Mountains and rivers of ancient countries, Kyushu wilderness.

At a glance, there are no people for hundreds of miles, thousands of miles of scorched earth, thousands of acres of barrenness, mountains and forests, and dead trees...... Tragedy is unfolding.

Between heaven and earth, the earth is white smoke, the lakes and rivers are dry, the roads are cracked, and the grass and trees are bleak. The beasts are wailing, the birds are wailing, and there are bones everywhere.

In the world, hunger is everywhere, and the walking dead are gone. On the rotting corpses, maggots surged. Next to Heng Chen's corpse, the people kept shouting.

……

Purgatory on earth, nothing more than that.

At this moment, a scrawny young man crawled in from a distance, he walked with difficulty, gritted his teeth and persevered. Every step he took was as difficult as climbing to the sky.

His lips were unusually chapped, and he opened his mouth slightly, as if he was on fire. He couldn't crawl anymore, and tried to open his mouth to call for help, but scarlet blood suddenly oozed from the chapped part of his lips, and he kept baring his teeth in pain.

He cried silently, wanted to cry without tears, and the misery in his heart made him unable to breathe. He couldn't help but feel sad from the bottom of his heart, and closed his eyes in despair.

"Come, drink some water" A lovely voice suddenly sounded softly in his ears. The voice was so gentle and kind, so melodious, like the most beautiful music in heaven.

He opened his ears slightly, like a poor child who had lost his way, and was delighted to hear the voice of his beloved mother.

"Wow, goddess, so beautiful" When he also opened his eyes, a beautiful fairy with a charming smile appeared in front of him.

"Ouch......" He was awakened by the sound of his own pain, and it turned out to be a pebble rolling down his head, just hitting him in the head.

"What about the goddess? In a dream? He looked around, and was a little sentimental, he was hanging from an old pine tree.

The ancient pine tree, hanging above the cliff and hanging in the clouds, is like a dragon born out of nowhere, overlooking the secluded abyss at your feet.

He was in a daze, why was he hanging here awkwardly? What happened before?

He turned his head to look down at the bottomless cliff, and he couldn't help but feel worried, fearful, and afraid. He struggled to move, adjusting his stiff body, looking for a chance to save himself.

The dead branch that supported him snapped, and he fell straight down the cliff.

"Huh, huh" Suddenly two white rays of light shot out, and he instantly lost consciousness.

On the cliff, the silence is as usual.

"Coo, coo," he suddenly heard a strange sound.

He snapped open his eyes and saw an eagle owl flying above his head, and he was lying on a small pine tree in the sky.

This small pine tree, with its lush branches, stands obliquely on the cliff, like an eagle soaring in the sky with wings spread. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the small pine trees began to shake violently.

"It's over, it's doomed," he felt himself thrown by the little pine tree, and fell under the cliff.

At that moment, he saw two more rays of white light. Then, when he heard a whew, he fainted.

The next day, the morning sun shone on the valley, the clouds were steaming, the mist was rising, the spring water was tinkling, everything was awake, and the birds were singing.

The noisy woods, the lively valleys, like the advice of grandma, have awakened his ears.

He slowly opened his worried eyes and looked around. Here, it was a large cave, and the sunlight that was slanting in was shining warmly on his feet.

His shoes were gone, and his bare feet were breathing greedily for warmth.