Feeling his body, he frowned.

The internal force in the body disappeared completely, and the dantian was also in an undeveloped state.

Just now, he tried to take the bloodstained shovel, but the shovel only shook a little, and he didn't pick it up.

It may even be that he lost his balance because he was moved, and the shovel even fell directly at the end of the shovel.

It was only with both hands that he barely held on to the shovel and pushed it back into its original position.

This can prove that the physical fitness of the elimination at this time is extremely poor, and the strength can be said to be slightly equal to nothing.

And it may be because the wound on the back of the head has not healed yet, just holding the shovel, the wound on the back of the head begins to ache faintly, and even the whole head feels swollen for a while.

The ground in front of me was undulating like an earthquake, one foot high and one foot low, giving people the feeling of stepping on waves.

The earth was still at his feet just now, but in the blink of an eye, he had already come to him, which made him dare not take a step, so he could only reluctantly hold on to the wall next to him, cover his head and squat on the ground a little bit.

After waiting for a while, the world in front of me slowly returned to normal.

Never know, such a violent vertigo must be caused by a wound on the head.

It may have been during that attack that the body had injured some vital organs, which caused him to occasionally lose his sense of balance.

This situation may not be a problem in normal times, but if you want to do something important, this hidden danger can take your life at any time.

But there is nothing he can do now, with his identity, he is definitely not qualified to see a doctor, so he can only stiffen up.

How long can it last, how long can it last?

Thinking about it this way, there are only two possibilities for the owner of this body.

Either the owner of this body died after being hit hard, and survived tenaciously with serious injuries, no one to take care of them, no food and water, and no medical measures.

Either the owner of the body died under the shovel in that blow, and then the tomb randomly teleported his soul into the body.

It's good that I have been a life and death soul for a period of time, and I can't see that this so-called becoming a person is actually closer to a soul play.

His soul is extracted and thrown into a virtual body image, and then he uses his identity to act and do things within the rules set by the tomb.

As for whether the role you play is the first or the second, it depends on whether you are playing the owner of this dream or an irrelevant passerby.

Such a model is very much in line with the characteristics of the abyss.

Obviously, I guessed correctly.

This so-called tomb is an abyss hidden in the Red Willow Slope.

But it is a little strange to put an end to it, if this abyss is willing, he can spread to the entire Hongliupo at any time, and even to the castle tower.

If this abyss wants to be hidden, he can even appear in front of people without being discovered by them.

But why did he choose such a position that is neither big nor small, neither yin nor yang?

If you want to talk about concealment, everyone in the entire dark alley knows everything about it, and if you want to say obvious, he is hidden in the dark alley again.

Such a contradictory way of doing things makes Que Wai a little confused.

But the matter has come to this point, and there is no way to stop thinking about it.

At this time, it is important to find a way to restore your physical health.

With his physical fitness to not even hold a shovel, it may be unknown whether the door in the house can be opened.

What's more, he is still injured.

Putting an end to the door, he put his hand on the door and pushed it hard.

Not surprisingly, the door didn't move, not even shake.

This makes the end a little incomprehensible, this house is broken and there is no appearance of being able to live in it, but this gate is unexpectedly strong.

Judging by the firmness of this door, it should have been tied with a latch outside the National People's Congress, and it is estimated that a lock was hung.

The child was seriously injured and lay at home waiting to die, but the door was locked tightly.

Coupled with the murder weapon in the room, this made him wonder a little about the relationship between the owner of the house and the original owner of this body.

Would a person with normal views really treat his children like this?

The door wouldn't open, the window was locked, and the only way to do it was to turn around and search the room.

The house was small, with only a low kitchen except for the bedroom where he had just woken up.

The kitchen stove is actually the same as the ondol in the bedroom, and the ondol in the bedroom can be heated up when the kitchen is cooking on fire.

This is a very common design, and such a structure is more firewood-saving.

Do not squat in front of the stove, there is no ash in the stove pit, and a few ashes are located in the innermost part of the fire pit, even imperceptible.

"It seems that this family hasn't cooked on a fire for a long time." Don't think about it.

