In the first year of the Apocalypse, it rained in the northern part of the Tang Kingdom.

This rain is a little annoying, but in any case, it can't be compared to the displaced people in Hebei Province.

They are displaced people who have experienced a great drought and have not seen nectar for a long time, and they should be ecstatic at this time.

Because, at this time, the first rain of the year has not fallen.

But no, there was only numbness left in their deep sunken eyes, and some only raised their heads, their black ghost-like faces facing the rain that fell from the dark sky, and their faces were blank.

These hungry people all came from the north, from the wasteland, and even from the territory of Yan Kingdom, and then went south.

Relative to their previous direction, those seemed to be hell.

But here, too, it seems to be hell.

On both sides of the vast mountain road, there are empty trees, some are just some trees that have been stripped of their bark, and there are scattered zombie-like hungry people with yellow faces and thin muscles.

But more of the time, they still leaned on several sides, unknown dead and alive, and those unknown humanoid corpses on the dry grass road.

Those who have no strength sit in the muddy mud without waves, with expressionless faces, as if they are dead.

It was only at a certain moment, a certain moment, that the eyes of these dead men moved, and they looked at a long road that seemed to have no end.

There was an oil-paper umbrella, and under the oil-paper umbrella was a handsome young man dressed in white.

Maybe it's the dark sky, maybe it's because of the distant mountain where fierce beasts are entrenched, this young man looks extraordinarily white, not only his clothes are white, his face is white, but even his wrist holding the handle of the wooden umbrella is also very white.

This young man is too clean, whether it is compared to the dark clouds of lead ink, the dark Gangshan Mountain, or these hungry people with yellow muscles and thin clothes in Hebei Province, this young man is too clean.

Clean is like an ink spot that breaks into a picture scroll, it shouldn't be, it won't be here.

But now there is.

The young man was walking, his feet were very steady, as white as the robe of the rice paper in the book shop in Chang'an City, and the micro end was not stained with a trace of muddy water.

When he walked somewhere, he raised his head slightly, stared intently at a tree beside the road in front of him that had stripped off its bark, and he paused for a moment before continuing to walk.

A few eyes on the side of the road were also walking, especially staring at the young man's wrist as white as a woman, with a green light like a hungry wolf in his eyes, and then he licked his chapped lips as if he didn't know what to eat.

In any case, it's a chilling sight.

But the boy didn't seem to realize it, and only frowned slightly as he approached the bare tree.

There were many corpses piled up beside the tree, the emaciated corpses that had rotted and were soaked in the rain and emitted a foul smell of vomiting.

The boy recalled that he had seen a lot of corpses and had been stained with a lot of blood, but he still felt uncomfortable when he saw such a scene.

I don't know if it's because it's uncomfortable to expose the wilderness and no one to bury it, or because it seems to be uncomfortable because of the dry face without a trace of excess meat.

The boy shrugged his nose, his dark pupils seemed to light up a little, and his gaze swept through the cracks of the corpse as if searching for something.

Half-ringing found nothing, he looked deeper, but the corpse was a little densely piled up, and he had to move away.

Suddenly, the young man suddenly stretched out his left hand, which was not holding an umbrella, and held it in the void.

It seemed like a start-up of some kind of means, but nothing happened except for a few sticks of rain falling from the sky and a few swaying of the dead grass by the road.

The young man suddenly realized, and only then did he remember the unexpected change in some things, and he didn't know whether he shook his head helplessly or with a wry smile.

The boy finally stepped forward, swapped the umbrella he was holding in his right hand to his left, and then reached down, pausing at a distance of three inches from the entity, and then simply grabbed the belt of brown viscous liquid that he didn't know was stained with, and hooked it up.

Except for the blurry face, there was no defect in this body, and the body shape should be that of an adult, but the boy just lifted it with one hand, and it seemed that it didn't take much effort to put it aside.

This movement drove over the corpses on the pile of corpses, and the scene below was revealed in great detail.

But there was no difference between the bottom and the top, which made the boy frown and shake his head, and the boy left the bare tree and returned to the side of the road.

Then in the middle of the mountain road, where the combat power had become muddy, he looked into the vast distance, and after seeing the next big tree standing alone next to the road, he slowly walked away with an oil-paper umbrella again.

The teenager's pace is not large, but it is steady and fast.

Soon came to the second tree, repeated the action of the previous tree, and then came to the third tree.

In the pile of corpses beside the road near the vast Gangster Mountain, a handsome young man in a beautiful eyebrow seemed to be looking for something, and this kind of scene was already strange.

It's as weird as seeing the existence of a teenager himself.

The hungry people next to him were less suspicious, more Mu Ran, or occasionally a few strange lights that looked at the young man's white wrist and licked his lips.

This mountain road belonging to Hebei Province is seven or eight kilometers long, and the boy repeats the same action under every tree he passes.

The boy didn't count, he thought he probably couldn't count.

Looking back at the sunset that was approaching the vast mountains, the boy looked at the last tree he was looking for today.

The tree was a mulberry tree, as can be seen by the few dead leaves on the branch.

But the boy did not look any joyful, because he had already experienced more than a dozen such mulberry trees before that.

Holding an umbrella in his left hand, he bent over, his stained right hand effortlessly lifting a corpse, his white sleeved robe, and the hem of his robe already stained with brown muddy water.

Even his face became blank, just like the expressionless Mu Ran in the eyes of the hungry people beside him.

However, this blank was quickly transformed into a touch of surprise when he mentioned the second corpse.

In the rain was a black rag, and in the rag was a little baby, whose cheeks were extremely pale, and his lips were blue, and his eyes were closed.

But there is still breath.

The boy laughed, and picked up the baby with the wrapped black rag, ignoring the rain and mud.

With his arms around him, he passed on some of the temperature, and the boy looked at the mulberry tree next to the pile of corpses.

"Since it's Sangsang, let's call it Sangsang!"

The boy had a smile on his face, looking happy, like a ray of sunshine in the cold winter.

He tilted the oil-paper umbrella forward, covering the wind and the chilly rain.

After wrapping it in a black cloth to ensure that it would not withstand a trace of wind and rain, the young man turned and walked a few steps.

After a slight pause, after thinking about it, he took out a booklet from his bosom and placed it next to the pile of corpses that took out the baby.

On the side of the road, he picked up a broken black umbrella, although it was very old, broken and dirty, but the boy was still happy.

It was dark in Hebei Province, which relied on the mountain, but there was a light in the darkness, and it was the white clothes of the young man.

No one knew that there was a baby in a pile of rotting corpses somewhere in Hebei Province, and no one knew that there was an old black umbrella next to one of the roads.

Just as no one knows why a young man in white came to the edge of the vast mountain.