It was evening when I woke up from the dream.
The system is extremely accurate in this regard, not a second off for 96 hours.
Dreams and reality were perfectly split into two unrelated parts. The pain, darkness and despair in the dream left no trace in reality. When Qi Guang opened his eyes, he was still a little unclear about where he was. Every part of his body seemed to be wrong.
In the evening, unless the fireplace was lit, the room would be pitch dark. Qi Guang sat up and looked around. His vision reflected a scene that was completely different from the past.
The world in darkness is colorful.
If you have seen the images captured by a thermal imaging camera, it is almost the same scene as what Qi Guang is seeing now.
—Color blocks of varying shades are painted on a black base cloth. Perhaps because heat will radiate outwards, the outlines of the color blocks are not clear, but you can still tell that this is a table and chair, that is a water cup and bowl, and the orange-red color of the fireplace is bright, diffusing outwards like translucent mist.
If the color blocks he saw really represented temperature, then the fireplace should have been lit not long ago and still had some residual heat.
There is still some warmth.
He was in a coma for four days, and who lit the fireplace
Qi Guang remained sitting, clutching the quilt calmly.
His heart beat faster and his back felt cold as if the wind was blowing across it.
Qi Guang didn't expect that he had just evolved and didn't even have a chance to practice, and now he had to start actual combat.
He never expected that the defense device he spent a lot of points on could not stop the foreign invaders - here he condemned the system that sold counterfeit and shoddy goods in his heart.
The presence of an invader meant not only the battle to come, but also the damage that had already been done.
Qi Guang looked around the room again. In the cold room, only the fireplace still had a hint of warmth. He did not see the heat source he was looking for.
Big Mao is missing.
The chicks he raised with a spoonful of paste and a piece of meat disappeared. Qi Guang clearly remembered that when he locked Da Mao in a chicken coop before he evolved, the little chicks chirped at him cutely and rubbed his hands with their fluffy little bodies.
Now it's gone.
Qi Guang pursed his lips, his emotions fluctuating slightly, showing that the combination of the two evolutionary gift packs had partially repaired his broken emotions.
He lay back down again and breathed more easily.
The furnishings in the house had changed, indicating that the intruder did not just come and leave, but stayed in his house. The remaining heat from the fireplace was about to dissipate, and it was getting dark - he would soon be able to wait for the intruder.
Although this matter is more terrifying than having an intruder.
When he was in a coma due to evolution, someone entered his house.
That person ate, drank, and lived in his house, and probably slept next to him at night, feeling as comfortable as if he were at home. But he lost consciousness and was at the mercy of others, and now he couldn't be sure what happened when he was unconscious.
Qi Guang held his breath to stop himself from imagining too much, and closed his eyes to concentrate on listening to the sounds outside the house.
Now he could understand why humans could not escape the zombies' pursuit no matter how they hid. When he concentrated on listening, the sound was still as clear as if it was right next to his ears through the thick adobe wall.
That kind of sound was connected to his vision, and when he heard it, the corresponding scene appeared before his eyes.
When the wind blew through the leaves, he immediately knew what shape and size the leaves were, and how fast the wind was blowing.
An animal jumped from the branch, and almost at the same time he knew it was a squirrel jumping down from the tree, breaking three branches and jumping onto another tree.
The sound of the squirrel's claws grabbing the tree trunk was as loud as scratching on a blackboard.
Very, very loud.
Qi Guang tried to focus his hearing in a certain direction, eliminating interfering sounds and capturing only fixed sounds.
Zombies should be able to do this in order to hunt by chasing the unstoppable breathing and heartbeat of humans.
Three minutes later, Qi Guang succeeded.
His body is indeed very suitable for the zombie virus, and after evolution, he was able to quickly master the changes in various sensory organs.
Qi Guang focused all his attention on the path leading in and out of the house, listening for any suspicious movement.
The footsteps sounded unusually light.
It seemed even lighter than the movement of a squirrel leaping from a tree. The branches on the ground only rustled slightly, but there was no sound of breaking.
Qi Guang pricked up his ears, and the subtle sound of the wind blowing across his body vaguely outlined the silhouette of the invader in his head.
He was not tall and had a slim figure, like a teenager. He was carrying something not too big but windy on his back, a bit like a kite or a wing.
This appearance doesn't seem to have much attack power, but Qi Guang still remained vigilant and silently accumulated strength.
He doesn't look like he has any muscles or is very good at fighting. In the apocalypse, he can't pick up a baseball bat and smash people's heads into pieces.
Squeak—
The wooden door of the house was pushed open, and the person who came in lifted the wind-blocking blanket at the door. When he entered, he made a hissing sound and gasped for air, as if he had been freezing outside.
The voice is also very young, a clear and clean boyish voice.
The person who came first put down the things he brought from outside. Qi Guang smelled the scent of branches, which should be firewood for burning.
Then the fireplace was lit. This man's skill in making fire by drilling wood was very poor. Compared to Qi Guang's skill of making a fire in three minutes, it took him nearly an hour to light a flame in the fireplace.
Qi Guang patiently closed his eyes and pretended to be still unconscious, listening to the noises in the room and guessing the intruder's every move.
After lighting the fire, the intruder used his clay pot to boil water, and at the same time washed something in the bucket. After a while, the water was only hot but not boiled, so the intruder poured the hot water into a bowl and walked over with it.
Here it comes.
Qi Guang's breathing remained unchanged, but his heart was as tight as a string, and his body was as taut as a fully drawn bow, just waiting for the most suitable opportunity to come.
He has one chance, and only one chance.
The intruder climbed onto the bed and Qi Guang calculated the distance between them.
One meter, half a meter, twenty centimeters.