Generally, there are only a few possibilities for this situation of not firing for a long time.

One is that the house is not used for living, but as a cage.

In this case, the body is not the original director of the house, but the livestock that is kept in it.

But judging by the layout of the bedroom, the boy's parents apparently also lived here.

Captive a child may be common in the cannibalistic Western Regions, but it's unlikely that two adults will be imprisoned.

Another possibility is that the family is so lazy that they don't even want to eat.

Although the poor are suffering, they still have to cook on the fire.

No one is a god, how can they not need to eat?

But lazy people are different, some eat a bite, lie down if they don't have to eat, and even the fat pig pushes under their bed and doesn't bother to get out of bed and kill the pig.

When eating, they begged from side to side, or even simply splashed and rolled in the restaurant, and they didn't leave if they didn't eat.

It's all possible for a lazy person to do it.

Don't push open the lid on the stove, and immediately be so smoked by the stench coming from inside that you can't open your eyes.

He crouched on the ground and retched repeatedly, the smell of the pot making him dizzy.

The smell of the strange man before was disgusting, but at least it could be described.

But the smell in this pot is so bad that words can't describe it.

I didn't want to stay in the kitchen anymore, and I didn't even bother to close the lid of the pot, and I ran out of the kitchen with a rolling belt.

Running to the door, putting an end to gasping for air, this is a little bit of recovery.

What kind of person is this, how can he be so sloppy?

What kind of cooking is this? Why don't you want to clean?

Isn't this raising Gu in a pot!

Although I don't know what's in the pot, when I bowed my head just now, I saw the figure of white porridge faintly from the lump of white and yellow in the pot, full of lush hair, and even thicker than the hair on the heads of some middle-aged people.

I can't be sure, after all, the white porridge really doesn't look so "wonderful".

If he hadn't seen a few grains of rice inside, he wouldn't have dared to guess this thing in terms of food.

As soon as I thought of the appearance of that lump of things, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach again, and I fell on the ground and retched again.

The reason why it is retching is because it seems that he has not eaten for several days, there is no food in his stomach, and nothing can be vomited if he wants to.

How can there be such lazy people in the world?

I don't understand it.

However, this proves the anti-conjecture that the couple who lived with the boy were indeed a pair of lazy men.

It's even lazy to the point of crying ghosts and gods.

But when one problem is solved, more follow.

Most of the civilians in the Western Regions have a common idea of having more children and having more children, and it is expected that this couple should be no exception.

If this is the case, then will the couple really only have one child?

But after thinking about it seriously, judging from the style of this pair of lazy men, maybe this matter is really fine.

It's a miracle that they even have a boy.

Another question is, where are the couples now gone, since they have become lazy like this?

Normally, if it weren't for any major incidents, people like them who could raise Gu with white porridge wouldn't have gone out.

And also left for so long.

This shows that they should have something urgent to do, and this urgency is related to the boy.

I still want to look for some clues, but although the bedroom is dirty and messy, there are many small animals, but there are no extra clues at all.

Maybe there will be some clues in the kitchen, but I really don't have the courage to go to the kitchen again.

The smell is so ...... Vomit!

At this time, the elimination is actually in a state of nothing to do.

I wanted to get out, but the gate was locked.

It is really not courageous to go to the kitchen to find clues.

If you want to treat yourself, let alone medicine, you don't even have a little food.

Not to mention improving physical strength, even sustaining life without food is a fantasy.

Just when there was nothing to be done, suddenly, a sound seemed to come from the position of the gate.

That's when the key opens the lock.

Someone's back!

Don't be surprised, the best way now is definitely to lie back in bed and pretend to sleep.

But the rancid smell of the room would obviously reveal the fact that he had woken up.

But if you want to hide in the house, this room is too small, and there is no place to hide.

The people outside also seemed to smell the smell inside the house, and the speed of unlocking was obviously a little faster.

After the lock was removed, there was a creaking latch.

Stop your eyes from wandering, and look for a place to hide in every corner of the house.

Beads of sweat rained down from his sideburns, and he couldn't avoid it.

With a gara, the latch reset.

Squeak.

The door opened.