The night, once again, became silent. On the inky night, the silver glow of the bright moon gradually swayed, outlining mysterious characters overhead. And constantly spreading, distorting.

An old man in white emerged, without warning, without a sound.

A seat in white, the wind fairy is arrogant. The smell of blood had not yet dissipated, and the torn corpses were still bleeding. The old man was speechless, quietly looking at the collapsed ruins and the devastated land. "This great wilderness is becoming more and more unpeaceful. The old man sighed.

"Funny little guy, I almost didn't even notice it. The old man smiled and looked at the collapsed ruins in the distance. With a flicker, the old man appeared in front of the ruins, and the ruins of huge houses rose strangely into the air and suspended around the old man.

Beneath the hollow of the earth, a child in his teens lay quietly. The rise and fall of his chest was so faint that he couldn't detect it, and I guess this was the reason why the child was able to avoid the perception of the beast. Now he is no different from a dead man. The old man stood quietly on the edge of the hollow, looking curiously at the bloodied child.

If you look closely, you'll see. The blood soaked in the earth seemed to be flowing slowly, all in the direction of the child, slowly flowing. A faint mist of blood formed around the child's body. As it enters the body between exhales and breaths, and as the blood mist is absorbed, the child's breathing seems to become more forceful. It's small, but it's increasing.

The old man looked at the child and couldn't help but draw a curvature at the corner of his mouth, "His grandmother's, there is still this kind of physique." Count your boy's life big. The old man touched his beard and walked into the hollow. The silver rune of Xuan Ao appeared again, shining with a little light. The intricacies were imprinted on the children's bodies, and they were so beautiful that they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"I don't know, what kind of excitement you will bring to the Great Wilderness. The old man looked at the full moon in the sky and couldn't help but sigh. "His grandmother's, it's hypocritical when she's old, why am I such a girl. The old man was scratching his head nervously, very different from the mysterious appearance just now.

The old man disappeared with a flash of silver light, and the suspended ruins once again completely covered the child's figure. After the old man left, the blood around the child became thicker and thicker, and his breathing became stronger and stronger, gradually condensing into a bright red blood cocoon. Wrapped in a child's body. ........

Time flies, and it has been three years in the blink of an eye.

The early morning of the great wilderness is always exceptionally refreshing, and the early morning sun is like the cry of a girl, awakening the slumber of the earth. Lush ancient trees, green trees and verdant vines. A gray figure flashed, bringing up a cloud of dust. It was a teenager, dressed in tattered gray clothes. Bronzed skin, simple short hair, and rich eyebrows make the still somewhat childish face look particularly energetic.

The serious eyes make people feel that this fourteen-year-old boy has the composure of disobedience and age. At this time, he was hunched over the ground, running at an incredible speed. The combination of hands and feet looks like a tiger and a monkey. He nimbly accelerated with the help of one tree after another, kicked his feet on the trunk of the tree, and his body burst out of the air like an arrow. Ferociously rammed into a deer that was tearing at the corpse of its prey.

When Hualu reacted, the boy had already flown in front of him. Holding his head and bending his knees, in a blink of an eye, the boy shrank into a ball and rolled rapidly and flew under Hualu's crotch and came to the other side of Hualu. As soon as he touched the ground, the young man almost touched the ground and turned around again and rushed to the bottom of Hualu. The bony dagger on his leg was pulled out and stabbed heavily in Hualu's abdomen. Hualu howled fiercely in pain, swaying around, and constantly trampling on his limbs, trying to trample the boy into flesh.

The young man hugged Hualu's forelimbs, stretched out his right hand, and held the dagger and kept stabbing Hualu's upper body. Hualu continued to suffer pain and struggled to twist his body, trying to shake off the boy on his body, and his strong hind limbs kept kicking but helpless. The hideous and sharp pair of antlers kept swinging, but they couldn't reach the boy hanging on his forelimbs.

The young man's feet were crossed, the joints of his left hand had already turned blue, and his red face was full of hideous green tendons. No matter how Hualu jumped and ran, the boy never let go, and the dagger in his right hand kept stabbing into Hualu's body. The deer ran rapidly, stretched out its forelimbs, and slammed straight into a boulder. The wild beasts of the Great Wilderness are not lacking in ruthlessness, and the young man is not surprised when he sees Hualu's practice of sacrificing his legs to save his life.

The right hand decisively let go of the dagger, grabbed the fur of Hualu's upper body, and swung it hard. Then he rose into the air, opened his arms like an eagle, and wrapped his arms around Hualu's neck, and his feet were folded and hung in front of Hualu like a spirit monkey branch.

Hualu's forelimbs kicked heavily on the boulder, and the boulder shattered in an instant, and Hualu's forelimbs were also bloody, revealing white bones. Hualu screamed and shook her head, and fell to the ground in a frenzy. tried to crush the boy to death, but the boy didn't let go and fell to the ground with Hualu.

The huge force shook the boy's hand, and the boy snorted, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The landed boy immediately pounced on Hualu, pressed Hualu's head with his body, and before he had time to get up, his right hand was raised high and punched his neck. Hualu was already injured, and he ran all the way and lost his strength from bleeding. Coupled with the discomfort of limping one leg,

Hualu didn't stand up for a while, the young man shouted frantically, and the fist in his right hand was faster than a punch, and all of it landed on Hualu's neck. Without stopping, Hualu kept coughing up blood, and I don't know how many punches he swung before the struggle under his body gradually stopped.

The boy propped himself up, sat cross-legged on the ground and coughed, mouthfuls of blood gushing out. Obviously, Hualu's struggle caused the boy to suffer a lot of injuries. Shaking to his feet, the boy picked up the dagger he had just thrown down beside the gravel, skillfully peeled off the skin of the deer, wrapped in the cut piece of meat and quickly disappeared into the jungle. There was no way to take most of Hualu's corpses away.

Greed, in the great wilderness, has to pay the price of blood.