The September day was still extremely hot, but Mo Ming felt a chill in his heart.

This kind of coldness, after those corpses lying quietly on the ground continue to come into view, slowly seeps into the soul, as if it will turn people into an ice sculpture in the next moment.

Mo Ming held the corpse of the snow wolf, and stood quietly outside the woods like that, he felt that his legs were a little heavy and he couldn't lift them up.

"What the hell is going on, why are they all dead!"

Mo Ming was a little distracted, and subconsciously looked at the Tongtian Mountain behind him, the magnificent and beautiful peaks in the past made him feel very dazzling at the moment, and he was also very frightened, it was just one night, and it seemed that he was the only one left in this world in one night!

Mo Ming didn't know how he left, as if his whole person had become numb like a walking corpse, and he didn't wake up from that state until he passed through the dense primeval forest of Tongtian Mountain, and was about to approach the first village on the way back to Mocun.

When he saw the village quietly sitting on a hillside in the distance, Mo Ming suddenly felt a little better, at least he was about to see people.

After all, this world will not be left alone, as long as you pass through this village, and then walk thirty miles to Mo Village, you must ask the old people in the village, ask Abba, and ask the old patriarch who has always been knowledgeable, what is going on in this Tongtian Mountain, why so many fierce birds and beasts will die overnight.

The village in front of it was a village surnamed Wang, with a population of about four or five hundred households, which was twice as large as Mo Village.

Mo Ming remembers that every time he came to Tongtian Mountain and passed by Wang Village, some old people in Wang Village would smile at him, and those children from Wang Village would often go to Tongtian Mountain with him to play, dig birds' nests together, and catch rabbits together!

Mo Ming walked, holding the body of the snow wolf that was already cold in his arms, and he wanted to bury the snow wolf in the back mountain of Mo Village, where he often played with the snow wolf when he was a child.

Thinking silently in his heart, it's just that when he was only a mile away from Wang Village, Mo Ming was suddenly stunned, and an extremely bad feeling in his heart suddenly hit him.

Because he saw that there was not a single smoke in the whole Wang Village, and the sky over the whole village was clear, and as he had felt along the way, the whole village was quiet, and there was no sound, not even the cry of a child.

And at the entrance of the village, there were even one or two people lying on the ground, as if asleep, motionless.

Mo Ming couldn't believe it, and he didn't dare to delay, so he ran quickly towards Wang Village with Xiaobai's body in his arms.

However, when he really approached Wang Village, he suddenly realized that his heart suddenly became trembling. The two people lying at the entrance of the village were like the last thing they wanted to think about, they were two cold corpses.

"No!"

Mo Ming suddenly roared, and then left quickly with the body of the snow wolf in his arms, running in the direction of Mo Village.

He didn't enter Wang Village, because the moment he saw the two corpses, he understood that the reason why there was no cooking smoke in Wang Village, and why there was no sound, was probably really the same as the scene he had seen along the way. There are no living people in the village.

The appearance of this kind of scene was the last thing Mo Ming wanted to see, because after looking at the corpses of countless fierce birds and beasts along the way, he had such a guess in his heart, but he didn't expect this kind of scene to be so unbelievable when it really happened in front of his eyes.

Mo Ming ran quickly, he didn't dare to imagine what would happen to Mo Village, which was thirty miles away from here, after this situation appeared in Wang Village.

He didn't want to think about it, he didn't want to believe it, he just ran as hard as he could, secretly telling himself in his heart that none of this was true!

Thirty miles, it is not close to say that it is near, and it is not far to say that it is not far, but Mo Ming feels that the road is like the end of the world, as if he can't finish it.

Along the way, Mo Ming didn't know how many times he had fallen and how many times he got up, he tied the body of the snow wolf to his back, and his thin body didn't seem to be as tall as the body of the snow wolf.

He only knew that he had to return to Mo Village as soon as possible, to see the old patriarch's wrinkled but kind face, and to listen to Abba calling out his stinky boy and Grandma's nagging words to him all the time.

It's close, it's finally close, Mo Village has come into view, and Mo Ming in the distance has already seen a house in the forefront, which is Uncle Man's house.

Next to Uncle Man's house is the square in front of the village, the high platform on the square has not been demolished, and when Uncle Sihai came back, the children in the village were standing on it to be tested.

"Don't get into trouble!

The closer he got to Mo Village, the more apprehensive Mo Ming became, muttering and praying over and over again, and his hoarse voice seemed to be unable to even hear what he was saying.

Suddenly, Mo Ming's running body was stunned, and a pair of pupils suddenly shrank, as if they were about to drip blood, and his eyes looked at a figure in front of him a little blankly.

It was an old man in a white linen robe sitting on a boulder, leaning against an ancient tree that three people were hugging together, with a wrinkled face and a gentle smile, as if he had encountered something very happy.

It's just that the deep-set eyes don't have any brilliance, and the whole person has no breath.

"Patriarch Grandpa......"

Mo Ming muttered, he didn't dare to shout out loud, for fear that once he was too loud, the scene in front of him would change in a bad direction.

The patriarch grandpa who was sitting on the boulder with his back against the ancient wood must be thinking about something, it is said that the stone was the place where the patriarch grandpa and Grandma Cuilan first fell in love, and the patriarch grandfather must have remembered Grandma Cuilan to show such a gentle smile.

"It must be so! Yes, it must be so!"

Mo Ming muttered and walked forward cautiously, but when he walked in front of the old patriarch, he could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes. I can't fool myself anymore, the patriarch's grandfather has left this world!

"Patriarch Grandpa, what the hell is going on? What the hell is going on!"

Mo Ming knelt down in front of the old patriarch and cried loudly, he endured it for a long time along the way, but at this moment he couldn't help it after all, he wanted to know why, why so many things happened in one night, why it seemed that he was left alone in the whole world in one night.

Before this, he still had a little hope in his heart, hoping that all this was not true, and that his relatives in the village would be fine!

But from the moment he saw the patriarch's grandfather, until he walked into Mo Village with the body of the old patriarch, he felt the dead silence of the entire Mo Village, and saw the doors of each house open or closed, and the figures that appeared faintly from the cracks in the doors or from the windows all wore out the only hope in his heart.

"Uncle Man, are you at home, or have you already gone hunting?"

"Uncle Daqiang, did Brother Xiaohai go to Zhao Village to greet his relatives?"

"Grandma Mu, is Uncle Mengzi at home? He said he would teach me how to hunt......"

......

Mo Ming hugged the old patriarch, and every time he walked through a house, he would shout into the house, he didn't dare to go in, let alone see if there was anyone in the house, he just lowered his head, step by step, and walked steadily.

Unconsciously walked to the door of his house, listening to the creaking sound of the black door swaying in the breeze, Mo stopped, but it was not long before he stepped in mechanically like a walking corpse.

He didn't look at whether there was anyone in the house, nor did he call out to Abba and Auntie, but carefully carried the old patriarch to a chair and sat down, picked up a jar of old wine on the table and poured it into his mouth.

After a few big sips, Mo Ming began to cough violently, maybe he was choked by this wine, maybe he really didn't want to believe all this, and wanted to anesthetize himself with this.

It's just that the pungency of the wine made him feel more and more as if his whole body was about to break, and his chest hurt and it was difficult to breathe.

Mo Ming didn't know how he walked into the bedroom, and when he saw Abba holding Grandma and roaring to the sky, with a sad look, he couldn't cry anymore, only tears rolled down like a broken river.

With a plop, Mo Ming fell to his knees, his body lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, but the words that seemed to have entered the magic barrier echoed throughout Mo Village.

"Why! Why did I survive, why did I stay alone......"