The blood-red color that caught her eyes made her eyes red, and her gray eyes were full of hatred.

"Pounding" is the sound of a heart beating faster.

The girl's face was pale and covered her chest, and the clothes on her body were still wet because they were still soaked in wine.

She had a heart condition and couldn't handle the stimulation.

The scenery in front of her had begun to blur, but she still persevered, and walked through every corner of the village, and no one was left alive, except her.

She was so disheartened that her heart suddenly twisted, and she fell to the ground unconscious.

When she woke up, she went to see two other villages, and the results were that no one had survived.

She spent a week burying everyone in their homes before leaving the sad place.

So suddenly, she lost all her loved ones, and she was left alone.

The girl glanced back, and on the two-meter-high stone in front of the village gate, the three big characters "Yujia Village" were engraved, and she clenched her fists.

She didn't know where she was going, she just kept walking, walking.

They live with animals in the Bright Moon Valley, and they have their familiar smell, and most animals will treat them as their own kind, so even if there is danger, it will not be too big, and it will be solved quickly.

While out of the valley, she spotted the figure of the murderer who slaughtered the entire village. She was uncomfortable, resentful, angry in her eyes, but she didn't do anything, and hid herself with a cool head.

These murderers are completely indistinguishable from human personality traits except for their appearance and human beings, they have no feelings, and they only have endless killing in their eyes. They are also invulnerable and have great strength, so the villagers are no match for them at all, and their own natural abilities are not of much use.

can only be forced to accept the arrangement of fate.

She shook her thoughts back, and with a blank expression, she packed up the soft and necessary equipment, and put it in a camouflage backpack.

She glanced at her computer and saw a pop-up window that said, 'You have a new comment that hasn't been checked.'

Clicking on it, the novel's homepage interface appeared on the screen, and she moved her mouse and slid to the comment area.

'Yu Da's work is really good to see! Looking forward to the next one! ’

Fei Shaoyang is now a novel writer who is still quite famous, her pen name is Mingyue Yu, and she has written seven novels until yesterday, which are popular with many and have won awards on the Internet, but the outside world does not have the slightest information about her real person, her real name, age, and I don't know anything.

Thank you for your anticipation and I will continue to work hard. ’

After tapping on the keyboard a few times and replying to the message, Fei Shaoyang went out the door.

... What's the situation?

The world behind opening the door was not what she was familiar with, but some passers-by in ancient costumes and holding paper umbrellas to cover the drizzle, walking briskly, coming and going, endlessly.

No, it must have been the wrong way for her to open the door, do it again.

... However, no matter how many times she reopened the door, what she saw was the same scene.

？？？

She opened and closed the door like this, and no one noticed her.

So she went out and looked behind her.

This was not the residential building she lived in, but a small warehouse, and she opened the door to this warehouse.

"Oh my God, monster!"

There was an exclamation in his ears, and then a crowd of people of all shapes surrounded him.

"Look at her hair color and eye color are different from ours!"