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Chapter 129: Final (2)

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The little girl's face is the same as Abe's, a smaller version of her.

If Abe's fans see it, they will definitely feel that this is Abe when he was a child.

And this miniature version of Abe is bolder than Abe, as if she is unaware of this evil and disorderly world, and she quietly and contentedly takes in nutrients.

The human figure, as black as scorched earth, seemed not to be full yet after chewing up three people in a row, and searched for the target again.

After learning the lesson of death, the others finally understood that they could not count on the people on the spacecraft to save them, so they ran into the "steel jungle" made of garbage and scraps and disappeared.

The alien turned his attention to little Abe.

Little Abe has finished drinking the nutritional supplements and is scavenging. Those people threw away many "cumbersome" items in order to save their lives, but she didn't mind it and put everything she picked up into her big bag.

The bag was like a greedy snake, and its belly gradually bulged out.

The "scorched earth" sank into the ground, and the fast-moving black shadow sank into the shadow of the bag, like the shadow of a dormant snake.

The thicker shadow in the shadow moved little by little towards the direction of little Abe, and was about to climb up to her toes. Little Abe had a military shovel in his hand at some point.

She inserted the shovel into the ground, scooped it back, and scooped out a handful of smelly black soil.

A tearing roar came from the ground, and a thick shadow like a snake's head swooped towards her ankle!

There were teeth-like bones piercing into little Abe's flesh.

Little Abe was indifferent. She seemed to be playing with mud, shoveling out piece by piece the soil that was particularly thick in color when she looked closely. The fishy stench filled the sky, the smell of undigested human flesh and blood, as well as the stench of its own decay.

Occasionally, some bone spurs fell down, which were also the things that pierced her ankles.

"Scorched Earth" is certainly scary, but its weaknesses are also obvious.

It can only rely on covering the mouth and nose of humans to achieve the purpose of suffocating to death. Its own pulling and tearing force allows it to "chew" food, but it takes a long time to actually absorb it.

And his body can be integrated into the earth, which is naturally loose and fragile.

If those people were not invaded by fear of the unknown, they would be able to fight back as long as they calm down.

His tearing roar suddenly stopped at a certain moment, as if his "vocal cord" had been cut off.

Little Abe piled up these "clods and broken corpses" alone, just like every child building a castle on the beach, silently playing his own game.

After confirming that there was nothing in the ground that could "devour" her, she put the military shovel back into the broken bag.

She stood up, shook her body, and looked at her bleeding ankle.

The child's ankle was tender and fragile, and the bone fragments were embedded deeply. Abe looked down and seemed to know that she could not solve the problem for the time being. She kicked off the dust on the toes of her shoes and continued walking to the next place.

It's just that he walks a little more wobbly than when he came here.

A few days later, in the city made up of "garbage buildings", she saw the latest batch of "cosmic garbage", people who had escaped from the aliens. They scrambled for the food they found among the scraps. They were dying, but full of the ferocity of life weakening to the extreme, biting the fragile wounds of others.

Bloody, embarrassing, cruel and ridiculous.

In a short period of time, they have discovered the rules of survival in this land.

Little Abe looked at them as if they were ordinary garbage. She passed by them indifferently, but suddenly saw an "alien".

It was a little boy about the same height as her. His facial features were beautiful and delicate, his face was as pale as blood, and his lips were also light in color. A head of pale golden hair is like a bright star in such a dirty environment, dazzling. He didn't compete with those people for food, even though he looked worse than them.

But he was the only one here who looked clean, and one could imagine that he was trying his best to avoid maintaining a clean appearance.

He leaned against the broken smart refrigerator, his head lowered and his eyes closed, as if he was dead.

Someone was hovering around him, like a vulture ready to eat carrion at any time. He probably noticed it, and he opened his eyes with a slight movement of his fingers. His blue eyes like glacier water burst out with crazy light, and his childish voice said coldly: "Get out."

The man seemed to have a premonition of the madness of his desperate attack and took two steps back. But seeing the food on the other side being snatched away, he gritted his teeth and turned back to kill him!

The moment he approached, he was hit on the head by a heavy object, there was a buzzing in his ears, and he lost consciousness.

The man's figure fell down as little Aibei and the boy looked at each other. The little boy's cold eyes did not waver for a moment, but turned from the man to little Aibei, staring at her closely.

