The scarlet sky is the eternal theme of the western wilderness, the sun exudes a scorching heat behind the clouds, the earth rolls up layers of twisted air under the high temperature, like the writhing air flow on the stove, the barren earth and the sky are the same, it is impossible to distinguish which is the sky and which is the earth.

Men with strong muscles and small pants like bodybuilding instructors surrounded the pit within a radius of ten meters, and a fierce fight was being prepared in the pit several meters deep, but the two sides of the hunt were surprisingly surprising.

One side is a twelve-year-old boy, and the other side is a beast that bends low and blows up its whole body to show its white fangs, both sides are facing each other in an extremely tense atmosphere, just above the pit, the corpses of a beast and a teenager are placed separately, and the corpses on it determine the fate of both sides, and only one of them can survive.

The young boy's face was full of childishness, compared to the muscles raised by the indifferent onlookers above the strong man, his arms were as weak as hemp rods, and he gritted his teeth, and he could even show a fierce appearance, but the violently shaking legs said that he was extremely frightened at the moment.

The sand wolf's hair was stained with mottled blood, yīn's cold triangular eyes stared at the young man's throat, his open mouth was white, and a drop of wet saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth, eager to enjoy this hearty meal, finally, the sand wolf couldn't hold back any longer, and pounced forward in the young man's frightened and dilated pupils.......

"Ah!!h Gao Feng opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the pillar of light drilled through the hole in the ceiling and gasping loudly, yīn dark room, millions of dust in the dazzling pillar of light swirling and dancing, complicated and silent.

staring blankly at the dancing dust, his mind was still immersed in the moment when the sand wolf pounced, like a nightmare, but it was so real, the sand wolf gasped, the blood was filled, and the indifferent eyes of hundreds of men made him unable to tell for a while, is the world in the dream real, or is the world in reality just a dream? Or, it's not true at all.

The dark room was low and depressing, very different from the small, messy but warm room in his memory, Gao Feng quickly closed his eyes, trying to break free from the environment of this room, after a long time, he heard his own heartbeat, his own breathing, and the faint noise outside, he once again proved powerlessly that he was no longer in the place in his memory, but a strange room, a strange world.

He hoped that it was just an illusion, but everything was really in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sit up from the thick fur, looking at the cracked and broken mirror on the opposite side in a daze, and suddenly, he thought of something, and looked down over his shoulder.

At the last moment of the dream, the terrifying sand wolf was biting on the shoulder, it was the sharp white teeth that bit into the flesh and made him wake up from the pain, and sure enough, there were old scars on the shoulders with tight muscles, deep and shallow, scattered in irregular circles, seeing these scars, he could recall the heart-rending pain in the dream.

This is not a dream, this is what really happened to him, Gao Feng has never experienced it, his mind is not the original consciousness of this body, but suddenly merged with this body a month ago, only with the body, not with this world.

"Whew......." Breathed a sigh of relief, Gao Feng didn't want to think about it anymore, in the past month, he kept trying to get back the memories he had lost before, every time he wanted to get back the memories other than his name, it would make his head crack like pain, and every time the pain made him want to die, but once he doubted in his heart, he unnaturally wanted to think about it again, and the pain would strike again, like an evil cycle, allowing him to escape in pain, escape from pain, and escape everything before.

I don't know who he is, occasionally there will be some memory fragments flashing through his mind, and the memory fragments are completely different from the world he is in, as if the modern man who has lost his memory has traveled to the wilderness period, even if he looks like a barbarian, he is still a modern person inside, even if he loses all his memories, he is still out of place.

Get out of bed and stand in front of the mirror, pick up the rag and wipe it gently, the original mirror was regarded as a novel decoration by the owner, and there was not much thought to take care of it, it was full of stains and dust, but Gao Feng couldn't tell what to wipe for the mirror, maybe after wiping, I wanted to get back to my previous self from the mirror, not in a daze, right?

The young man in the mirror is very handsome, with a newborn calf who is not afraid of the tiger and despises everything, scattered with untamed lion-like medium-length curls, but it is by no means familiar, even if Gao Feng has been watching for a month, he still feels strange and estranged, although he did not scare himself like the first day he woke up, but it still made him feel uncomfortable, just like a familiar stranger standing in the mirror and looking at him.

He couldn't remember that he couldn't find himself before, he couldn't find himself, he didn't know the meaning of his life, just like now, eating rough sand date cakes like books, staying in this dark room, looking for all the clues that could prove himself, and after countless times in vain, he would lie down on his bed and look at the black ceiling, and in this strange and cold night, he slowly sank into the world of cruel killing in his dreams, or rather, intersected with the original memory of this body.

Narrow. The cramped room was not empty, there were piles of indescribable and inexplicable things under the bed, what seemed to be toys collected by the previous owner of the body, the skulls of wild beasts, strangely shaped and hard branches, glassy stones, and some things that he was familiar with, but could not remember anything, some broken glassware, unbranded mineral water bottles, the bottles were stained with mud and dirt, but he could distinguish the texture of plastic, he could only distinguish that it was plastic, and he could not remember the rest.

And what touched him the most was the metal box on the bed that was used as a pillow, here it was very hot during the day, cold at night, the box full of hair oil and smelling could make people feel a little cool during the day, it was one of the most valuable things in this house, but what touched him was not the box itself, but the mottled red sè cross under the box, he felt that the cross was very familiar, but he couldn't remember anything, as if in those memory fragments that passed by, he had some impressions, is the only clue that can remember the past.

The box was greasy to the touch, Gao Feng was already desperate in his heart, and he didn't have much time left.

The owner of the body is about to face the biggest test in this life, to participate in an assessment that demarcates fate as an attendant, an assessment between heaven and hell, just like the test of killing in a dream.

The test of his dreams was as disparity between a child's game and a chéngrén's war as a child's game, and he was ...... helpless and worried about his fate.

Even if he doesn't want to, he can't hide in the room forever, every time he pushes open the door, it is a test of his heart, and it is a sign of his official contact with this world.

"No matter who I used to be, now I am the Three Claws, the Three Claws of the Western Wilderness, no matter what secrets I had before, now, I have to live first...... Gao Feng constantly hypnotized himself

The moment he pushed open the door, the red sky was as red as the sky in his dreams, and the overwhelming heat swept in through the narrow door, blowing the ...... of medium and long curls.