The sky of the Eslodian continent has always been dull, like a veil-like mist, as if it has lasted forever in this continent, even in the season of the year when the sun should be the fullest, it is an extremely luxurious thing for those who live here.

However, compared to the constant sun in the sky, the blood moon hanging over the Eslodian continent was not affected by these fogs, especially on the night of the full moon, it was particularly large and round.

And the reason why it is called a blood moon is only because the color and brilliance of the moon are always blood red.

Especially tonight, when someone raised their heads and looked at the blood moon, in addition to feeling the endless chill, they felt extremely crazy.

Because I don't know why, tonight's blood moon gives people the feeling that it is dripping with blood, and it will wash over the entire land at any time, so that everyone who sees the blood moon at this moment is a little panicked and uneasy.

The blood moon hung high, revealing a strange blood-colored glow, and after reflecting the mist into a faint blood-color, it fell on this barren and desolate land.

The terrible roars of wild beasts and the long howls of hungry wolves seemed to indicate that this was going to be a restless night.

In fact, in ancient legends, the blood moon and weeping blood represent disaster and ominous, and once it appears, it is always accompanied by endless blood and fire!

Ancient legends are naturally not untargeted and fabricated out of thin air, but have a certain factual basis.

Just like the people in St. Ann's City who are looking at the blood moon at this moment, their eyes don't know that it is because they are under the moonlight, they seem to have a bloodthirsty light, and there is a faint inexplicable anger coming out.

And this bloodthirsty and hostile spirit seems to be contagious, and it will soon cover the city of St. Ann, and even the entire continent.

For a while, not only St. Ann's City, but the entire continent, under the influence of this bloodthirsty and aggressive spirit, I don't know how many bloodshed incidents have occurred.

Also, on this continent that seems to have been abandoned and abandoned by the Alliance, how many people living here, in addition to some native-born people, are not refugees who fled from the upper continent, or are extremely vicious?

It is precisely because of this that these people are constantly in conflict with each other on weekdays, and they often break their heads and bleed because of a trivial matter, not to mention that in such a special night, under the influence of special forces.

St. Ann's City is said to be a city, but in fact it is a compliment to it, and it can be said that within a radius of a hundred miles, there must be eight cities like this, if there are not ten.

And the reason why it is complimented is that it may be because it has a broken earthen wall on each of its four sides, and after the gate in the center of the earthen wall is closed, it can indeed give people a certain sense of security.

At the very least, the gates of the city gates, which were barely considered city gates, and the tattered earthen walls on all sides, could still withstand the onslaught of some wild beasts.

As for those beasts that can't be resisted, once they rush into the city, it can only be their own destiny, to see who is more unlucky and who is luckier.

There is no way, whoever lets the people living in this area, even on this barren and backward continent that has been abandoned, they can only be regarded as the lowest group of people.

In fact, being able to live is already the greatest luxury in the life of people living in this area, as for what kind of life to live? Who cares? Do you have time to care about these things?

It is true that such a city, such an area, can be said to be lacking, but there is no shortage of people who are dying of hunger.

A loaf of bread leading to a bloody case is a rare occurrence here, after all, even a piece of black bread that has begun to mold is an extremely luxurious food for many people here.

Here, there is not much difference between men and women, old people and children, age and gender, the only difference is whether you have value that can be used.

After all, the mining area outside the city is still very short of manpower, so as long as you still have the strength to go down to the mine and bring a certain amount of ore from underneath, you can still exchange it for a bowl of black, pungent and unpleasant soup mush.

And if you want to live a little better, and you can occasionally go to the tavern in the city and have a small glass of water that I don't know how much has been mixed with, and the ale that tastes a little sour, then you have to bring some relatively rare ore from the mine.

But unfortunately, even those strong and powerful men are not able to bring back that kind of ore every time they go down, so the tavern in the city has always been not very good, and it is very bleak.

The trash can at the back of the tavern was frequented and rummaged through much more often than the tavern was cared for.

The blood moon in the sky was already in the sky, and the night was naturally early, and a very thin boy was rummaging hard in that garbage can at the moment.

He was only about eight or nine years old, and his face was covered with mud and scabs, so that it would be extremely difficult for anyone to see his true face and his original appearance through the mud and scabs on his face.

Fortunately, with the few strips of cloth he wrapped around his body, and the strange smell emanating from his body, I am afraid that few people would be willing to stop and take a closer look to see what he was like.

He rummaged through the garbage can with a pair of thin little hands, not caring that his little hands, which had already been injured in many places, and even began to fester, were cut bloody again because of some glass shards.

There is no way, no one has let him have not eaten a little for almost five days, if he continues like this, he is likely to fall into some alley and stinky ditch at any time, and he will not be able to hold on to the rising of the constant sun tomorrow.

Not to mention anything else, just by trying to knock down the trash can as tall as the others just now, he was almost exhausted of his physical strength.

There seemed to be a little bit of Venus flying in the darkness in front of him, and he gasped for breath, not paying attention to the sour smell of the garbage can, how pungent and unpleasant it was.

However, contrary to his wishes, this has been baptized by others many times, but in the past, he could always find a little missing thing here, no matter how hard he tried, his eyes widened, and he did not miss any place, and he still found nothing.

At this moment, he is like a beast that has been hungry for a long time.

No, maybe a powerful beast may be more dignified than him at this moment!

However, the desire to survive made the little boy dare not give up in the slightest, so although his eyes had begun to show disappointment and sadness, he still kept rummaging.

Because this was probably the only place he could find a bite to eat tonight.

The wizened fingers were cut in multiple places again, and blood was sprinkled on the sour garbage, but he didn't realize it.

And in the process of rummaging, he has to raise his head from time to time to look around, always on guard against competitors who don't know where they will rush out.

Because there are so many children like him in this place, and with his current physical condition, it may be difficult for him to take advantage of other competitors of the same age.

He didn't want to find something and die before he could put it in his mouth when he was knocked in the head by a brick that came from nowhere.

This kind of thing has not happened before, because competition and scramble are a major law of survival here, and of course, this law also includes killing.

It was precisely because of the lessons he had seen before that the boy was still vigilant even if he was extremely hungry.

It is an innate instinct, or a habit and sensitivity that is acquired in this environment.

And perhaps it was this almost instinctive habit and acuity that allowed the boy to survive in such an environment.

Perhaps it was the providence of God, or perhaps the favor of God, that he was stuck in a crack in the deepest part of the trash can, and something the size of a fist caught his attention.

With an innate instinct, the boy was sure that it was half a sweet potato that had been eaten.

Although I don't know why such a half sweet potato was thrown here like a violent thing, but fortunately it was not found, and finally fell into his own hands.

Holding the half of the sweet potato in his hand as fast as he could, the boy glanced around quickly, and then, as if holding his own life, he stooped into the corner of the roadside.

It was the route he often walked, and in the previous process he had already confirmed that there should be no second there.

Curled up in the corner of the wall, ignoring the fact that the outside of the half of the sweet potato was already full of dirt, the boy only carefully tore off a little of his appearance, and then swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva again and again.

The sweet potato had been stuck at the bottom of the trash can for a long time, and some places had already begun to rot, but after removing those rotten parts and taking a bite, the boy's face looked as if he was enjoying the most delicious thing in the world.

Half a sweet potato the size of a fist was not big, and after removing the rotten and moldy places, the parts that could barely be eaten became even smaller, but in the boy's eyes, that sweet potato was so worth cherishing that after realizing that his first bite seemed to be a little too big, his eyes couldn't help but show a touch of distress and anger.