Most of the time in the Eternal Night Continent is twilight, especially in the dark season, the orbit of the upper continent blocks the sunlight, and the day is only a few hours.

Tonight, the twin Alpha stars moved into low Earth orbit, and it was a rare moonlit night.

A huge full moon occupies almost half of the sky, as if it will hit the head in the next moment, and even ordinary people who have no ability can clearly see the huge basin and majestic mountains on the moon.

But those who have not yet fallen asleep are terrified.

The full moon was scarlet, and the moonlight fell from the sky like a veil to the earth, like a living thing, spreading over the undulating and rugged land. A large area of gray-black silhouettes is rendered in a rich red, like huge scars and wounds, and the cold light of metal flashes on them from time to time.

From time to time, long wolf howls and unknown beast roars were heard in the distance, echoing each other with a tyrannical aura.

In the legends of the Eternal Night Continent, the Crimson Moon is a bad omen and is very rare, but when it appears, it means chaos and pain. Whenever the moon is soaked in blood, the kings of the Dark Realm open the door to calamity, spreading fury and calamity to the earth.

Legend has it that it is not without reason, because under the blood-colored moonlight, all creatures will involuntarily become more irritable, bloodthirsty, and more aggressive.

Under the crimson night, a small black dot suddenly appeared. It flew from the sky, slowly moving across the sky, getting bigger and bigger. It's a floating airship thousands of meters long!

It was extremely dilapidated, with patches on the huge airbags and rusty metal components, and many warped joints that made people worry about whether they would break suddenly.

As if confirming people's fears, the airship suddenly shook violently a few times, and many parts actually collapsed on it, including a large metal component more than ten meters long.

The metal component crashed to the ground, causing a roar.

The airship struggled with difficulty, the rows of brass pipes on the outer walls trembling, spewing large clouds of steam from the aft mechanical cabin. A total of eight groups of propellers behind the boat made a jerky creak, spinning wildly, barely holding the boat steady.

Dozens of thick cables hung haphazardly from underneath the airship, and the huge cargo hold, which was also rusty, could be seen through the unclosed hatches, all filled with garbage.

The rusty and old floating airship is like a dying beast, struggling to move through the last part of the distance, and finally fly to its destination. On the ground hundreds of meters below, there is an extremely large airship graveyard!

At this time, tens of thousands of people were swarming out of various hiding places, and they had long since forgotten their fear of the Crimson Moon, waving vigorously at the floatboat, and constantly cheering excitedly!

Even in this land that has been almost forgotten by the Empire, they are the lowest ants in the entire world, struggling to survive every day.

This is the burial place of those once glorious behemoths, and the scrapped floatboats that fly in from the upper continent usually carry a lot of garbage, and over time become a garbage dump with everything. And the people who live in the airship graveyard rely on the garbage left behind by the upper continent to survive.

As soon as the floatboats arrive, which have not carried garbage for a long time, a large number of people will starve to death here. For them, the garbage of the upper continent is all hope.

And tomorrow tomorrow is too extravagant a word here, and no one will think about tomorrow.

The floatboat, which had already aligned with the coordinates, let out a groan of pain, and the propellers stopped turning one by one. The huge hull suddenly shook violently, bouncing up and down in the air for a drop of tens of meters, and then the outer wall of the left front cracked, separating a small airship.

The little airship looked much smoother on the outside, and after flying around the garbage dump, it turned around and climbed up, gradually flying out into the sky.

The floating boat in the air lost power, began to vibrate constantly, suddenly tilted, and slowly fell to the ground!

It fell faster and faster, and finally slammed into the earth, disintegrating with a roar. Countless garbage, scrap and metal components flew in all directions, and a rain of garbage fell over the airship graveyard.

The carnival is on!

The sojourners screamed and rushed to the place where the airship had fallen, and some even ran on all fours like wild beasts.

From time to time, huge metal components fell in the air, and many people who were under the landing point could not dodge and were directly smashed into meat sauce by the multi-ton components. But their companions were oblivious to the danger and rushed forward as hard as they could, trying to get to the garbage first.

There are men, women, old people and children. But age and gender are meaningless here, and each group is distinguished by their size and strength, which is the only criterion for dividing the territory of the cemetery.

Those who could rush under the wreckage of the airship were the strongest men in the entire cemetery, then the weaker men and the stronger women, then the weaker women, and the outermost circle were the old men and children.

In this way, people took the falling float boat as the center of the circle, forming concentric circles. There is an invisible but insurmountable boundary between each floor.

At the outermost edge of the concentric circles is the children's activity area. Hundreds of children are rummaging through the garbage heaps, looking for food that is almost non-existent.

Among them was a skinny boy who was also trying to rummage.

He was about seven or eight years old, his face was so dark that he couldn't see his true face, and the clothes on his body were supposed to be an adult's shirt, and wrapped around him like a robe. And the shirt has long been torn, it is simply a few large rags wrapped around the body with strips of cloth.

He strained at the cold garbage with both hands, and his little hands were full of cuts, many of which were still festering. But he didn't seem to feel the pain, and desperately picked up the large pile of unrecognizable garbage in front of him.

