chatted all the way back to Fuxing Garden, Zhou Qi felt that Shao Zhuo's mother was a gentle and chatty woman, and she was really a happy family.

However, after entering the community, when they were about to part ways, Shao Zhuo suddenly returned the bag containing the crossbow arrows to him.

Zhou Qi was stunned, "What are you doing for me?" ”

"Don't."

“？？？”

Zhou Qi's face was full of question marks, but when he came back in a daze, Shao Zhuo's family walked away.

Zhou Qi scratched his head, "What's wrong?" Did I say the wrong thing? ”

"Or is he angry with me because he had a conflict with his mom and I talked to his mom for too long?"

"There is a possibility ...... this"

"This guy is too stingy."

……

The sun is scorching.

The sun scorched the cracked earth.

The sky was clear, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and as far as the eye could see, there was a dry crack.

This is the riverbed.

The cracked riverbed is littered with tattered fishing nets, garbage and fish carcasses.

The blazing high temperature directly wiped out any bacteria at the right temperature, and the fish corpses were preserved intact, which made Zhou Ping know that it was not low temperature that could preserve fossils, but high temperature.

In this era, people dug up ancient relics from the Himalayas and Antarctic glaciers, so in the next era, can lifelike air-dried fossils be dug up directly from the soil?

"How can I ...... here?"

Zhou Ping looked around suspiciously, the open riverbed was looking through, there was no shady place, he was exposed to the fiery sun, the scorching sun made him unable to open his eyes, even if he squinted, he felt very painful.

Thirsty lips, hot throat, hot skin, not a trace of sweat......

I don't know how I got here, Zhou Ping can only walk towards the shore.

The hot sun burned his back like hot red iron, and he was actually wearing only a T-shirt, his arms and neck were exposed, and he was tanned red and black, as if he was going to burn in the next second.

The heat flow in the air was so dense that breathing was a problem, and farther afield, on the shore, there were only rotten dead trees, no people, no living creatures, no wind.

Finally ran to the shore, Zhou Ping was so dehydrated that he almost fainted, not only his lips were thirsty, but even his throat and the stomach linked to his throat were so thirsty that he was wailing.

He hurried to climb up.

But everything on the shore was even more shocking, all the grass and plants on both sides of the street were withered yellow, the asphalt was scorched, cracked, and exploded by the scorching sun, and even the street lamps were bent over on their stomachs, and the outer layer of material was piled up like candles at the foot of the lamp, paralyzed into a sewage-like mixture.

All kinds of strange pungent smells came, and Zhou Ping struggled forward.

Suddenly, he finally saw a house in front of him.

There is probably water in the house.

Zhou Ping thought so and walked quickly towards the room.

He knocked on the door.

The door opened, and there was an old man who was about to rot, his face wrinkled denser than the cracked riverbed, and his skin and flesh drooped on his chin, as if he was about to be sunburned.

The refreshing coolness in the room made Zhou Ping feel more comfortable than ever.

"Come in."

The old man didn't say anything, and directly invited Zhou Ping in.

Zhou Ping walked into the room gratefully, this room was very small, maybe less than ten square meters, two women and several children squatted in the corner, staring at him with burning eyes, making Zhou Ping shudder.

Zhou Ping stood at the door without moving, vigilant, but enjoying the redemptive coolness of the room, the old man was busy with something on the countertop with his back turned around.

Zhou Ping still spoke with difficulty, "Is there water?" ”

"Yes." The old man's voice came faintly, like a strange cry from the deep valley and hell, and what was even more strange was that after he finished saying this, several people squatting in the corner revealed crazy hungry eyes, staring at Zhou Ping fixedly, as if Zhou Ping was a prey.

What a spooky place.

Drink the water and leave.

He thought so.

The old man was still busy, his hands were moving rhythmically, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

Perhaps Zhou Ping's behavior was not too controlled, and he couldn't help but walk over curiously.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Ping saw it.

The old man was sharpening his knife.

A kitchen knife stained with rust and mixture, rubbed by his mottled old hands, the blade reflecting a sharp cold light.

The old man's eyes also glowed with a strange light.

Swish!

The knife stabbed into Zhou Ping's abdomen in an instant, and before Zhou Ping could react, he felt weak all over his body, and lost control of his limbs, he thought that he must have looked at the old man's triumphant smile with a stunned and shocked face, he took half a step back, gasping for breath, and blood suddenly gushed out from the knife edge in his abdomen.

Dada-da.

The sound of messy footsteps was the two women and children in the corner scrambling to take out a white porcelain bowl and run to him to pick up his blood.

The white porcelain bowl was filled with red blood in an instant, and the women and children scrambled to drink his blood.

Blood stained their clothes and faces.

Zhou Ping looked at all this in horror, and he didn't know where the strength came from, he suddenly pushed everyone away, covered his wounds and rushed out of the door.

The scorching heat wave hit again, but this time it gave Zhou Ping more strength, and he fled the house and ran into the distance.

Ahead was an endless decay, Zhou Ping glanced back, good guy, I don't know where a large group of people appeared, each with a white porcelain bowl in their hands, and was chasing him fiercely.

Zhou Ping sighed in his heart, and he also saw someone lying on the ground, sucking the blood he had dripped into the soil with his mouth.

Zhou Ping ran forward like crazy, but when he ran to the end, it turned out to be a cliff.

At the bottom of the cliffs, the river receded, revealing a hideous reef that resembles the sharp teeth of a carnivore.

And the chasing person is getting closer and closer, crazy to the point that it seems to devour Zhou Ping alive, Zhou Ping has no choice, he looked at the bottom of the cliff, he would rather fall to his death than be devoured alive by life, at least death is a matter of an instant.

Rumble!

Zhou Ping had no choice but to jump.

The strong sense of weightlessness and the terrifying sense of loss from his feet made Zhou Ping wake up suddenly.

As far as the eye can see, it is a snow-white ceiling in the dark.

There was a comfortable warmth in the quilt, and the air conditioner was turned on in the unfamiliar bedroom, and the temperature was just right, but a layer of hot sweat appeared on Zhou Ping's forehead and neck.

It turned out to be just a dream.

"Why are you having nightmares again......"

The last time I had a nightmare was when he was still working on a construction site.

Zhou Ping took a few deep breaths, lifted the quilt, turned over, and kept rubbing his forehead with his hands, the clear scene in the dream and the numb feeling of his scalp made him still feel immersive, this dream is too weird.

Originally, Zhou Ping didn't pay much attention to it, but suddenly, he sat up as if he was dying, and his whole body froze.