As a cultural city with a long history, Fieldland spends most of the year in a thick layer of obscure clouds, and even the air is unpleasantly wet, and only when summer arrives, the warm monsoon winds from the southwest coast blow away the dirt, followed by two months of sunny days.

But at this time in early March, it's not time to enjoy.

The effects of the cold winter have not yet dissipated, and the rainy spring is still in time, although Fieldland's drainage system is famous throughout the northern part of Staple, and after more than 400 years of gradual improvement, the underground space is deep and vast, and the network extends to all parts of the city, but it is still difficult to prevent the accumulation of sewage on the road and on the roofs of houses that cannot be quickly drained and flow along the lower places.

From the eaves, from the roadside, from the foot of the wall, from anywhere you can see, it exists in a form that cannot be avoided.

Passers-by walking along the streets had to lock their coats tightly for this, bend their bodies, carefully dodge the annoying dripping from their heads, and by the way, let go of the patches of water under their feet, and always jumped out in a hurry.

To be honest, they don't want to stay outside in this bad cold weather for a moment, they just want to go back to the warm room, take a full breath of steaming warm soup, and comfort their cold bones.

In this case, it is difficult for anyone to notice the dark alleys that are full of garbage and debris, and the view is faint.

As long as you think of the dirty things hidden under the water trails in the sewage-ridden alleys, you will basically lose the courage to fall into them. Even if the road through here is closer, it is better to take a few more detours and take a wider passage.

Naturally, no one noticed that in these dark corners of the city, which are usually difficult to juggle, something could happen that was extremely bad for the whole of Fieldland and for the whole world.

A sign before a terrible cataclysm.

In the narrow and dark alleyway, a young wanderer huddles in a dilapidated house made of discarded wooden planks and cardboard boxes.

He was careful not to let his hands and legs move too much, lest he break through this four-sided barrier that would lose its blocking effect if he exerted too much force.

After all, it's not easy to find a suitable place to build a house in such a sewage-strewn alley, and there are very few dry places where you can shelter from the wind and rain and worry about getting wet. Like the place where he lives. Only a small area below the house is slightly clean, and beyond that, there is filthy sewage mixed with a lot of garbage.

If one is not careful, let the part of the house fall outside. Then he had no place to cry.

I want to dry in this humid environment. At least two weeks. Not to mention. After the torture of continuous rain, the clean objects that can be found at this time already have owners, unless they are willing to fight with others. Otherwise, without a house, he would not want to survive until the warm summer comes.

However, he still has another place to live, but as a wanderer with style, connotation, pursuit, and dreams, he is not willing to stay in those dark underground stinky ditches for dozens of nights like other wanderers.

Although the environment here is also relatively dirty, the air and sanitation are always good, as long as you pay attention, it is not much worse than a normal residence. If he really wants to fall into the stinking ditch, what is the difference between him and those rats and insects who like to crawl around, how can he like that kind of dark and filthy place if he yearns for light, freedom, enthusiasm and music.

What's more, like the few wanderers he knew some time ago, he hadn't seen anyone in the past few days, probably because he was lazy for this reason.

However, bad reality is often not diverted by ideal intentions, and the more you don't want something to happen, the more it comes.

A black wild cat, who had come from nowhere to seek warmth, suddenly got wet.

After a lazy yawn, he shook himself at close range, threw him off the dirty water all over his head, and wet his dream, a rock festival poster that had led him to come to Field Land with all his might.

There was a surge of blood, and he couldn't care about anything anymore, so he waved his hand to catch this nasty guy, and then, tragedy happened.

As it turns out, cats are very difficult to mess with.

When he came out of the soaked rotten house, not only did the cats not catch a single hair, but his body was shivering with cold, afraid that he would catch a cold.

Ache~!

After sneezing a few times sadly, the aspiring young man couldn't care about the house that had died before the time of the festival, and immediately tried to dig out the metal guitar and the poster of the music festival from the ruins, so that he could find the next place to live in the shortest possible time, but it was very late.

But as soon as he raised his eyes, the aspiring young man saw that in the shadow of the culprit at the end of the alley, who had caused him to lose his place, the hateful cats were actually licking his paws and looking at him with an extremely contemptuous gaze, which seemed to say, "Is that all you need, stupid human!" ”

The aspiring young man did not notice the strangeness of this black cat, in the face of a strange human with a huge difference in size, this guy never showed fear, because he was now filled with futile anger, and a wild cat dared to mock him.

