Outside the suburbs of Pingde and Qianyang, there is an abandoned farm, surrounded by a fence, and a greenhouse, near which there are two houses, both of which were built not long ago. In this shed, a few people were busy with something, apparently for vegetable cultivation, and a few chickens.

At this time, a familiar person outside was dealing with the zombies around the fence, that person looked familiar, wearing a cowboy hat, looking like a young man, holding a sword in his hand, that sword didn't look so orthodox, obviously made by himself.

The zombie lay on the fence weakly, the man put the corpse down, and then dragged the zombie to a pit not far away, the man threw the corpse into the pit with great difficulty, it was already full of corpses, it seemed that it was all done by men, the reason why the man did this was because there were more than a dozen people living on the farm, if the zombies around were not cleaned up on time, more zombies would be attracted to gather over, and over time they would break through the fence, it seemed that the man's job was like this, although it was dirty work and very tired, But the man felt that everyone was still alive and content.

It was getting late, the man lit a match, and a fire burned the corpses in the pit, the flames slowly extended, and the unpleasant smell came to his face, but the man was used to it, and the man kept staring at the burning flames, and slowly fell into the memory.

It has been months since that day, and those things that he experienced, the man cannot forget what happened that day, and that event has always been grudging in the man's heart, and even has an urge to take revenge. It seemed to him to be the most painful experience of his life, and now that everything was gone, he was back in the old days, and no one could threaten his life anymore.

The man knew that he couldn't think about it anymore, otherwise he would only worry more and more, and the man decided not to think about these troublesome things for the time being. The man lit the lighter, and he suddenly felt a burst of heat on his body, which was a feeling from the bottom of his heart, and the man smoked a cigarette and looked at the stars in the sky, and unconsciously muttered to himself.

"Liu Luofeng, I'm still alive, I don't know what your current situation is?"

The light of the flame shone on the man's face, and the man slowly took off his hat, and his black and shiny hair was flickering by the firelight, revealing a young and delicate face, and a small scar on his nose, this person was Li Xiao.

At this moment, Li Xiao suddenly heard his name called in the distance, Li Xiao stopped wandering here for a long time, Li Xiao threw away the cigarette in his hand, and walked back slowly.

The flames of the incinerated corpses slowly diminuted, leaving only a black fireball and a cloud of ashes.