"Grandpa, why hasn't he woken up yet!" asked a little girl, with round eyes, puzzled at an old man.

The old man touched the little girl's head, sighed, and then said: "Silly girl, he is too seriously injured, and grandpa has no choice, whether he can wake up or not depends on himself!"

"Grandpa, save him! You can find a way again!" The little girl's tears suddenly fell, and she shook the old man's hand and begged.

"Alas! Grandpa really tried his best, painting, grandpa really has no choice!"

"Brother, wake up, wake up!" the little girl shouted to the unconscious man when she begged her grandfather to no avail.

It's just that the person lying on the bed is motionless, his eyes are closed, and he has no consciousness at all, and the little girl screams for a long time before she finally gives up in tears.

In the days to come, the little girl had to shout every day for a while, but the person lying on the bed still didn't react at all, and the poor little girl could only cry every time and leave helplessly.

The days are unconsciously approaching half a year, and on this day, the little girl is still standing in front of the bed crying, only to disappoint her again.

"Alas, don't shout anymore, it's been almost half a year, I don't think he's hopeless!" The old man stood at the door, looking at the sad painting, and his heart was not good.

For nearly half a year, the painting had to cry almost every day, so that the old man really couldn't stand it, and besides, this person appeared near here for no reason, he had never seen it, let alone knew it, and I really didn't know why the painting was like this.

"Grandpa, didn't Grandpa Dong say that he didn't die? He will definitely wake up!" said Hua'er, wiping away her tears, looking at the old man.

"Alas!" the old man shook his head, and turned away helplessly, leaving only the bewildered painting and the unconscious figure lying on the bed.

The sky was blue, almost cloudless, birds were flying in the air, rows of large trees were leafy, and a long reflection appeared on the earth.

"Where am I?"

Looking at the unfamiliar scenery around him, a confused figure gradually appeared, shaking his head vigorously, as if he was trying to recall something.

But at this moment, suddenly there was a terrible wail from the sky, and then all the scenery around suddenly changed.

There was no longer a big tree in sight, and even the blue sky and white clouds turned blood-red in an instant, like an ocean composed of drops of blood.

While being amazed by this sudden scene, there were suddenly chaotic sounds again, including crying, scolding, and even wailing.

When I looked up, I saw that in the blood, there were countless figures killing frantically, and many people fell in the blood one by one.

Roar, unwillingness, presented on everyone's face, that kind of despair, in the other party's killing, completely became eternal.

"No!" A roar rushed directly into the sky, and in that roar, it was full of anger, unwillingness and despair.

"Grandpa, Dad, Mother, Why, Why is this happening!"

"Boom!" Countless people fell in the blood, under the light of this blood-red, it looked even more bright red and poignant, and the figure roared desperately, but the picture was still the same, and finally everyone fell down.

For a while, corpses were strewn all over the field, blood flowed like a river, and the surroundings were quiet, there was no sound, only this figure knelt on the ground, constantly roaring.

Just as the painting took one last look at the person lying on the bed with pitiful eyes, and was leaving, suddenly the person on the bed began to tremble, and then became more and more violent.

The painting was startled, and then mustered up the courage to quickly come to the bedside and shouted, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Grandpa, come and see, my brother has an accident!" Seeing this scene, the painting was at a loss, and he didn't know what to do.

"Wow!" At this moment, the person lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and this time, he directly frightened the painting and stepped back, and sat on the ground.

"Painting, what's going on?" the old man hurriedly ran over to take a look, and was also shocked, painting was his lifeline, and there must be no problem.

"He... He... He's awake!" The painting was panting with fright, stammering and stammering intermittently at the person on the bed.

The old man's face changed, could it be that the person wanted to be bad for the painting as soon as he woke up, or was this person not a good person in the first place, he was chased and killed here, and he happened to be rescued by himself.

If this is the case, then it is really to find a trouble to come back, and at the same time, the old man also knows that there are many powerful people outside, and there are many masters of three and four links, but there is only Dong Lao in the village, and there is only one master of two links in the village, in case this person is a three-way murderer, then the whole village will suffer for this.

Thinking of this, the old man didn't think about it, and he didn't care about the painting sitting on the ground, so he directly took out a knife and ran towards the bed.

"You dare to bully Hua'er, I'll cut you!" The old man raised his knife and was about to cut it down, but a loud roar from Hua'er made him stop with the knife.

"Grandpa! Don't!" the painting hurriedly ran up and grabbed one of the old man's hands, so that he could not cut it down again.

"Hua'er, grandpa knows that you have a good heart, but this person doesn't know where he came from, if he is a poor and evil person, our whole village will be affected!"

"Grandpa, he didn't hurt me, it's just that his eyes suddenly opened just now, and I was scared myself, he didn't hurt me!"

"No, I don't know if this person is good or bad, or if he is not completely awake, kill him, for your sake, for the sake of the whole village, it must be killed!" the old man hesitated for a moment, but still insisted on killing the person on the bed.

"Don't, grandpa, don't kill him!" the painting continued to beg with tears in her eyes.

"Where is this?" Suddenly, at this moment, an extremely weak voice sounded, and the old man and the painting stopped in vain, and looked at the person who spoke in unison.

"Grandpa, he's awake!" Hua'er ran directly to the bedside, and immediately became even more happy, as long as he woke up, grandpa might not kill him.

"Alas! It's a blessing or a curse, and I'm afraid I can't avoid it!" The old man put down the knife, looked at the person on the bed, sighed, and then asked, "Who are you?"

"I... I am... My name is Si Cheng!" Si Cheng opened his eyes and looked around, he could be said to be extremely unfamiliar with this place.

"Where is this, may I ask why I'm here?" Si Cheng still felt very weak, but he still asked softly.

"This is Antu Village, you suddenly appeared here a few months ago, and it was Grandpa who rescued you!" Without waiting for the old man to answer, Hua'er directly preemptively said.

"Antu Village!" Si Cheng had never heard of this place, but he had rarely been to such a village before, and it was normal not to know.