I may have slept for too long, and I feel tired after sleeping too long, but compared to the tiredness of waking up this time, the tiredness of sleeping for too long is really nothing.

Then there is the feeling of terrible hunger.

I was so hungry that I couldn't think too much, and I felt like my body was being controlled by hunger, and I could eat anything.

Gotta get up and get something to eat. I'm so hungry.

I struggled as hard as I could, as if I had gotten up from a pile of grass, my eyes squinted in a daze, I could only see everything indistinctly, I heard the loud whistling of the wind, and the sound of frightened horses very close to me, so close that I could reach out if I reached over.

Horse......

I turned my head and tried to open my eyes a little more.

And yet, I couldn't, I didn't have the spirit to open my eyes at all, but there was a strong instinct that drove me to the horse.

"Whew."

I pierced the horse's body with one hand, and the horse fell to the ground with a terrible scream, and I grabbed the internal organs and pulled them out, and soon the horse was motionless, and did not make any sound.

Finally I instinctively devoured it.

Constantly filling this terrible hunger pang.

Although there is still a shred of reason that tells me that it is a living thing, and that I am devouring a living thing like a beast, I do not hate eating it raw, on the contrary, I love the smell of blood and raw meat very much, and I know that it is not because I am too hungry, but because I am meant to be, my origin or a terrible cold-blooded animal.

The devouring went on for a long time, until at last I stopped satisfactorily, and immediately fell asleep again.

After a long time, I woke up hungry again.

I'm hungry.

But this time I was much more energetic than the last time, and I was more conscious. The howling wind of last night had stopped for some time, and it was quiet now.

I opened my eyes, dragged my tired and hungry body to my feet, and looked around.

Wooden huts, haystack warehouses, and simple wooden huts for livestock.

Until the sense of smell returns, when I smell blood and I look down, and when I see the bones of a horse that has almost been gnawed by wolves, I can be sure that this is the stable.

There was no discomfort, it seemed to be a matter of course to devour a living thing, it just felt that this tall horse was eaten so cleanly, and it was hard for me to think that I had done it myself.

"Who am I, why am I here?"

I thought back to the crater of scorching flames, the lonely snow forest that almost made you die of cold, where I should have died, and where I was.

That's right.

The man and the woman who rescued me from the snowy forest have vague memories, but I still have an impression.

"Who am I?"

I touched my head.

Well.

Hang your hands down and take a look.Raise your left hand to see that both hands are there.Look down and look.Both thighs are there.But.When you crawl out of the fire pit in my memory, you have broken your hand and foot.

Limb regeneration.

This word popped into my head.

The whole body, the skin and flesh that should have been burnt turned into dry skin and stuck to my body, but under the dry skin was new flesh and blood, the new skin was as white as the skin of a small baby, and even the fine red blood vessels could be seen from the outside.

The mood became panicked.

"What the hell am I?"

The wooden door of the stables opened with a creak.

I looked back and saw a white-skinned woman of European and American blood standing in the doorway in amazement, staring straight at me, her eyes full of shock and disbelief.

I vaguely recognized this woman's face, it was the woman who had saved me in the snowy forest, she was wrapped in a thick layer because of the cold, but it could not hide her beauty.

When I saw her, I had an appetite.

Yes, I want to eat her appetite raw.

Probably when a man who was supposed to be dead now stood up again, and looked at her with a terrible look, the woman was terrible, and she cried out in a panic, and ran out of the stable.

There's no reason not to be afraid of seeing such a monster.

I am not human, I am a monster.

I'm hungry and I want to eat.

With the urge to be overwhelmed by my appetite, I staggered out, and if I could catch up, I wanted to eat then woman.

When I walked out of the stable, I found that it was a small manor by the lake, a few wooden houses, smoke curling, and the lazy barking of cattle and sheep, a snowmobile parked under the wooden shed, and a large truck loaded with wood, and a few snow dogs barking at me.

That beautiful European and American woman is out of nowhere.

I set my eyes on the snowdogs that were surrounding me, and I didn't know if I wanted to run away. They obviously didn't know what kind of monster I was. I slammed into front of one of them, and I slapped the snowdog before it could escape.

The surrounding snowdogs scattered and ran away in all directions, I picked up the snowdogs that had been shot to death, looked at them for a moment, without too much hesitation, and let me bite off without thinking.

I felt two people running out of a big wooden house.I was munching on dog meat and looking that way.I saw that it was the two people who had brought me back from the snow forest before.One was Uncle Beard.The other was the woman.And Uncle Beard was holding a shotgun in his hand.The muzzle of the gun was pointed at me.But my body and the muzzle of the gun were shaking.I was looking at me in fear.The two of them were looking at me, a monster that was eating flesh and blood.,The two of them were looking at me in fear.

Uncle Beard looked at me in fear and asked, "What are you?"

I.

Probably a monster.

I swallowed very quickly, and I digested it very quickly, but I didn't digest what I swallowed right away. After eating half of the snowdog, I threw the snowdog on the ground, wiped my mouth and said to them, "I don't know. Maybe it's a monster."

I spoke to them in a common language, and they seemed to understand what I was saying, and they were a little surprised, and the beard asked me in fear, "You, what do you want?"

"What do you want."

"yes, you, what do you monster want to do here?"

I looked at him blankly for a moment, understood what he said, thought hard about what I wanted, and finally replied, "I want to live, I want to know who I am."

They were probably puzzled.

I asked, "Do you know who I am?"

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