On a hillside, a few young people stood on the top of the slope, looking around.

There are quite a few mutated beasts at the bottom of the mountain, which are foraging for food.

Fang Lan was also among them, and Fang Lan's cultivation was the highest among the people.

The task that the group received was an exchange task, and they communicated with the young martial artists of another city, Anping City.

When many surrounding cities were carrying out a series of difficult tasks around the ruins, Fang Lan chose to avoid them, not wanting to attract attention, so he chose such a leisurely task.

The other young people were basically beginner-level martial artists, and Fang Lan, a high-level martial artist, was unique, but the others didn't know Fang Lan's true strength, because he was too young, and the identity of the martial artist surprised them.

"Fang Lan, this time when you go to Anping City, you will inevitably have to have a fight with the young martial artists there, remember to be careful when you arrive. The nominal captain of the team, Ming En, told Fang Lan.

Fang Lan was a little surprised: "Could it be that someone would be ruthless?"

"The competition of several cities is within the allowable range, anyway, you remember to be careful. Mingen patted Fang Lan on the shoulder.

Fang Lan nodded, indicating understanding.

Waiting for the mutant beasts to leave, the group continued to rush towards Anping City.

Anpyeong Fortress is about the same size as Hanyang Castle, but it is more prosperous than Hanyang Castle, and everyone also regards this mission as an additional tour.

Fang Lan glanced back.

Someone must have started following in my footsteps.

Fang Lan had an inexplicable smile on his face.

......

Hanyang City.

A faint fishy smell mixed with the rain fell to the ground, and the hustle and bustle of the city calmed in the rain.

Looking up at the sky, the darkness of the night is deep.

Wang Meng bent his back and struggled to walk, coughing as he sorted the garbage from the garbage heap into a dilapidated garbage truck.

There are also a lot of goodies in the garbage heap.

Sometimes, Wang Meng would also take some of the contents of the garbage heap home. It is also a blessing for him to find valuable garbage.

Wang Meng shook his head and pushed the garbage truck to the next garbage heap. There was a certain smell of disgust in the eyes around him, and Wang Meng was used to it, and he would always ignore these disgusted glances.

If you don't ignore it, what can you do?

There were fragmentary voices coming from the side.

"This beggar is really industrious, it seems that his name is Wang Meng. ”

"Heh, he'll be able to pick up garbage too......"

"In this world, if you don't have the ability, you can only pick up garbage, which is worse than waste, and waste can still go out of the city as bait......"

“......”

Wang Meng sang in his heart to calm his mood.

Sometimes Wang Meng will have a faint sadness in his heart. But this kind of affection will soon disappear, because it is pointless, it is better to run a few more garbage heaps, and maybe find something useful.

More often than not, Wang Meng would think if he was also a martial artist. Then you can go outside the city and fight the mutant beasts, instead of staying in the city and living like the walking dead......

Relative to this dead silence calm. Wang Meng felt that he preferred to fight between life and death.

However, his health is too poor. It's even worse than the average ordinary person, and going outside the city is completely to deliver rations to the mutant beasts.

Until he found a new way, Wang Meng didn't want to engage in this senseless fight with the mutated beasts. Or maybe it's because I'm still afraid of death in my heart.

However, Wang Meng's heart was always full of hope, hoping that one day his body would be able to exercise well, become a martial artist, and kill those mutated beasts that threatened humans.

But Wang Meng was congenitally weak. If you want to have a warrior's suzhì, it is difficult to climb to the sky.

Wang Meng has always been looking for a way to become a martial artist, and the only thing he can think of at the moment is to save money to hire a real martial artist to teach martial arts, but with his ability to make money. This goal will take a long time to achieve.

Wang Meng is now alone, living at the bottom of Hanyang City.

Wang Meng returned to a hut, which was a little dark, and there was a musty smell in the house, and he took out a loaf of bread and ate it, which was his supper.

As he ate his bread, he pulled out a book from a drawer.

This is a novel, which has survived from the pre-apocalyptic era, and Wang Meng picked it up from the garbage heap, and Wang Meng spends his time watching the novel when he is bored.

The novel is fantasy, about immortals, Wang Meng has heard that there are many such novels in the pre-apocalyptic era, and there are even doomsday novels.

If they know that one day the end will come, they don't know how they feel. Wang Meng smiled faintly, his eyes browsing through the novel.

Wang Meng is very envious of the characters in the novel, who have magical powers, and he often wonders if he can change the world if he has such powers.

Wang Meng didn't know how powerful the Martial God was, but Wang Meng knew that even the Martial God couldn't change the damn doom.

Wang Meng sighed and laughed at himself, he was just a little person who cared about something.

In fact, there is only one novel, but more than 200,000 words, and there is a thirteen written on it, Wang Meng guessed that this is the thirteenth book, and there are twelve more books in front of it.

In the thirteenth book, the protagonist has cultivated into an immortal, with incredible power, killing immortals and destroying gods, and is invincible.

After dinner, Wang Meng lay on the hard bed to rest, thinking about things. He does it every day.

The next morning, Wang Meng got up and continued to pick up garbage.

