Chapter 1: Wang Cheng

Wang Cheng looked nervously at the group of people in front of him, he was holding a dead hamster tightly in his hand, which was the food he found today. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In this barren world, such a hamster is an absolute deadly delicacy, and in this world where there is no sun, but there is day and night, except for them, there is only an endless amount of garbage and waste.

"Put the food ...... Hand it over...... a skinny middle-aged man in tattered clothes, staring at Wang Cheng fiercely, holding a tattered dagger in his hand, flashing with a cold glow.

Behind him, there were seven or eight people looking at Wang Cheng with fierce eyes. Wang Cheng's eyes were a little dull, his eyes were full of hollowness, there was no spirituality, he clung to the hamster, he hadn't eaten for many days, and he clearly felt death...... But in his empty consciousness, there is an instinct to roll, which is the instinct of survival......

"Rat...... Mine!" Wang Cheng said weakly, turned around with difficulty, and walked forward, he was so weak, his figure was bumpy, as if he would fall at any moment.

The middle-aged man looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Wang Cheng, and the thin figure not only did not make him sympathize, but became more ferocious, and even had a trace of crazy desire.

"Whew!"

A sound sounded in the air, and a broken hilt was smashed on Wang Cheng's head, and with a low scream, Wang Cheng fainted, and the moment he fell, the hamster fell out of his hand, and he had no strength to hold it anymore......

I don't know how long it took, Wang Cheng coughed slightly, his body couldn't move, his eyes were difficult to open, his lips were slightly open, there was a trace of weak breathing, he was about to die.

At this moment, from the outside, Wang Cheng was lying on a wasteland, with a broken hilt next to him, and not far away, the skinny middle-aged man was digging a pile of garbage, looking at Wang Cheng from time to time, and the trace of longing in his eyes could not be concealed......

He wanted to eat Wang Cheng.

The people here, from the moment they came in, had no memory, they didn't know who they were except their names, but according to the instinct of life, they were digging garbage in search of hope for survival in this world without sun and moon.

Night is coming.

The night of this world is pitch black because there is no moon, but fortunately there is a faint light of fire that illuminates this world, and the source of that fire is a high tower, and people live in it.

All the desolate people looked at the tower with awe and deep fear in their eyes.

"One less. ”

At this moment, out of the tower came a man in a red robe, who was not a desolate man, but who governed the desolate man.

"There is a deserted slave named Wang Cheng who is gone, is he dead?"

The red-robed man's indifferent voice came out, and all the desolate slaves trembled involuntarily, looking at the red-robed man in horror, and the middle-aged man who robbed Wang Cheng's food flashed a trace of strange color in his eyes, and suddenly trembled and said, "Death...... Dead"

The red-robed man was silent for a moment when he heard this, and there was not the slightest wave on his plain face, he had experienced too much of this kind of thing, and now he was numb.

"Where is the body?"

He looked at the skinny middle-aged man and asked indifferently.

“...... I don't know. ”

The middle-aged man suddenly said a little nervously, but fortunately the red-robed man didn't pay attention.

The red-robed man was silent for a moment, then turned around and returned to the tower, which emitted a faint glow of fire, shining on countless ragged deserted slaves, and the whole night looked gloomy.

Wang Cheng woke up, but he couldn't open his eyes, he didn't know how many times he had been in a coma and then woke up, but he vaguely felt that once he couldn't wake up, he would die, and he didn't want to die......

Suddenly, Wang Cheng felt that someone was grabbing his feet and dragging himself, the pain in his back made Wang Cheng's consciousness a little clearer, he held the broken hilt in his hand at some point, he clenched the hilt with difficulty, and opened his eyes.

As if in return, he kicked his leg violently, but unfortunately his strength was too small to break free from the man's hand.

"Not dead......" The middle-aged man looked at Wang Cheng with a hideous face, he wanted to eat Wang Cheng, with Wang Cheng as food, he could live longer, he wanted to live, and even he wanted to leave this world and go to the real world to take a look.

"Die!"

The middle-aged man threw Wang Cheng's feet, then took out a tattered dagger from his waist and stabbed straight at Wang Cheng's chest.

Wang Cheng opened his eyes weakly, a feeling of death enveloped his whole person, his eyes suddenly opened suddenly, staring at the dagger, his eyes were no longer empty, he became crazy, he didn't want to die!

"Help!"

Using all the strength of his body, Wang Cheng's weak voice sounded in the barren world, and at this moment, the red-robed man in the tower was meditating with his eyes closed at this moment, and suddenly he opened his eyes suddenly and looked in the direction where Wang Cheng's voice came from.

"Hmph! dare to lie to me, die!"