Until the slightly damp sheepskin rubbed against his face and the sound of soft breathing was close to his ears.
The man was caught off guard, and when he leaned forward, his vulnerable neck was exposed to his attack range.
The time is now!
Qi Guang suddenly jumped up, grabbed the man's wrist with one hand and pressed his neck with the other hand, then turned over and pressed the man down on the bed.
Then he opened his eyes and saw the intruder's appearance in the dim light of the fireplace.
This is indeed a young boy with blond hair, blue eyes, and a short reddish hair on top of his head.
The boy's face was delicate and clean, the kind that would be described as an angel before the end of the world. His eyes were wide open with a look of surprise, and he looked very innocent.
Unfortunately, Qi Guang’s emotional system has not yet been repaired to the point where it can respond to appearance. His judgment that the boy is good-looking is based on rational analysis.
"Who are you?" Qi Guang noticed that the boy was struggling, so he exerted force with his hands and used both legs to suppress him.
"Xi..." The young man opened his mouth, uttered a single sound, then suddenly changed his tone, and struggled to speak under Qi Guang's ruthless iron hand holding his throat, "Da Mao!"
Qi Guang's grip loosened for a moment, and the boy took a quick breath and shouted, "I'm Damao!"
Look at his watery eyes! They are exactly the same as Damao's!
Qi Guang squinted at the young man. His bright and clear blue eyes did not match the black eyes of his chick. Moreover, the chick was covered with white down, and if it turned into a human, it should not have blonde hair with a hint of red highlights.
He didn't believe it.
Although this is indeed big hair.
Ahem, it's Heath.
Stimulated by Qi Guang's sudden fall, Heath entered the molting period ahead of schedule, and transformed from a chick into a form that was more powerful and more convenient to do things.
It just became so complete that even Heath himself could hardly recognize himself.
Heath smelled suspicion from Qi Guang. The hand that was pinching his neck loosened for a moment but then tightened again, strangling his breath.
Heath tried desperately to recall if there was anything that only he and his owner knew that could prove his identity as a big cat.
But then again, is this the speed and strength that humans should have? He, a beastman, was suddenly attacked and had no time to react. He couldn't struggle at all, as if he was fixed by some powerful shackles.
Heath had tested his combat prowess before becoming like this. Although it couldn't be compared to what he had before, he was not someone as weak as the human race who could knock him down with one blow.
The aura emanating from Qi Guang was very dangerous, warning him that his current situation was not good.
"I..." Heath's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, "There is a small black birthmark on the back of Big Hair's neck. You found it when the hair was falling out!"
"Me too! Right over here!"
If Qi Guang hadn't told Heath about this, he wouldn't have known about it.
Whether in human or bird form, the back of the neck is a visual blind spot, and it is impossible to see whether there is any birthmark there.
Qi Guang also remembered this incident. The black birthmark on the back of Da Mao's neck was very distinctive. It could only be seen when the hair had almost fallen out. It was a small angular triangle with perfectly equilateral sides that ordinary chicks would not have.
Heath was roughly pressed on the face by Qi Guang and his head was turned away. There was indeed a small black mark on the boy's white neck, which was also a small triangle, with one corner hidden in the hair.
Qi Guang looked at the black mark on the back of the boy's neck and measured it with his hand.
Because the boy is much bigger than the chick, the large black spot on the back of the chick's neck appears much smaller on the boy's neck. Also, because the chick's skin is pink and tender, the color of the birthmark appears to be darker than it is now.
"I'm really a big hair..."
Heath was pressed face down on the bed by Qi Guang. He stretched his legs and tried his best to show that he was innocent and harmless. He was as cute as a little chick.
Qi Guang stared at the boy's neck, which was so fragile that it could be strangled directly, and let go after a few seconds.
Although a chick turning into a human (with wings) doesn't sound very realistic, it does explain why the defense devices set up around the house did not respond, allowing the intruder to come and go freely.
The intruder did not come in from the outside but went out from the inside, so his defense device would certainly not work.
Since even system time travel can be achieved, it is possible that the young man in front of him is the big Mao he raised.
Especially since China is a country with countless legends of ghosts, monsters, and goblins repaying their gratitude.
In ancient times, there was the snail girl, and today there is the chicken boy.
It sounds strange and makes sense.
"Cough cough cough..." Heath covered his neck and coughed. He was dizzy from being strangled for too long and his wings were dragging behind him, looking pitiful.
Because of premature molting, his wings did not grow well, and there were only sparse down covering the gray periosteum. He looked so thin and bony that Heath almost cried at first sight.
Qi Guang lowered his eyes and looked at him. When he had almost finished coughing, he asked, "You are wearing my clothes?"
Heath was wearing his sweater and sheepskin coat. Due to the difference in body size, he rolled up his sleeves and let his coat hang down to his knees. He was estimated to be at least ten centimeters shorter than Qi Guang.
"Because it's cold..." Heath blinked and took a deep breath, then knelt upright on the bed.
He glanced at his wrist. The bone was aching badly, and the skin was swollen and blue, forming an obvious grip mark.
A human, using physical strength alone, crushed his wrist so hard that it almost broke.
Heath swallowed and said, "The story is a bit long... If you don't mind, I can tell you."
Heath had no intention of hiding or lying about his origins, and he had nothing to conceal.
Several months of getting along were enough for him to know the character of the young man in front of him.
He is highly vigilant, cold and suspicious, and has a sharp intuition that is completely not at the level of humans. Heath swears by his animal instincts as a reverting beast that if he hides something or lies, Yuying will definitely notice it.
People who are already very vigilant and have difficulty trusting others, once caught cheating or concealing something, will never have a second chance to gain trust.
Xisike was still thinking about using his fallen flight feathers to build a beautiful nest for Yuying.
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