"Moo......"

"Moo......"

Daqing, it's the voice of Daqing!

Fang Yuanshi woke up in a daze, a beam of heavenly light spilling on his face through the broken hole in the cellar, making him only squint. The corners of his forehead were sticky, and his whole body was sore, as if he had fallen down when he went to the mountains to collect medicine.

It was the first time he had eaten honey-fried fruit, and he had never eaten anything so sweet, the soft flesh was like cotton, sticking to his teeth, and even the water became sweet.

The mother said that it was a gift from a noble man in the village on the mountain, because the boy thought that his hound had startled him, so he fell down.

"Moo......" A cow cry brought him to his senses and sat up suddenly.

Daqing's voice sounded weak. It was as weak as she had been after giving birth to her calf two years earlier, but unlike that time, when she screamed softly and softly, but this time Daqing's voice was full of panic and despair.

Something must have happened to her, Fang Yuanshi was about to stand up with his left hand, but his hands slipped and almost made him stumble again. When I turned my head, it was a wooden sleeper, which was something from the eldest brother's room.

He suddenly remembered that it was this thing that suddenly fell from the mouth of the cellar that had been smashed by some unknown smash and smashed on his head.

"Moo......"

Daqing was still wailing, he didn't care about what pillows he had, and climbed up the short ladder, only then did he realize what had smashed the lid of the cellar open yesterday, it was a beam, and it was smashing obliquely on the lid, and even the wooden latch on it was broken, so that the lid was completely cocked, and the pillow fell from the open gap and fell on his head.

The mouth was only the width of his forearm, but fortunately he was so thin that he barely leaned out half of his body, and then pulled himself up with a grin.

The sun was shining warmly on his body, the time seemed to be noon, and his stomach was growling, but Fang Yuanshi was suddenly unaware, he stood in a daze in the ruins, looking around, "Where is this?"

The collapsed house was covered with broken bricks and tiles all over the courtyard, but the dirt wall that had not yet completely collapsed still had a trace of his familiar appearance, which made him even more frightened, and his voice was crying: "Dad, mother, big brother, where are you!"

"Dad......!" called out a few times, but there was no response.

In fact, the silence around was terrible, and he could often hear the barking of the black dog next door, the gurgling sound in the chicken pen, the roar of Aunt Zhang's rough pig, the giggle of Erya, the chirping of birds, the sound of grass, the creaking of wooden carts, the sound of insects, etc., which seemed to fill the heavens and the earth, and the chaotic sound of all the time was gone.

It was as if he was the only living creature left in this world.

Fang Yuanshi couldn't help but shudder.

"Moo......" another cow crow, but it was much weaker than it sounded.

"Daqing!" Fang Yuanshi seemed to have found something to rely on, stepping over the ruins and running in the direction of the shout.

He saw Daqing, the green cow crushed under a wooden door, her hind legs seemed to be broken, twisted strangely.

"Da Qing!" Fang Yuanshi shouted in distress, this cow was not only the only animal in the family, but also his playmate, almost spent his entire childhood with him, seeing her like this, Fang Yuanshi seemed to give someone a few punches in the chest, ran forward, and desperately pushed the door panel that was pressed on the green cow open.

"Moo......" Qingniu turned her head to look at him, and moved violently, struggling to get up, but her hind leg was completely broken, and it was difficult to get up at all.

Fang Yuanshi saw a pool of blood and some egg white-like liquid under Qingniu's body, and was suddenly stunned, and remembered that his father had said two days ago that Daqing was about to give birth to cubs.

Even if he didn't know anything about livestock, he knew that with Daqing's current state, it would be impossible to give birth to a calf smoothly. He trembled nervously, but he didn't know what to do, he was just a teenager, and he had to shout in vain: "Dad! mother, where are you, come on, Daqing is not going to do it!"

There was no response. Daqing struggled again, he tried to go up to help, but was hit by the cow's body and hit his head, the deep powerlessness and fear made him cry, and kept screaming for his father and eldest brother.

At this moment, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded from behind him, and as soon as Fang Yuanshi turned his head, he saw a middle-aged scribe standing straight behind him. The man's robe seemed to have rolled in muddy water, and the dirt was completely unrecognizable, his face was pale and puffy, and his eyes were glowing with strange blood.

Fang Yuanshi was startled, his crying stopped, and he shouted, "Who are you!?"

The scribe turned his head strangely, tilted his neck to look at him, his chin raised to the side, but his eyes slanted downward, like the leash puppet he had seen outside the Zhuangzi on the mountain during the Lantern Festival.

Fang Yuanshi instinctively felt scared and took a step back in the direction of Daqing.

"Oil Zero...... Zero root ......" The scribe opened his mouth, but it reminded Fang Yuanshi of the fool in the neighboring village, as if he had something in his mouth. Even though he still felt horrible, he still found it a little funny.

"You go away, there's nothing you want. Fang Yuanshi said boldly.

The scribe turned his face to Daqing again, "West, West, new life...... Okay, hehe, good!"

After he finished speaking, his body suddenly moved, and he pounced on Daqing's side, and his hands stretched forward, turning into sharp blades and piercing Daqing's bulging abdomen.

"Moo!" Daqing screamed loudly.

"You!What are you doing!?" Fang Yuanshi stepped forward to pull him away, grabbed the scribe's tattered sleeve, and pulled it hard, but he actually ripped off half of the other party's clothes. Revealing the scribe's naked back, at a glance, Fang Yuanshi was almost frightened and fainted, "Ghost, ghost, you're a ghost!"

The man had a huge wound on his back more than three fingers wide, from his right shoulder to his left hip, and his whole body was divided in half diagonally. The wound was a red color, constantly tumbling and surging, and it seemed to be an endless sea of blood, and thousands of ghosts were constantly crying and struggling.

Fang Yuanshi was directly so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, and he couldn't lift any more strength in his body. I watched as streams of blood poured out of the scribe's body, flowing down his arms and into Daqing's abdomen.

The cow neighed and screamed in great pain, but could not move at all.

"New, new," the scribe said with a creepy dry laugh, word by word, "I, want, live, I want, live...... Su, Sun, Bai, Shen, Shi, Qing, Chen, Shiqing, Chen, I, want, kill, kill, kill, kill......, kill,

Suddenly the voice stopped abruptly, and then it became sharp, with countless rumbling echoes, and the scribe did not know who he was talking to: "No, fool! Murphy! He is the most important thing! Tinder! He is Tinder! Find him, find Murphy, eat him! Eat him! Eat him and I will be back...... Remember!Murphy!" said the scribe, pulling out a hand and pulling out some strange metal fragments from a bag around his waist, "Mangshan! go to Mangshan first!Then find Murphy!Remember, fool! You can only be resurrected if you find him!"