He said a word coldly, and a red light flew out of the tower with the breath of death, and in an instant it came to the scrawny middle-aged man, passed directly through his skull, and then disappeared.

"Bump"

"Bang dang!"

The middle-aged man suddenly lost his voice and fell to the ground, and the tattered dagger also fell to the ground, and the red light took his life, and he ...... Just died.

Wang Cheng gasped for breath, but in fact, his breathing became weak again from the rapidity just now, and he was about to die......

After the red-robed man in the tower executed the middle-aged man, he walked out of the tower, and in a breath, he appeared beside Wang Cheng.

"The will to survive is so strong! ”

The red-robed man looked at Wang Cheng on the ground, Wang Cheng's eyes had been closed again, but he was holding a broken sword hilt tightly in his hand, as if he was holding a trace of life.

A flash of brilliance appeared in the red-robed man's eyes, and his right hand was raised, and a drop of red water condensed and fell on Wang Cheng's forehead.

"This drop-in of spiritual fluid is given to you. A hint of anticipation flashed in the red-robed man's eyes, and he returned to the tower, not caring about Wang Cheng anymore, but wiped out a few desolate slaves who intended to eat people......

Wang Cheng had a dream, he dreamed of the sun and the moon, and even he dreamed of steamed buns, which was undoubtedly a sweet dream for him, and some fragmentary memories suddenly appeared in his mind, he remembered that he was not from the barren world, he was brought in......

But it was a memory a long time ago, and Wang Cheng was not sure if it was real, but in a memory picture, he saw a vague but familiar figure.

"Kid...... My child!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his head...... Come to think of it...... He completely remembered!

He was the son of a hunter, and when he was six years old, his father died suddenly in the mountains, and his mother took him around begging, until one day, he was captured by several traffickers and sold to a place called Red Eagle Hall......

Her mother watched him be taken away by traffickers, but to no avail, there was a man standing beside her, he hugged Wang Cheng's mother, kept saying something, then patted her on the back, bowed his head and sighed.

Wang Cheng remembers this scene, the man is his stepfather, and he is the one who sold himself to human traffickers......

Suddenly, Wang Cheng woke up, there were two more tears on his face, his eyes were not confused, he woke up...... Really woke up......

In a world without sunshine, without four seasons, only endless desolation and countless waste, Wang Cheng's memory was restored, but this was not a good thing for him, but it became the source of his pain.

He didn't know if he was the only one with a complete memory, he was only six years old when he was captured, and now he had been here for ten years, and the past ten years flashed through his mind.

Until he was fourteen years old, he had a fixed amount of food every day, and when he reached the age of fourteen, he began to shave, like all the slaves of the world.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be dying, but he seemed to be saved again...... It was a very warm feeling, and at this moment, he felt warm all over his body, without the slightest weakness from before.

Wang Cheng held the broken hilt of the sword in his hand, and he looked at it in a daze for a while, although he had sixteen years of memory, his mind was still at the age of six, before his memory was erased.

Tears flowed out of Wang Cheng's eyes, he just lay there, crying in a low voice, after recovering his memory, except for a few traces of confusion, there was a deep fear, he was very afraid, he was afraid of death......

It was all like a dream, he fell asleep at the age of six, and ten years later he suddenly woke up, not a stranger to the world, but terrified.

The sky darkened, night was coming, although Wang Cheng didn't feel hungry, he felt thirsty, and he wanted to drink water.

Standing up and wiping the tears from his face, Wang Cheng fell into the memory, which was ten years of muddy memories flowing like a tide, and he glanced at the most conspicuous tower, and he remembered that there was a well to the east of the tower.

With the broken hilt of the sword still in his hand, the middle-aged man's body disappeared at some point...... All that was left on the ground was the tattered dagger.

After thinking about it, Wang Cheng still picked up the tattered dagger from the ground, he held the broken hilt and tattered dagger in his arms, and walked in the direction of the east of the tower.

Along the way, many people saw Wang Cheng, Wang Cheng also saw these deserted slaves, all of them were pale, and some even looked like skeletons, Wang Cheng was very scared, with the recovery of his memory, his various emotions were naturally revealed.

Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way, no one paid too much attention to Wang Cheng, their eyes were empty, like walking corpses, it seemed that among the entire deserted slaves, only Wang Cheng had everything that a normal person had.

When he came to the well, Wang Cheng easily fetched a bucket of water, he didn't even notice that the whole process of fetching water was much easier than before.

As for Wang Cheng's memory recovery, in which tower, the red-robed man who meditated with his eyes closed all day did not know, once he knew about it, then Wang Cheng's result might be to be erased again.

So, among the desolate slaves in the barren world, there is a desolate slave named Wang Cheng, who has awakened his memory, and his life seems to have started again, with wisdom and thinking, can he survive better?