Dark, windy, cold, shivering.

Singhal felt himself in a very painful dream, in which he was moving forward in the endless wilderness. Only the cold wind was around. There is no enemy, because he does not see living things at all. It was as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

It's lonely. It's lonely.

Singal was not used to it. In fact, he is more comfortable with spirits and hustle and bustle, and it would be better if he added some hot bodies and passionate and seductive women.

But now there is nothing.

Before he knew it, the cold seeped into his skin, into his bones and internal organs. He felt like he was about to freeze. Even the spirit and soul have become sluggish. There was still a long way to go, and Singal didn't know when the road would end. He kept walking, not resting for a moment, as if the flesh no longer belonged to him. A strong will still sustains him, keeping him from falling.

When did the body cease to decay?

Singal didn't know what to do.

When was the right arm, which was shattered in battle, restored?

Singal still didn't know what to say.

He only knew that he had to go on, and he had to go on continuously, endlessly. Can't fall down. It can't be stopped. Because it fell, it stopped, and it was the moment when his will relaxed. It was his cowardly moment.

"Still, it's not cowardly to learn." Singhal sighed, took a cigar from his bosom, lit it, and held it to his lips. His face was covered with stubble, and his body was covered in thick armor of salt, the product of his dried and frozen sweat. It was dark around him, and he couldn't see anything, he couldn't feel anything. It's like the years when he was confused when he was X35.

The smoke of the cigar entered his lungs, making him feel better. Only then did he raise his head and look into the distance again.

There is no end......

However, that doesn't mean there's no hope.

Though shrouded in the darkness of the wilderness, Singal felt it clearly. On that distant horizon, there seemed to be a warmth beckoning to him. What is that? Is it a bonfire? A piece of roast? Or a woman? A bar?

Stray children always need a warm harbor. Even if this harbor is moored with countless passing pleasure boats.

Singal took another step, but this time, he didn't move. Surprised, he looked down, only to find that his feet had been connected to the earth and turned into dirt and stones. Then there are his legs, his waist. Chest.

"Fuck. Plotted. ”

This was Singer's last consciousness, and then he fainted 'again'.

The wind in the wilderness was stronger, blowing against a cold statue. It's like eternity.

……………………

Syllable!

A spark jumped out of the campfire and burned Singer's face. Singal twitched, then opened his eyes.

"You're awake?"

A soft voice sounded not far away, warm and flat.

Singhal shook his neck and realized that his body was about to die. Even this simple action is extremely difficult to do. But he still saw a graceful figure sitting by the campfire, leaving him with an incomparably beautiful back.

Singhal whistled. Grinning reluctantly. "I thought. It's going to be turned into a statue. ”

"It's your dream, it's the embodiment of your deepest fear. What are you afraid of? Is it loneliness? Or turn to stone? The woman said with her back to him, picking up a twig and throwing it into the campfire. Her back is beautiful, so beautiful that it can't be described in any word in the world. Even if it's just to see a little. It also made Singhal feel his heart racing.

But what impressed Singer the most was her long fiery red hair. It was long hair like fire. The long hair 'flowed' down the back, like a waterfall of fire, an ocean of fire. I don't know what the road is for. Seeing this long hair, it made Singer think of the sea of fire. Think of the endless clouds of fire. And, the flames of war that burn the sky.

I couldn't help but shudder. Singh moved his fingers to get up. But I found that I couldn't move at all. I couldn't help but widen my eyes when I looked at it again. The rotting half of his body, his shattered right arm. It's really recovered.

"It's ......"

Under the excitement in his heart, his voice trembled a little.

"You mean your body?" The woman seemed to smile, but Singal couldn't see it.

"A simple medium of cell decay, and negligible damage. No big deal. The woman said. While flipping the barbecue on the campfire. The barbecue was almost ready, and the golden grease fell into the fire with a crackling sound. At the same time, the thick aroma wafted out, and Singal couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

In the wilderness of dreams, he had gone too long, too long. So hungry and cold.

It's a pity that the woman didn't seem to see it, and she didn't invite him at all. It made Singal a little embarrassed. At this time, his body was almost warmer. Gradually, I felt a little strength.

He gritted his teeth and tried to sit up, but heard the woman speak.

"Your injuries are nothing, but injuries at the cellular level don't heal so easily. If I were you, I'd lie down for a while and wait for the new cells to get used to it again. You'll feel hungry, but your stomach has rotted before, and you'll have to wait for your new stomach to be tougher before you can eat. ”

"You ......" Singh was a little surprised, how did the woman know about these states? And listen to her tone, as if she did it all. Singer's heart jumped.

Only then did he realize that this woman was definitely not an ordinary person, and it was more likely to be an existence that was even more powerful and mysterious than him.

"You saved me?"

Thinking to himself, he asked softly.

"If you are to re-establish the cellular cycle, it saves you. That's it. The woman said flatly. But you don't have to thank me, because I also have to find some evolutionary information about mutants from you, which is mutually beneficial. As for your new cell sequence......"

The woman paused, seemed to smile, and then continued. "Don't blame me when you get used to it."

"Why do you say that?" Listening to the woman's laughter, Singal seemed to sense a hint of foreboding. He tried to lower his head, took a closer look at his body, and then his eyes widened.

I saw that under the light of the bonfire, the left half of his body was actually glowing with a faint metallic color, and at the same time, a layer of undetectable lines appeared on his skin, just like ...... Scales?

"It's ......," Singer was shocked. What is it? ”

"A strong cell." The woman finally turned her head and smiled faintly at Singh. "It once belonged to your sect master, but now it belongs to me."

"What!?" Singel's mouth opened in disbelief. "My Sect Master?"

"Who are you?" (To be continued......)

PS: One watch, as for whether there is a second watch, God knows.