Chinese New Year's Eve.

On this day, all Chinese will try to rush home and have a rich Chinese New Year's Eve meal with their families. Although the Spring Festival is getting weaker and weaker, it is undeniable that this is still the most important festival for all Chinese people.

Family reunion, farewell to the old and welcome the new.

Temporary military base in Jiuzhaigou, Sichuan.

Three soldiers lay in their bunkers and watched ahead, and a squad of machine guns was erected at the firing port of the bunker. The searchlights on the tower turn around from time to time, sweeping over the mountain in front of them every five minutes.

There is a crack about two meters wide in the mountain, and there is no light in the black, and I don't know how deep it is into the mountain.

Although it is Chinese New Year's Eve, there are still hundreds of officers and soldiers on duty in the base, and ordinary soldiers do not know what they are guarding against, but since the superiors have orders, they will naturally carry them out to the letter. It's just that such a high-intensity vigilance has been going on for several months, and the officers and soldiers will inevitably relax a little, especially on such a holiday.

A separate outpost at the top of the hill.

Six soldiers, led by the squad leader, sat around the fire to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and everyone gathered in the outpost except for the three soldiers who were standing guard outside.

In the mountains and mountains hundreds of kilometers from Jiuzhaigou to Xuebaoding, more than 100 outposts are distributed, and even in a festival like today, each outpost is guaranteed to have at least one squad of soldiers stationed.

Two soldiers patrolled along the prescribed route, and when they turned to the outpost, they found that another soldier who was supposed to be in the observation position at the front of the outpost was nowhere to be seen. It was about to be the time for the shift, and the two patrolling soldiers thought that the other soldier had entered the post ahead of time, so they didn't care.

"This kid is cheating and playing tricks again." A soldier laughed and cursed, quickened his pace and walked towards the outpost, where he could vaguely hear the sound of the Spring Festival Gala program coming from the TV in the outpost.

A smell of blood emanated from the outpost.

The two soldiers didn't pay any attention and pushed the door open unsuspectingly.

The outpost was littered with severed limbs, and the ground was completely soaked in blood.

The two soldiers stood in a pool of blood, their brains blank, and they stood on the spot for a moment.

Isn't the person sitting on the front chair with half of his head missing the squad leader?

Recline in the corner. Isn't the person who has only half of his body left the deputy squad leader?

The rest of the soldiers lay on the ground, mostly mutilated, and died in a horrible state.

A sketch program of the Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV, and the laughter of the audience came from the TV. It's so harsh.

A tall, red-skinned, shiny humanoid stood in front of the television and turned back to hear the sound of the doorway. Its face was as angular as a rock, with a pair of small curved horns on its forehead, and its eyes flashed with an evil yellow light, looking at the two soldiers in the doorway. A sinister smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

The two soldiers raised their assault rifles and fired wildly at the monster in front of them amid hysterical shouts.

The monster floated in front of the two soldiers in a single dodge under the flying bullets. The 5.56mm rifle bullet hit the monster, and apart from splashing a few sparks, it couldn't stop it at all.

A flash of red light flashed.

One soldier felt his body heat up, and when he looked down, he found that a hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, and he could directly see the gate of the outpost behind him. The soldier turned his head with difficulty, and found that his comrades were swept by the monster's arm. Half of the body is melted by the heat of the monster's arm.

The monster's arm is like a bars of iron of thousands of degrees, cutting objects as effortlessly as a knife cutting through butter, but the strange thing is that even if the monster directly penetrates the body, the soldier does not feel the scorching heat.

The two soldiers, with their eyes wide open, fell limply to the ground, and almost instantly, they were killed by the monster in an instant.

The monster uttered a few complex syllables, and then turned his head to look at the Spring Festival Gala program on TV, his eyes flashing with yellow light flashing a thoughtful look.

It's going to be a while. The monster's rock-like face let out a strange wriggling, slowly turning into a Han face in his thirties, and his complexion slowly faded, although it was still reddish-brown. But it has tended to the color of normal people.

Half an hour later, the monster turned into a burly red-faced man, and the two horns of his head turned into two inconspicuous bulges, and his forehead appeared to be very full. With a slight look of tiredness on his face, the transformation consumed at least four-fifths of his strength, but even the rest of his strength. It's also enough to make him a superman among the human race.

"In this world...... of human ...... Very weak...... It's true...... Very weak"

The red-faced man muttered to himself, apparently familiarizing himself with human language.

He picked up a coat with a hat on it, covered his entire head, and pushed the door open and walked out of the outpost, disappearing into the darkness.

Ling Feng accompanied his parents to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and the time quickly came to the early hours of the morning.

The clock strikes midnight and 2011 arrives.

Ling Feng ran downstairs to set off firecrackers, Qin Haiyan picked up the landline to greet his relatives and elders, and Ling Hanyu took his mobile phone and replied to the text message, thanking relatives and friends for their greetings.

The sound of firecrackers outside the window sounded in turn, then gradually became one, and finally intensified like a muffled thunder, and the sound of firecrackers slowly died out after more than ten minutes after midnight.

Qin Haiyan took out a red envelope and handed it to Ling Feng, and sent Ling Feng the blessings of her parents, and finally added: "You have to find a daughter-in-law for us quickly." ”

The care and blessings of his parents made Ling Feng feel very warm, but he was not a person who was good at expressing himself, and he understood many words and wanted to say them, but he just couldn't express them normally. A lot of people are always used to saying, but he prefers to do it.

According to the custom of his hometown, his son has to accompany his parents on the first day of the new year, so Ling Feng also chatted with his parents at home on the first day of the new year, played cards, and took time to carry out acupuncture for his parents. He has now developed his medical skills, especially in acupuncture care. After doing acupuncture, Ling Hanyu and Qin Haiyan both felt refreshed, and their bodies were full of vitality, which was a manifestation of the slow growth of qi and blood.

In the next few days, Ling Feng drove around to accompany his parents to pay New Year's greetings, and when a friend called to go out to play, he refused all of them, although he still rarely chatted and communicated with his parents, but as long as he stayed with his parents, he didn't have to worry about anything for a few days, which made him feel very relieved.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells......"

Ling Feng was playing chess with his uncle Qin Song at his grandfather's house, when the phone rang suddenly, he asked Ling Hanyu, who was watching chess, to play a few chess games instead, and walked to the balcony with the phone.

"Hey, hello, who's that?" These days, Ling Feng has received countless blessing calls, so he didn't care when he saw the strange number displayed on his mobile phone, and greeted him politely.

"May I ask if it's Ling Feng?" On the other end of the line was a female voice, speaking an extremely standard Mandarin.

"It's me, who are you?" Ling Feng felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't figure out who it was.

"Ling Feng, is it really you? Has your phone been changed? The female voice looked very happy and said, "Can't you hear my voice......

A beautiful figure suddenly jumped into Ling Feng's mind, and his brows furrowed slightly. (To be continued.) )