"I'm going to let you know that the little animals that dare to anger me have joined the KFC Luxury Lunch Series!"

Seeing the dripping raindrops, the aspiring young man stepped on a series of splashes, picked up the guitar and rushed to the cat, obviously wanting to use this guy's blood to pay tribute to his house.

But an accident occurred, and after the two were abruptly separated, it was a larger human who fell.

A few clicks.

The guitar, broken in half, fell behind, and the body of the aspiring young man knelt weakly in the sewage in front of him. Desperately stretched out his hands to cover his severed neck to stop the blood from gushing out. But this action was useless, and the red liquid still flowed out of the fingers in large quantities.

He turned his head back with difficulty, looked in disbelief at the black wildcat, whose pupils had turned from blue to red, and cried out in despair, "Uh, this can't be, I must be dreaming!" ”

Until his body died, he couldn't figure out how a cat could cut through the tight wooden structure of a guitar with only its claws. You know, this is a high-end product made of mahogany and maple, and it cost him almost all of his belongings. Even if an adult picks up the blade with all his might. It takes a few hits to cut off.

And not long after his death, two mysterious men dressed in hooded clothes walked through the entrance of the alley.

Seeing this terrible sight of black wild cats greedily eating human flesh, they did not show any surprised or frightened expressions, but behaved unusually calmly. One of them even praised: "Professor Padarik." The Seven Deadly Sins virus has become more and more intensive. After killing less than twenty people, the strength of the wild cat, which is only one-eighth of that of a human being, has been increased to this extent, and this enhanced effect has been enhanced. Enough to ensure that our plan is perfectly implemented! ”

The man named Padarik who was left behind was not satisfied, shook his head and sighed, "Don't be too happy, Fredlin, it can't be fully applied to humans yet, and there is no point in talking about the success of the plan now." ”

"Don't doubt yourself, Professor, there are still three months to go, I have a lot of confidence in you, just like the reason why I fully supported you before, you are a genius, and you have a strong motivation to urge, you have to believe that this world will be ours after all, and your wife, son, and daughter will also be able to complete the plan at the same time, and gain enough strength to complete the resurrection."

But as Fredlin spoke, he took out a strange golden hourglass-shaped container with no lid and walked towards the corpse.

As he approached, the black wildcat, as if seeing something terrible, screamed and stepped aside, arching itself and letting out a terrible roar. But it wasn't until Fredlin inserted his finger into the wound in the corpse's neck, dragging the blood into the container in bundles as if by magic, that the mutated wildcat, who killed like a mouse, did not attack, but instead retreated further and further away from the alley.

Obviously, for animals governed by low-level instincts, only when there is a huge disparity in strength, will there be such a practice that does not even have the desire to test the attack.

But things didn't go as planned.

Before escaping, the wildcat was grabbed by Padarik's lightning-fast outstretched palm and remained defenseless like a real kitten. During this movement, the shadow of the hood that blocked Padarik's face leaked out, and it could be seen that the man's eyes actually took on a strange green vertical shape, like a snake.

"I hope it's as you promised," Padaric said in a dry, feeble voice, his face back into the shadows wondering what he was thinking.

Fredlin didn't care about Padarik's questioning at all, he pointed to the gradually decreasing blood-colored vortex on the upper layer of the golden hourglass container, and smiled confidently: "Don't worry, Padarik, you see this is not another hour, if it can really succeed, the remaining more than 400,000 hours can be solved easily." ”

As soon as the words fell, the whirlpool formed by the blood just disappeared, and a small particle of sand as fine as dust suddenly appeared in the space below.

Through the golden reflection of the container below, it can be seen that his eyes are also vertical like Padarik's, but the color is dull yellow, and under the dim corner lights, it exudes a hot and dangerous feeling.

As soon as the two of them left with the front feet of the wild cat, the back feet of the aspiring young man's corpse suddenly spontaneously combusted, and after quickly burning out, only a strong smell of sulfur was left in the dark alley, and the poster stained with water.

In the center of the top, it is written in a few large red letters - "The whole city is booming, the Fieldland Hot Wave Rock Festival, from the desire in the blood". (To be continued......)