain" that made people tremble, he saw it.

He couldn't think, and the violent images hit his brain, and he froze even what he should react to.

"Ah, there's another one." The figure moved.

It's coming, hurry up, damn legs! Finally, Chengyu's legs were sensitive, and just as he was about to escape, he was surprised to find that the soil was sticky, reddish-brown, and muddy like after heavy rain.

"Ahh

Chengyu ran like crazy, he didn't know where to run, but there seemed to be a feeling in his heart, guiding him to Hua Ying's house.

Help me!

What the hell is going on here?!

Behind him, it seemed to be teasing him, chasing him unhurriedly, was he being treated as a game?

It's finally almost there. Chengyu stumbled, he could feel the feeling of the knife entering the flesh, and the hot pain rubbed on the ground to let him know clearly that there was a gap between friend and foe.

He had been lucky enough to fight it, but now he wasn't even sure if he could escape.

"Huh." He heard her voice, was it an alien or a human? Just one 'huh' made him shudder, being able to break into the Xenomorph Sub-base, and slaughter countless Xenomorphs, no matter what it was, it was definitely ...... Demon.