The Dark Days of the Post-apocalyptic Era
C1
The blood-red sky was the eternal theme of the Western Wilderness. The sun shone behind the clouds with a scorching heat, and under the scorching heat, the ground twisted and twisted layers of air, just like the twisting air currents on a furnace. The barren land and the sky were the same color, and it was hard to tell whether that was the sky or the earth.
On one side was a youth who had just turned twelve years old, and on the other side was a beast whose fur was all standing on end, showing off its fangs. On the other side was a boy who had just turned twelve years old, and on the other side was a beast whose fur was all standing on end, showing off its fangs.
His triangular eyes stared fixedly at the youth's throat. His mouth opened wide in a sharp smile, and drops of dripping saliva dripped down from the corners of his mouth as he eagerly wanted to enjoy the sumptuous meal. In the end, the sand wolf could no longer hold itself back, and pounced forward under the boy's extremely shocked and enlarged pupils …
"AHH!" Tall Peak suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the light pillar that had broken through the ceiling and gasped for breath. Millions of motes of dust swirled and danced in the dazzling light pillar. It was a complicated yet silent room.
Staring dumbfoundedly at the dancing dust, his mind was still immersed in the moment when the Sand Wolf pounced at him. It was like a nightmare, but it was so real. Or none of it was real.
After a long time, he heard his own heartbeat, his own breath, and the faint noise coming from outside. Once again, he was powerless to prove that he was no longer in the place he remembered, but in a strange room, a strange world.
He hoped that it was only an illusion but everything was reflected in his eyes. He sat up from the thick fur and stared blankly at the cracked mirror. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked down at his shoulder.
At the last moment of the dream, the horrifying Sand Wolf was biting his shoulder. It was the sharp white teeth that bit into his flesh that woke him from the pain, and sure enough, there were old scars on his muscled shoulders, deep and shallow, scattered in irregular circles. Looking at these scars, he could recall the heart-wrenching pain of the dream.
This was not a dream, it truly happened to him. The peak had never experienced it, and his thoughts were not the original state of mind of this body, but it had suddenly merged with this body a month ago. It had only fused with the body and not this world.
"Phew …" Every time he tried to find a memory other than a name, it would cause his head to hurt. Every time he felt pain, he would wish that he could die, but once he had doubts in his heart, and unnaturally, he wanted to recall it again, the pain would strike again. It was like a cycle of evil, letting him escape pain, escape pain, escape everything in the past.
He did not know who he was. Occasionally, there would be some memory shards that flashed through his mind, but they were also completely different from the world he was living in. It was as if a modern man who had lost his memory had transmigrated to the Wilderness, and even though he looked like a savage, he was still a modern man inside, so even though he had lost all his memories, he was still out of place.
Originally, the owner of the mirror had treated it as a novel ornament and had not put much thought into cleaning it. It was covered with stains and dust, but the peak of the mountain could not explain why it was needed to wipe it. Perhaps after wiping it, the owner would want to retrieve his old self from the mirror.
The youth in the mirror was very handsome, there was a malevolent newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger, and long hair that was like a wild lion's hair was scattered all over his body, but he was definitely not familiar with it. Even though he had been looking at the mountain peak for a month, he still felt unfamiliar and estranged, and even though he did not scare himself like he did on the first day he woke up, his heart still felt uncomfortable, like he was looking at a familiar stranger in the mirror.
He couldn't remember that he couldn't find himself back in the past, that he couldn't find himself back, that he didn't know the meaning of his own life, just like now, eating the rough booklike pancakes and staying in this gloomy room, looking for all the clues that could prove him. After countless futile attempts, he would lie down on his bed and look at the black ceiling.
Narrow. Under the bed, there was a pile of unknown things, what appeared to be toys the previous owner of the body had collected, the skull of a wild beast, oddly shaped and hard branches, glazed stones, and other things that he was familiar with but could not recall, some broken glassware, a water bottle without a label, a bottle covered in dirt and dirt, but able to distinguish the texture of the plastic, all he could think of was that it was plastic, nothing else.
The thing that touched him the most was the metal box on the bed that was used as a pillow. In this place, it was extremely hot during the day, but at night, it was very dark and cold, and the box that emitted the smell of head oil made people feel a little cold during the day, and it was one of the most precious things in the house. But what touched him the most was not the box itself, but the mottled red cross underneath the box.
The box was greasy, and his heart was filled with despair. He didn't have much time left.
The owner of the body was about to face the biggest test in his entire life. As an attendant, he was about to participate in an assessment that determined his fate.
To him, the test of his dreams was like a child's game and a war, causing him to be filled with worry and helplessness …
Even if he was unwilling, he could not hide in his room forever. Every time he opened the door, it would be a test for his heart, a sign of his official contact with the world.
