The faint morning light slowly casts down from the thick clouds, reflecting a colorful light belt in the humid air, adding a faint light red to the silent wilderness.

Lin Xiang has always gotten up very early.

When I pushed open the door, the cold wind that came to my face dispelled the laziness remaining on the surface of my eyelids. The moist air soaked in the dry and loose skin. The radiant dust that was pressed against the ground by the mist was unable to move at all, and could no longer be close to my body to release terrible rays. Listening carefully, you can tell the slight sound of the little bug sucking dewdrops. On this cold and cold autumn morning, everything gave him an indescribable satisfaction and comfort.

On the plain in the distance, people who rose earlier than him were busy on a large field paved with deep digging soil.

In the dark black soil, clusters of tender green wheat seedlings grow. They should have just sprouted, with leaves of fingers curled slightly, extending upwards with sharp and soft corners. They are densely covered with fine white fluff on the surface, and drops of crystal dew are hung, making these cute plants look like precious treasures covered with gems.

A larger field next to it was planted with ripe corn. The towering tips had withered, and the yellow-green stems were tilted and drooped, struggling from the curled leaves to reveal a full yellow fruit.

More than a dozen men in coarse cloth burqa waved their swords and cut off all ears of corn from plants more than two meters high, and threw them into a large basket woven with rattan. The woman squatting next to her to tear off the brambles wrapped outside and placed the peeled spun fruits in a clean basket.

Wang Biao was naked, spreading his thick arms, gathering the dry plants in front of him, breaking off a few slender dead leaves and kneading them into ropes, tied the scattered corn poles into bundles, picked up the piles high and placed them on the road near the ridge of the field.

He worked very hard, and crystal sweat oozed out of his forehead and quickly slid down to thick, curly black breasts from inside. At first glance, it looked like a savage brown bear who had just been picked up from the water and was half-dry and not wet.

Seeing Lin Xiang, the scarred man grabbed a knife next to him and handed it over, panting and laughed loudly: "Come on, try it too-"

Wielding the semicircular sword knife and cutting off heavy corn ears from the stem, Lin Xiang did not feel that this monotonous physical labor was hard at all. On the contrary, there was an indescribable fulfillment and excitement.

The residents of Yinyue Town were very kind to him. Although they could not name their names for the time being, people looked at the stranger with a noticeable smile.

Curling smoke slowly floated from the town's hut, urging people to come back and enjoy the fruits of their labor.

The porridge cooked with fresh corn paste, potatoes cooked in the ashes, and a plate of salted radish cubes marinated with coarse salt. The simple breakfast of the old era is already a very hearty delicacy in the eyes of survivors of the new era.

Holding a soup bowl bigger than his head, Wang Biao sucked the hot corn porridge in big mouthfuls. He ate very fragrantly, and the loud smacking sound of his lips easily reminded people of the obese animals known for their gluttony in the old era.

A slim woman with a kind smile on her face came over and gently draped a clean long gray linen coat over his exposed shoulders.

"I'll introduce it. This is Nina, my wife." With a look of show-off and complacent, Wang Biao stretched out his hairy arms and hugged the woman's waist tightly. The scar on his face was squeezed by his smile and became more and more fierce.

Although, this is not his intention.

Lin Xiang put down the spoon in his hand and nodded with a smile: "Thank you, the porridge you made is good, I like it very much."

"I'm right! This is indeed a good place--" The scarred man took out the wrinkled cigarette, took out the half-fulcrum that he hadn't finished sucking yesterday, and took a deep breath with a reluctant expression.

There are not many residents in Yinyue Town, and they rely on production that is not small in the fields but cannot meet the standard of harvest. This small group of less than 200 people lives a simple and self-sufficient life.

"Famo Company" is a necessary disguise for them to cover up their own existence and exchange materials with the outside world.

Crops can be grown in the fields, but salt, medicine, weapons, and various types of daily necessities cannot be harvested.

Residents rarely accept strangers from outside. Of course, except for situations like Lin Xiang who are unexpectedly recognized.

"Don't treat yourself as a guest. Here, you are also the master—"

The words of the scarred man are very rough but the truth is very correct.

The time of day is getting shorter and shorter, and the sun rarely reveals its hot and red face. Occasionally, it passes through the clouds several times, successfully projecting dazzling light onto the ground, and can only release very faint heat energy.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the cold winter is coming.

The newly planted wheat in the field has withered. The radiation-filled world uses cruel reality to tell people that the farming experience of the old era has long been abandoned. Only by accepting the new laws of nature born from destruction can we survive.

The radish planted in the last season was packed into the cellar two days ago. This thick underground rhizome is much smaller than the same crops in Lin Xiang's memory and has a milder taste. Throughout the winter, they are the only vegetables that can bring vitamin supplements to the residents of Yinyue Town.

For refugees wandering in the wilderness, winter means cold and hunger. Whenever a starved corpse lies in the wild and is frozen into stiff ice, it will always attract hungry likes, as well as various mutant beasts trembling in the cold wind.