After a night of rain, the air in the city became a little fresher, and Wang Meng sniffed and felt a little refreshed.

There was still some faint smell of blood in some places, and Wang Meng knew that it was because some warriors had come back from killing mutant beasts outside and were washed away by the rain.

It is also difficult for a martial artist to survive, it is precisely because of knowing this that Wang Meng does not have much resentment in his heart, even a martial artist is not at ease, unless he is a truly powerful martial artist, and he has reached the level of a martial artist to live a little satisfied.

But compared to the entire human race in the apocalyptic world, they are struggling to survive in danger.

Wang Meng passed by a street corner and his eyes were attracted by the foot of the wall, where there was a symbol.

The symbol looked old, but Wang Meng knew that there was absolutely no such symbol here before.

Could it be the contact symbol of which force?

Wang Meng thought to himself, looking at the symbol carefully. The symbol is like a word, Wang Meng doesn't know how many words, but from the appearance, Wang Meng feels that this word seems to mean a call.

Wang Meng was stunned, how do I feel as if I know the meaning of this symbol.

Wang Meng shook his head, put this matter behind him for the time being, and walked towards his destination.

Later, however, Wang Meng found similar symbols at the foot of other walls.

If it's a contact symbol, that's too much. Wang Meng felt strange. It's not like he hasn't seen the contact symbols, but he didn't want to be so dense, as if they were just for people to see.

Wang Meng was puzzled. I always felt that these symbols were telling him something.

With doubts, Wang Meng began his day's work.

His job is simple, it is to sort the garbage, in short, to dispose of the garbage and keep the surrounding area tidy. After all, people need to live in a clean environment.

Wang Meng feels that his work is also very important. Although many people don't think so.

Soon evening came, and the day's work was over.

Wang Meng was a little worried. He felt as if the symbols he saw were influencing him. Let him go somewhere.

It was rare for Wang Meng not to return to the hut in advance today, but to walk around with his feelings.

Wang Meng was just walking around, his body was poor, and he would feel tired after walking for a while, so every time he stopped, he would feel very confident, and he thought about the symbols he saw. So there was a strange feeling in his heart, which made him see the direction he was going.

The place where the symbol is sensed is actually not far away, Wang Meng still searched for a long time to find it, and it was already midnight when he found it. There were no people on the streets, maybe they were resting, or they were cultivating.

Wang Meng, a person dressed like a beggar, would not attract anyone's attention.

Wang Meng came to an abandoned house, a house before the end of the world, because the abandonment was too strict, so no one came to live in it, and no one was interested in it.

Wang Meng also came to the abandoned house in front of him, and found one or two very good garbage, he didn't remember what would be here, and he was a little hesitant to go in, but he was actually afraid.

Wang Meng walked into the room and walked around the room, but he didn't find anything abnormal, but he felt very strong in his heart and knew that the place with those symbols was here.

He felt that what had happened today was strange, that those symbols would lead him to such a place. He felt that it was quite like the plot of a novel, and it was precisely because he had some kind of fantasy in his heart that Wang Meng insisted until midnight, otherwise he should have had a good rest at this time and worked hard for the next day's work.

Just the symbols gave him a sense of intuition in his heart, which also greatly aroused Wang Meng's interest, he felt that this place was not simple, maybe there was something surprising to him.

After a careful search in the house, Wang Meng leaned down and found lines as strange as symbols on the ground, Wang Meng swept away the surrounding debris and saw a picture with a diameter of half a meter.

The lines of a drawing are very similar to the lines that make up a symbol, and they should be the same. Wang Meng was a little excited in his heart.

Wang Meng studied the picture carefully, there was no strange feeling in his heart, even if he recalled the symbols he saw, the picture did not react, Wang Meng didn't know if he wanted internal qi to stimulate the picture, but he was just an ordinary person, and he didn't even have a trace of internal qi.

After studying for most of the day to no avail, Wang Meng felt very frustrated, and had a feeling of disillusionment, and at this time he realized that he was very concerned about this matter.

After more than an hour, Wang Meng left the abandoned house, looked back reluctantly, and he went back.

It's getting late today, and he needs to hurry up and rest.

Back at the hut, Wang Meng was still thinking about what the picture was for, he recalled the picture in his mind, and at the same time recalled the symbols, and time passed like this.

Nothing changed, and Wang Meng gradually fell asleep.

Wang Meng woke up, remembered what happened yesterday, looked around, showed a disappointed expression on his face, and he regained his energy to start a new day's work.

Whatever those symbols are, the work has to start over.

One day when picking up garbage, Wang Meng was still thinking about what happened yesterday, and he always felt that it must not be so simple, so he went to the foot of each wall again, went to see those symbols, and memorized them all. Then try to put them together in your mind.

A beggar-like figure walked across from him and greeted Wang Meng.

Wang Meng nodded.

This person is also a beggar, named Liu Da, who is in charge of another area, but sometimes he will come to meet Wang Meng and chat, the life of beggars is so boring, chatting with each other is also a kind of entertainment, after all, beggars are also friends.