"No matter who I was in the past, I am now the Three Claws, the Three Claws of the Western Wilderness. No matter what secrets I held in the past, now, I must live …" Peak kept hypnotizing himself
The moment he pushed open the door, the blood-red sky was exactly the same as the sky in his dream. An overwhelming heat wave swept in from the narrow door, blowing at his long curly hair … Chapter error, point this report (registered free)
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On one side was a youth who had just turned twelve years old, and on the other side was a beast whose fur was all standing on end, showing off its fangs. On the other side was a boy who had just turned twelve years old, and on the other side was a beast whose fur was all standing on end, showing off its fangs.
His triangular eyes stared fixedly at the youth's throat. His mouth opened wide in a sharp smile, and drops of dripping saliva dripped down from the corners of his mouth as he eagerly wanted to enjoy the sumptuous meal. In the end, the sand wolf could no longer hold itself back, and pounced forward under the boy's extremely shocked and enlarged pupils …
"AHH!" Tall Peak suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the light pillar that had broken through the ceiling and gasped for breath. Millions of motes of dust swirled and danced in the dazzling light pillar. It was a complicated yet silent room.
Staring dumbfoundedly at the dancing dust, his mind was still immersed in the moment when the Sand Wolf pounced at him. It was like a nightmare, but it was so real. Or none of it was real.
After a long time, he heard his own heartbeat, his own breath, and the faint noise coming from outside. Once again, he was powerless to prove that he was no longer in the place he remembered, but in a strange room, a strange world.
He hoped that it was only an illusion but everything was reflected in his eyes. He sat up from the thick fur and stared blankly at the cracked mirror. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked down at his shoulder.
At the last moment of the dream, the horrifying Sand Wolf was biting his shoulder. It was the sharp white teeth that bit into his flesh that woke him from the pain, and sure enough, there were old scars on his muscled shoulders, deep and shallow, scattered in irregular circles. Looking at these scars, he could recall the heart-wrenching pain of the dream.
This was not a dream, it truly happened to him. The peak had never experienced it, and his thoughts were not the original state of mind of this body, but it had suddenly merged with this body a month ago. It had only fused with the body and not this world.
"Phew …" Every time he tried to find a memory other than a name, it would cause his head to hurt. Every time he felt pain, he would wish that he could die, but once he had doubts in his heart, and unnaturally, he wanted to recall it again, the pain would strike again. It was like a cycle of evil, letting him escape pain, escape pain, escape everything in the past.
He did not know who he was. Occasionally, there would be some memory shards that flashed through his mind, but they were also completely different from the world he was living in. It was as if a modern man who had lost his memory had transmigrated to the Wilderness, and even though he looked like a savage, he was still a modern man inside, so even though he had lost all his memories, he was still out of place.
Originally, the owner of the mirror had treated it as a novel ornament and had not put much thought into cleaning it. It was covered with stains and dust, but the peak of the mountain could not explain why it was needed to wipe it. Perhaps after wiping it, the owner would want to retrieve his old self from the mirror.
The youth in the mirror was very handsome, there was a malevolent newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger, and long hair that was like a wild lion's hair was scattered all over his body, but he was definitely not familiar with it. Even though he had been looking at the mountain peak for a month, he still felt unfamiliar and estranged, and even though he did not scare himself like he did on the first day he woke up, his heart still felt uncomfortable, like he was looking at a familiar stranger in the mirror.
He couldn't remember that he couldn't find himself back in the past, that he couldn't find himself back, that he didn't know the meaning of his own life, just like now, eating the rough booklike pancakes and staying in this gloomy room, looking for all the clues that could prove him. After countless futile attempts, he would lie down on his bed and look at the black ceiling.
Narrow. Under the bed, there was a pile of unknown things, what appeared to be toys the previous owner of the body had collected, the skull of a wild beast, oddly shaped and hard branches, glazed stones, and other things that he was familiar with but could not recall, some broken glassware, a water bottle without a label, a bottle covered in dirt and dirt, but able to distinguish the texture of the plastic, all he could think of was that it was plastic, nothing else.
The thing that touched him the most was the metal box on the bed that was used as a pillow. In this place, it was extremely hot during the day, but at night, it was very dark and cold, and the box that emitted the smell of head oil made people feel a little cold during the day, and it was one of the most precious things in the house. But what touched him the most was not the box itself, but the mottled red cross underneath the box.
The box was greasy, and his heart was filled with despair. He didn't have much time left.
The owner of the body was about to face the biggest test in his entire life. As an attendant, he was about to participate in an assessment that determined his fate.
To him, the test of his dreams was like a child's game and a war, causing him to be filled with worry and helplessness …
Even if he was unwilling, he could not hide in his room forever. Every time he opened the door, it would be a test for his heart, a sign of his official contact with the world.
"No matter who I was in the past, I am now the Three Claws, the Three Claws of the Western Wilderness. No matter what secrets I held in the past, now, I must live …" Peak kept hypnotizing himself
The moment he pushed open the door, the blood-red sky was exactly the same as the sky in his dream. An overwhelming heat wave swept in from the narrow door, blowing at his long curly hair … Chapter error, point this report (registered free)
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