Both the demon clan and the human race were looking at the neatly arranged corpses on the wasteland, as well as the crazy boy.

No one knew how long the boy would be in the wasteland, but he hadn't left since that day.

It was as if the wasteland had become his home.

The battle between the two clans stopped because of this young man, and for a few days, a dozen days, the tense atmosphere slowly faded.

There were far fewer people standing on the towers, most of them were fresh faces, who seemed to be curious about what was going on outside.

Most of them are some people in the rivers and lakes.

Chen Zhenghai stood on top of the city tower, and after seeing this so-called fairy world, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It's really a tomb......

He let out a long sigh, and his heart had finally seen it.

In the past few days, it has been raining heavily on the wasteland, and the initial smell of blood and rancid has slowly been blown away.

The demon clan was stationed more than ten miles outside the wasteland and never left.

Both sides were looking at each other, and between what seemed to be calm, they were actually very nervous.

……

No matter the wind or rain, there will always be a figure standing on the tower.

Once Kikura was free, he would often stand on the tower of the castle and look at the mad boy on the wasteland.

He was always thinking about getting him back.

At first, people were scared of the boy, but then they became so accustomed to it that they would often call him crazy.

"The madman is talking to the corpse again."

"One day after another, that miserable laughter always kept me awake and gave me a terrible headache......"

"I don't know how long he'll be here."

"It's been a month, right?"

"I think there is."

After entering the Huai Order, it became more and more hot, and it rained several light rains one after another, which was extremely dull.

Looking up again, some bare bones could already be seen on the wasteland.

The crazy teenager seemed to be a little flustered.

It was as if he suddenly realized that they were all dead.

"What should I do if you're all gone?"

The young man muttered to the corpse that showed its bones, "Then no one will talk to me." ”

He was so troubled that he sat quietly on the moor for several hours, and it was rare that he did not make a fuss.

Until the bright moon rose, he couldn't suppress the annoyance in his heart, found a relatively complete corpse again, and began to speak.

"I'm so scared, I'm so cold."

He clasped his hands, and somehow shivered under the cold wind of that night.

In the moonlight, his face became more and more pale.

Time is running out.

Kikura looked at the shivering boy in the wasteland, and at this moment he could no longer bear the guilt in his heart.

He returned to the city and took a cloak.

Then you will go out of the city gates.

Old Scar reached out and stopped him.

Mucang gave him a cold look and said, "Lao Tzu is going out today!" No one is allowed to stop me! ”

"What are you doing with such a big fire?"

The old scar looked at him calmly and said, "Be careful." ”

Kikura's gaze lingered on him for a moment, and without saying a word, he took the cloak and walked out of the city.

For him, the road ahead is so long.

Kikura slowly approached the boy who was squatting and shivering on the wasteland.

until he stood in front of the boy.

The young man raised his head, and now his face was like a withered tree, and he was no longer human.

The fists under the sleeves of the wooden warehouse were clenched, and all kinds of guilt came to his heart.

He draped the cloak over the boy's body.

A little warmth leaned in.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the cloak on his body.

Kikura's lips trembled, and he said, "That's the only thing I can do for you." ”

The young man looked at him, but suddenly shouted sharply, "You are not from us!" I won't let you in here!! ”

"Get out of here!"

"Get out!"

The young man seemed a little excited, and a slight blood-red color appeared in his eyes.

Mucang was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, he lowered his head and said, "...... I'll just go. ”

He turned his head and walked back the way he came.

The boy's eyes were fixed on him, as if he was going to pounce on him in the next moment.

Kikura glanced back at him.

"I'll tell you on everyone's behalf."

"I'm sorry."

After saying this, he never looked back and left the place.

The thin young man's eyes slowly faded after he saw the man walk away.

He seemed to be in a much better mood.

He didn't care about the cloak he was wearing, and then squatted down in a daze.

"No one can break in, no one can ......"

The night was a little warmer.

But for the teenager, it doesn't seem to have half a role.

He buried his head in a heap, and just quietly enjoyed the peace.

For him, this is 'tranquility'.

……

In the blink of an eye, the Huaixu passed quietly, and the autumn wind blew into the wasteland.

By now, the wasteland was covered with bones.

The Divine Domain was lively.

There were many people in the rivers and lakes, and in the blink of an eye, there were nearly 10,000 warriors in this small divine domain.

Chen Zhenghai opened a blacksmith shop in the city, and often made weapons for people, mostly swords, and he never left after he came.

The sea of people rises and falls, and the sun and moon change in the city.

Now it's lively, but the original excitement is gone.

The door of the liquor store was closed, never opened again, and the shopkeeper could no longer be heard scolding.

But there is one more woman in the city who loves to drink.

The warriors who came to the Divine Domain heard that she was a dead man, so most people called her a widow, and few people knew what her surname was and what her name was, but every time she saw her, she was drunk.

There were swordsmen sitting around chatting and making fun of a passing widow.

"Widow, how am I doing with this sword?"

Du Aniang, who was holding the wine jar with a slightly red face, was confused, she turned her head to look at it, and said, "It's not as good as my man's play." ”

"You always say that your man is good, who is your man?"

Du A-Niang didn't seem to want to answer the question, she wasn't even interested in arguing with them, she just shook her head and left the place with a drink.

Since that time, she hasn't argued with anyone.

……

And in that bone-covered wasteland, the boy had no 'people' to talk to.

He seemed to be silent for a long time, and he stopped laughing miserably.

One day, he had piled up all the bones, and he sat in the middle, as if he were remembering his former 'friend,' or rather, it would make him look less lonely.

It is worth mentioning that he did not fall into that murderous bloodlust again during this time.

He sat like a stone among the bones, never moving.

Day after day, the seasons turn.

He's always there.