The residents of Yinyue Town are doing their best to collect all kinds of food.

In the swamp not far from the town, giant loaches as thick as arms can be caught. This slippery mutant creature has not changed its former omnivorous habits. They often lurk on the edge of the mud, dragging passersby occasionally passing by to drown and eat them. However, as food, their meat is not only white and tender, but also rich in protein.

The big-toed frog should be a close relative of the toad. They are nearly half a meter long and are extremely poisonous. They peel off the thick and tough skin full of radiation tumors, and use a knife to remove the poison glands attached to the internal organs. The crystal clear frog meat is so envious that you just look at.

After a few months, many things have been added to Lin Xiang's hut.

More than fifty giant rat jerky meat occupied more than half of the space in the house. As a last resort, Lin Xiang could only use stones and felt boards to temporarily build two storage rooms with the help of the townsmen. The dried loaches and frog meat became the filling inside. The rat skin was not wasted. After being tanned and sewn with fire ash, they became the latest decorations in the bed room.

This winter is full of warmth.

Lin Xiang, who had relieved his worries, began to stay in his hut all day long, fiddling with various medical devices bought from "Iron Slag City".

Punch your fingers with a sterilized blood needle, squeeze out a drop of bright red liquid, and carefully drip it in the biological nutrient made of distilled water. After a few minutes, the viscous blood beads had completely spread in the round Petri dish, and the clear and transparent nutrients also turned into a wine-like gem rosy.

In the sawdust-filled medicine box, six test tubes containing this liquid are placed.

The blood dripping into the nutrient solution is strictly calculated and the actual proportioning concentration is one percent.

I picked up a test tube and looked in front of me for a long time. In the soft and transparent red solution, I could see Ying Jia's cute face with a slightly shy look.

"It took God only seven days from death to rebirth. How long does it take to resurrect my beloved person?

Looking at these biological agents that were dissolved in his blood, Lin Xiang couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

The wilderness of winter is full of desolation and sorrow under the rule of cold.

The nearly black clouds completely drove out the sun. The ubiquitous radiation controlled everything in the world. The rain had a scent of acidity, the water was bitter and irritating. Even the accumulation of evaporated into the sky and turned into snowflakes to the ground was stained with extremely dirty gray.

Wearing a coat sewn with giant rat skin, Lin Xiang slowly moved forward on the cold, hard and slippery ground.

This wilderness is more than 200 kilometers away from Yinyue Town. According to the signs on the surface, walking south from here for more than 30 miles, there is a city left over from the old era.

While the nuclear explosion destroyed the earth's ecological environment, it also destroyed all settlements established by mankind. For these ancient places that once symbolized the existence of civilization, the residents of the new era no longer called them by their original names. Instead, they were single and lonely expressions - ruins.

More than three months have passed since the resurrection. In addition to being familiar with the various survival laws of the new world, Lin Xiang has been thinking about two questions.

First: Where is yourself?

Second: How long has it been after the war ended?

He asked everyone indirectly, but no one knew the answer. The memory that humans should have seemed to have been broken for some reason. Apart from inheriting the necessary various survival knowledge and the brand new place names commonly used in this era, everything that once seemed to have never existed.

Only by entering the ruins can you find the remaining clues.

A wide road several meters above the ground broke from the rising arch. Dozens of iron-gray cars that have been rusted and shattered are arranged on the right side of the break. They are crowded together, like a group of ants leading to the tail, forever blocked by the broken road.

This is a highway connected to the city. It extends along the roadbed toward the end of the wreckage, and you can clearly see the black complex shrouded in the haze.

Lin Xiang walked carefully along the edge of the road, his gentle and flexible steps made no sound. He applied a layer of disinfectant that all dangerous creatures did not like. Although it was far from reaching the point where they could avoid it, it would not make them urge to actively approach.

The thick double-tube shotgun was inserted diagonally behind him, holding a sharp long-handled dagger in his hand, and a layer of paste made of coal ash and meat oil was applied to the sharp edge of the blade. This was the practice of the old world special forces. It can not only effectively protect the blade, but also absorb the reflection of light, and minimize the possibility of exposing yourself to your opponent.

According to Wang Biao, there is only one kind of creature in the ruins - mutant.

Lin Xiang knew very well how dangerous they were. This terrifying creature would use every corner as a concealment and suddenly launch a fatal blow when the target nerves were most relaxed.

Daggers are the most useful weapon for close combat.

The surface of the towering building is covered with countless regular square windows. The cold wind swept through it, making a sharp and sharp cry. The curved and twisted poles leaned weakly against the broken walls. The street trees on both sides of the road were only bare trunks, with black and gray scorched marks on the surface. The glass fragments scattered on the ground were covered with thick tuff. They hid the sharp edges in the middle of the floating dust, ready to cut through all objects that dared to approach at any time.