He hadn't eaten in three days, and if he hadn't found something to eat today, he wouldn't be able to make it until the next float arrived.

But no matter how hard the little boy tried, he never got anything.

This area has already been turned over countless times before it will be left for this group of children under the age of ten. These children are the weakest people in this garbage dump. And when the strong people really can't find food, their hungry eyes are fixed on the elderly and children.

This is the Forsaken Land, this is the Airship Graveyard. As long as the people live here, they are like wild beasts. Even the mighty beasts live with more dignity than they do!

The little boy refused to give up because of his desire to survive, and he kept rummaging through the garbage, and many of the wounds on his body were cracked open again because he was too hard, oozing blood. But he didn't realize it.

Another rain of garbage fell in the air, and one of the larger garbage bags landed next to the little boy.

The shell of the garbage bag was shattered, and an oiled paper bag rolled out of all kinds of useless garbage, which firmly attracted all the attention of the little boy. There are oil splashes on the paper packets!

He suddenly pounced on it with the agility of a wild cat, clutching the oiled paper bag tightly in his hand. He didn't open it at all, tucked it into his clothes, turned his head warily to look left and right, and then cautiously crawled to the periphery.

Among this group of children, there is also competition and snatching, and even killing! The cruelty is no less than that of the adult world.

The little boy is very thin, and he is on the weak side of the garbage dump, and if the stronger boy finds out that he has found something to eat and wants to hide it, then a beating is the lightest.

Luckily, the little boy managed to escape the area out of the eyes of all the older children. He seems to have an innate acumen for always being able to stay ahead of the big kids who are more terrifying than the beasts.

Away from the wreckage of the floatship, the little boy ran all the way to another mountain of garbage and got into an empty iron bucket.

This is his nest, a habitat for shelter from the wind and rain. In the little boy's mind, this small space of just over one square meter is a paradise on earth.

He carefully took out the oil-paper bag, held his breath, and slowly opened it with a pilgrim-like look.

In the paper bag was a loaf of bread! a loaf of bread that had only taken a bite!

The first time the boy saw it, he knew that it was called bread. He had never seen such a complete set of food in the garbage dump, but he couldn't remember where or when he knew about such a thing as bread.

In fact, it was just an ordinary round loaf, and in the upper continent, even the lowest grass mustard people could take a bite and throw it away, just like the little boy had in his hand. But in this garbage dump, it can be worth several lives.

When he got closer, he could smell a faint smell of grains, and the little boy only felt that the pain all over his body was gone. He carefully held the loaf of bread, incredulous that he could find such a treasure.

Is this a dream?

A drop of blood oozed from the wound on his hand and rolled down the bread. The little boy cried out and hurriedly wiped his hands vigorously on his body, wiping away all the blood and sweat. He wept and looked back at the loaf of bread as if the holy thing in his heart had been desecrated.

Then the little boy's stomach suddenly growled, and his stomach expressed his longing with a sharp pain like a convulsion. So he tore off the blood-stained part of the bread and, with all his determination, prepared to put it in his mouth.

But his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Just outside the iron bucket, a little girl appeared at some point.

She was only four or five years old, and her little face was black and gray, completely submerging her original complexion, but the well-defined lines outlined the childish shape of a future stunning girl. And her big shining eyes were unusually beautiful, and her expression flowed, staring straight at the bread in the little boy's hand, and could not move it any longer.

The little boy sat up and quietly grasped an iron rod sharpened at one end with his left hand. This is the most instinctive reaction of the people living in the garbage dump, when the food in one person's hand is seen by another person, it is often a life-and-death fight.

The little girl did not run away, her eyes were glued to the bread, and she did not move.

The little boy slowly put down the iron rod in his hand, hesitated, and after a long time made up his mind, slowly tore the bread in half, and then handed half of it to the little girl.

The little boy's movements were slow, his hands were shaking, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. All the wounds on his stomach and body were protesting with the most intense pain.

But the bread still reached the little girl's hand.

The little girl seemed to be unable to believe her eyes, and she grasped the bread firmly in one hand and wiped her eyes vigorously to confirm that she was not dreaming.

She suddenly desperately stuffed the bread into her mouth, and half of the round bread bigger than her fist actually disappeared into that little mouth in a few clicks, maybe not more than three seconds!

The little girl had eaten all the bread and licked the scraps off her hands, and then she raised her eyes, and for the first time she focused her eyes on the little boy's face, looked at it carefully, and ran away.

The little boy didn't know what it was like to do it in his heart at the moment, and he didn't know what he was doing for him, so he could only sit down. Maybe it was the little girl's pure eyes that touched some emotion deep in his heart?

But what is the strange thing about emotions? The little boy leaned against the wall of the barrel, carefully tore off a piece of bread the size of a fingernail, put it in his mouth, and did not swallow it immediately, but just took it in his mouth, feeling the fragrance of the grain with the tip of his tongue.

At this moment, a young girl's voice suddenly came from outside his nest: "He has something delicious in his hands!

The boy's heart sank to the bottom, and he saw several older children standing outside.

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