"Hey Wang Meng. How's today's harvest?" Liu Da said idly.

Wang Meng said casually: "It's nothing." ”

"What are you looking at?" Liu Da noticed that Wang Meng was looking at the foot of the wall.

Wang Meng pointed to the symbol at the foot of the wall and asked Liu Da, "Do you know what this is?"

Liu Da also saw the symbol, frowned, and shook his head: "I don't know, it seems to be new." How, you know?"

Liu Da looked curious.

Wang Meng just shook his head: "There are several places where there are such symbols. I don't know what it is, do you know of any force that uses such symbols. ”

Liu Da said he didn't know. But equally interested in symbols. He muttered, "I don't know if my piece has these symbols." ”

Wang Meng's heart lit up, "Let's go, let's go and find it." ”

Seeing that Wang Meng was so positive, Liu Da also became interested, and shouted in his mouth: "Let's go and have a look." ”

The life of a beggar is very boring. When encountering similar things, I am often very interested, and I will explore and explore after work, although I have aroused the criticism of many martial artists, but I am still happy to die.

Relative to ordinary civilians. The status of the beggars is low, but because of the lowness, no one comes to deal with them. There are also beggars and the like, those with a little strength are all taken as warriors, who still comes to be beggars.

Besides, if the beggars are too powerful, they will be found to be abnormal, and they will not let a powerful person organize the beggars.

In the apocalyptic world, many things are not justified, and if you are not pleasing to the eye, you will not be discussed. Who will offend a warrior for the sake of a beggar!

The piece that Liu Da was in charge of was close to Wang Meng, and the two searched around at the foot of the wall, but they didn't find those strange symbols.

Wang Mengqi said: "Is it only me?" ”

Liu Da took Wang Meng to look for a long time, but he felt uninterested when he didn't find anything, and he didn't want to waste any more time.

"Okay, I still have to pick up the trash. Liu Da said boredly, and then left.

"You take your time. ”

Wang Meng looked disappointed and went back to his area, still remembering the picture in the abandoned house, so he went there again after the work was over.

Just like yesterday, the picture had not changed, Wang Meng looked around, searched for other clues, and almost turned the whole room over, he was so tired that he gasped.

But there was nothing unusual except for that painting, and today I was disappointed again.

On the third day, Wang Meng still went to see the painting, and on the fourth day, he spent many days studying the painting, and at the same time studying the symbols he saw.

Wang Meng didn't have much knowledge of himself, he didn't know what those symbols meant, but he just memorized them all in his head, and the same was true for the painting, and he combined the matches and pictures in his mind every day when he was empty.

Wang Meng has always felt that there must be a connection between symbols and pictures, otherwise it would not have caused him to have something similar to intuition.

Wang Meng is not stupid, knowing that symbols can make him intuitive, he knows that it must not be an ordinary thing, so he is so persistent in research.

Otherwise, how could he keep studying a picture that he couldn't get anything.

Sometimes it is in line with the combination of pictures, Wang Meng will have a strange feeling in his heart, as for what strange feeling he can't say, this situation is extremely subtle, but Wang Meng still feels it, and he will feel very excited about it.

But most of the time the conformity and the drawing did not bring any change.

The days have just passed, and today seems to be a little different.

It's not because Wang Meng discovered the connection between symbols and pictures, but because he found that his body was a little better than before, and he didn't have the feeling of weakness that he often felt.

Wang Meng was born weak, and after exertion, he would have a clear feeling and need to rest.

But lately he has been resting less and less, and it seems that he has not felt tired a lot of times, and at first his mind was focused on studying the drawings that fit them, and he did not find them.

But after all, it was his own body, even if his attention was no longer on the body, Wang Meng still noticed the abnormality, and his body was obviously better and no longer weak.

Realizing this, Wang Meng had a feeling of disbelief, feeling that happiness came so easily.

Wang Meng did not get dizzy, but knew more clearly that this must be in line with the picture, and as for how it was brought, he believed that he would definitely study it.

His health is gradually improving, which means that he can become a martial artist.

It's not that Wang Meng doesn't have a way to become a martial artist, he has seen superficial martial arts cheats from the garbage heap, and some of these martial arts cheats come from the pre-apocalyptic era, like big road goods.

In the past, I couldn't become a martial artist because my physique was too poor, and I couldn't stand it if I exercised a little, and I would even faint, and I couldn't improve my physical physique through the method of martial arts, so I couldn't become a martial artist.

But now that the body has improved, there is also a chance.

Wang Meng's heart was so excited, he didn't fall asleep that night, and he was thinking about how to become a martial artist all night.

However, Wang Meng's physical condition has only improved, and it is not very strong, so Wang Meng studied symbols and drawings every day as before, and sure enough, as he expected, his body has become better and better, and he has completely lost the feeling of weakness.

After his health improved, Wang Meng's work became easier, and he had more time to study symbols and drawings.

Wang Meng didn't think he was qualified to become a martial artist now. He believes that the opportunity for this qiē is in symbols and pictures, and if the secrets can be unlocked, the benefits will be even greater. (To be continued......)