Standing in the middle of the empty street, Lin Xiang felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

There was no one here, only piles of gray bones scattered in the corner. If you step on it a little hard, it turned into pieces of scattered pieces.

As we approached the wreckage of a flat-length sedan with four ring marks, the four doors had fallen off, and the driver in the front seat was only a piece of spine connected to the ribs, the rear seat cushions were covered with deformed springs, and two round human-headed skeletons hugged each other, and the tiny finger bones that fell on the chassis were tightly clasped. Obviously, they were still hugging each other tightly until the moment they died.

Lin Xiang did not alarm the remains of the deceased, and followed the curb and turned into the passage on the right.

A copper door plate with a length of more than three meters was lying flat on the sidewalk, with the surface of the patent skin peeling off to a very small extent. When using your fingers to explore the irregular marks, Lin Xiang quickly identified the meaning of the words.

"Pingdingshan No. 7 Vocational Middle School".

A huge shock filled his entire mind.

Lin Xiang remembered that when the nuclear explosion came, his location should be the military control area of ​​the suburbs in the south of Zhongjing City. It is more than a thousand miles away from Pingding Mountain.

The violent radiant airflow pushed itself too far.

He searched around silently, hoping to find more evidence.

"Pingdingshan Grain and Oil Food Company", "China Construction Bank Pingdingshan xx District Business Office", "Pingdingshan Materials Company"...

The pieces of paper that were not completely burned, the remaining marks of the words engraved on the surface of the building, the vague semicircular spray painted literals on the doors on both sides of the vehicle's wreckage... Everything proves the ancient name of the dead and unmanned ruins under your feet.

Under a falling wall, Lin Xiang pushed apart the thick mud and stone covering the surface and picked up a schoolbag that was burned to the point where half of it was burned. He lifted the artificial leather bag full of watermark mold, revealing a stack of yellow books. When the wind blew, the brittle paper pages floated away, enriching a group of death-eating butterflies that had just emerged from the cocoon shell, and flew away quickly under the gloomy sky.

A pile of thin yellow corpses lie beside each other, and the bent and deformed arm bones pressed tightly on the backpack. The undeveloped skull cracked in half from it, and the dark eye sockets that could not be connected together seemed to tell the terrible encounter and the fear of death.

Lin Xiang wanted to roar loudly and release all the anger suppressed in his heart. However, reason told him that doing so would not only be useless, but would also attract hungry dead-eating creatures wandering among the ruins. The painful struggle and chaotic brain thinking made him unable to hold the dagger in his hand, stand up straight and grit his teeth desperately, and look at the end of the dark and hazy road with a grim look.

The body was obviously a child.

How many encounters have happened to the whole country and the whole world?

"Skeleton...Carrior...Group..."

The suppressed voice formed a rigid and mechanical deep lotus in his throat. Lin Xiang, who could not roar loudly, could only bite out the opponent's name left in his memory word by word, and used the strongest obsession to engrave the five simple words in the deepest part of hatred.

They destroyed that sunny world.

Destroyed the one I love.

Destroy everything, everything, everything's the best.

"I...I...I want to kill, I want to kill all of you-"

The bursting blue veins expanded rapidly from both sides of Lin Xiang's neck. It was like the roots of trees that were desperately sucking nutrients in the soil, and densely pierced from bottom to top into the face and head. Through the thin wall of the pipe that was almost broken, you could feel the rapid flow of blood. They were surging wildly under the control of violent emotions, so hot that it seemed to reach the peak of boiling.

"Clang--"

Suddenly, the door of a shop on the left street was pushed open, and with the crisp sound of the rusted metal handle falling to the ground, a tall and hunched black figure also appeared in front of Lin Xiang.

Mutant.

Compared with the old days, their bodies were still as tall and thin. The slender arms and legs remained in a curved position, ready to burst out with a powerful rebound at any time. The sharp black bone blade was dragged obliquely to the ground, and the sharp blade still emitted a dazzling cold light. In the deep eyes, the strange red color faded a lot, but it was also full of desire for blood and killing.

Lin Xiang's face was already covered in ferociousness.

He slowly put the dagger back into the sheath, bared his teeth, held his fingers back and forth and moved his joints. Before the other party could react, his seemingly random steps suddenly accelerated, and rushed to the mutant like lightning, pulled the arms that had changed into bone blades and twisted them hard. The unsqueezing flesh and flesh broke one after another, and the snow-white joints and ligaments bloomed out of it. The huge pain caused the mutant to open his mouth wide, and the expression on his face twisted in pain like a human.

"You shouldn't come to this world."

He said this sentence lightly, Lin Xiang tightened its neck with his backhand, spread his five fingers with his right hand, and inserted it hard into the other party's deep concave eye sockets, and pulled out two sticky crystals that were dragging the bloodline.

At that moment, the mutant man suddenly gasped and burst into a few vague and low voices.
Chapter completed!