He was hungry and tired, he had no strength at all, his head was dizzy, and there were flies flying in front of his eyes.

He didn't know what she was going to do, he just looked at her.

Little Abe approached him and knelt down in front of him.

She took out a bag of clean nutrient solution from her small pocket and placed it in front of him.

Without asking a word, he lowered his head and bit the mouth of the bag of nutrient solution, sucked and swallowed. His beautiful eyes were shining, especially bright at the moment when the sweet food passed through his mouth, but he still stared at her.

Until an overwhelming wave of tiredness hit him, his head sank and he fell asleep.

At this time, little Abe squatted down, grabbed his feet and stuffed the bag into the bag, but his body was too heavy, beyond her expectation.

She gave up the idea of putting him in, took a rope and tied his two feet together, then grabbed the rope and walked forward, like dragging a piece of dead meat.

She walked hard and slowly, but she did not give up the idea of leaving this piece of "meat" behind.

Just like small animals hoarding winter grain, they carefully and eagerly drag the stored grain back to their burrows through the rolling gravel.

Little Feynman woke up from the deep darkness. The pain in his brain nerves made him moan unconsciously, but the moment he regained consciousness, he vigilantly swallowed all the sounds back into his throat.

He was reminded of his situation.

There was silence in my ears for a long time, with only wastewater ticking and rolling down the drain pipes of scrapped technological items. Before he could continue to "observe", the sound of almost non-existent footsteps suddenly appeared, close to his ears, followed by the collar of his clothes being pulled open.

The moment he was viciously attacked, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He met a pair of round gray-blue eyes of the girl who fed him the nutrient solution. The color was like a sapphire that the owner didn't care to clean, stained with dust, but she didn't know it, but it still exuded a pure and moving light.

"Huh?" She uttered a questioning exclamation, as if she didn't understand why he suddenly woke up.

Little Abe ignored the wolf-like ferocity in his eyes, and the blade appeared between her fingers.

She wanted to slit his throat and let out his blood.

Little Feynman grabbed the blade from her hand, but missed it and rolled to the ground in a panic. He noticed immediately that his hands were not tied and thought that the person who tied him was careless.

Perhaps it was indeed carelessness.

But little Abe was not troubled by his struggle. She squatted down and pressed her knee against his throat. It seemed effortless, but it made little Feynman, who had been trained since childhood, unable to struggle.

Then she withdrew her knee, and in the blink of an eye, he struggled to get rid of the pain of short-term suffocation and tried to resist, but she punched him in the throat.

He suddenly choked and coughed, sharp pain pierced his trachea, and his vision suddenly went dark.

But she didn't relax, and continued to hit his throat, without any hesitation or hesitation, with a focused expression, as if she was just smashing a struggling fish to prepare her own dinner.

Little Feynman had never felt so close to death.

Fortunately, little Abe was not prepared to let him die like this. After realizing that he was unable to resist, she stopped and dragged him back to the air bed, which was filled with holes and deflated air.

Little Feynman later learned that as the food being hoarded, he had to store it longer while alive than dead.

Before him, she only lived on some discarded expired food. The image of "scorched earth" devouring humans inspired her, and she considered trying his meat as an alternative.

She has no concept of humans and her kind. Maybe it once existed, but it was slowly erased in this living environment.

What allowed the little boy to truly escape from danger was his attempt to talk to her in a desperate situation where he had repeatedly failed to escape.

She looked at his throat "singing" with curious eyes, and tried to follow him to pronounce the ending of each sentence he said.

"What is this place?"

"square."

"what's your name?"

"Yeah."

"Who sent you here?"

"of."

Little Feynman's hoarse voice due to damaged trachea was like a leaky pipe organ, intertwined with her delicate and jumping voice.

His eyes raised upwards, naturally giving off a condescending aura: "You, can't speak?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of black shadows arrived!

She pounced on him like a ferocious beast with bared teeth. Little Feynman was pushed down again. Someone grabbed his light blond hair and pulled it up by the roots. He let out a low hiss in pain.

Little Abe saw his face wrinkled in pain, and then he smiled cruelly and happily.

He got it.

She couldn't speak, but she could tell his emotions.

She could tell he was just laughing at her.

After a long stalemate, he said to her, "I'm sorry."

She didn't understand, but she judged his real thoughts from his eyes and tone. After confirming that the uncomfortable feeling no longer appeared to her, she let go.

For the first time, they reached reconciliation.