Chen Yang covered the back of his hand that was bleeding profusely, and trembled as he shouted, "Chao Jian... stop hitting me... stop hitting me... Chao Jian!"
The young man was leaning on one crutch, holding another in his hand. He tilted his head and there was a terrifying red in his eyes.
That was not something that could be caused by a high fever, it had a bloody smell.
Strange and scary.
Chen Yang's blood suddenly flowed backwards and he couldn't help but take a step back, fear evident on his face.
"you… "
Chen Yang's mind went blank, his lips trembled, and he said dryly, "Calm down."
Chao Jian lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the turbid blood on the crutch without saying a word, and suddenly laughed out loud.
"I am calm."
The cane was swung again.
It was the first time Chen Yang saw the boy smile, and he couldn't breathe for a few seconds.
The suffocating sound spread.
Chen Yang's hand was in so much pain that he was sweating coldly. Blood was dripping down and forming a pool of bright red at his feet. His face was as pale as a ghost and his whole body was shaking.
"Chao... Chao Jian... I need to be bandaged..."
He glanced at Jian's lifeless pupils, his whitened finger bones loosened, and the bloody crutch fell to the ground.
He fished for the bottle of medicine from his pocket.
Can't open.
My hands were shaking violently.
Chen Yang gritted his teeth and concentrated, then cautiously took half a step towards Chao Jian. When he was not rejected or attacked, he took another half step, and walked towards him tentatively, picked up the medicine bottle on the ground, and moved slightly.
Only two pills left.
He remembered that the boy took two pills at a time, which meant that they were gone after he finished them.
Chen Yang tightened his grip on the medicine bottle, opened the lid as if nothing had happened, and handed the bottle over.
After Chao Jian took the medicine, his hands stopped shaking and the bloodthirstiness in his breath also dissipated. He took off his black sports jacket and then his blue striped hospital gown, then put his jacket back on and held the hospital gown in his hand.
"Iron nails."
Chen Yang didn't have time to wonder how he knew he had this thing, so he found a long iron nail and gave it to him.
"Sizzle"
Chao Jian used an iron nail to cut open the hospital gown and tore off a piece of cloth: "Cover the wound tightly."
Chen Yang did as he was told subconsciously. Just as he was about to say something, he saw him throw the hospital gown on his head.
The smell of medicine and disinfectant suddenly filled my nostrils.
Chen Yang took off the hospital gown, and the boy was nowhere to be found. He pressed the wound with the cloth and turned his eyes, and found that Lin Yue's body had turned into a seed.
They were all seeds, as if someone had poured them out of a bucket and scattered them all over the ground. There were so many of them that they were too numerous to count.
Most of each seed has burrowed into the soil, leaving only a pointed tip exposed; some grow fast and sprout.
I don’t know what it will grow into.
Chen Yang looked at that piece of flesh again, walked over silently, rubbed a hole with the tip of his shoe, kicked the flesh into it, and covered it with soil.
Use the same method to cover up the bloodstains on the ground.
Chao Jian brought back some unknown grass. He took a few pieces, crushed them, and squeezed the juice onto Chen Yang's bloody wound.
Chen Yang stretched out his arms blankly.
It was not until the boy cut a piece of cloth from the hospital gown and bandaged his wound skillfully that he came back to his senses and muttered, "So you know about herbs, then why don't you find something to cure colds..."
"Shut up."
Chao Jian's tone was cold and there was an unremovable gloom between his brows.
Chen Yang swallowed his saliva. It seemed that the effect of the medicine had not yet been fully exerted.
After returning to the cave, Chen Yang went in and hid there.
I don’t know what herb it was, but the bleeding from his wound gradually stopped. He still hurt, and he had lost a lot of blood. He felt very weak, and he fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, the sun was setting. The figure sitting at the entrance of the cave was tall and thin, and it was the silent and cold young man again.
All the darkness was suppressed by those two pills.
Chen Yang thought of the medicine bottle. It was all written in Tadpole script. He was not sure if it was written in any language other than English. He did not recognize it.
What calcium supplement? It's just a trick to fool three-year-old children.
It should be a psychotropic drug.
Chen Yang knew very well that from the moment he met Chao Jian at the dock, he felt that the other person was not like a normal person, and there was an indescribable sense of incongruity.
But Chao Jian, who kept swinging his crutch, was bloody and violent, irrational, and frightened him, did not have any of these qualities.
That is the real Chao Jian.
Chao Jian, who has taken medicine, is undergoing treatment.
Chen Yang went out, holding onto the stone wall, and sat down next to the young man. He said without a word, "Bread."
Without waiting for the boy to respond, Chen Yang continued, "I tried it before coming in. It's at the corner of Xifu Street behind Sanlian Bridge."
"It tasted terrible, worse than you can imagine. I felt very uncomfortable after eating it. When you met me at the intersection at night, I was going to the hospital for an IV drip because of a stomachache caused by eating that."
"When Zhang Yan asked us on the boat, I realized that I couldn't remember the salesman's face at all, so I thought it was related to the mission."
Chen Yang paused and said, "I didn't tell Zhang Yan and the others because I was afraid that they would use me as a life-saving talisman and eat my flesh, just like Lin Yue did."
"When Zhang Yan told me that I was cursed, I suspected that he had it wrong. I also knew that I was not cursed because of the bread, but I did not avoid it subjectively. I did not tell you not because I was afraid that you would eat me too, but because I felt that there was no hint and it was useless. Do you believe what I said?"
Chao Jian lowered his head and played with a small yellow flower that he had picked from somewhere: "Why don't you believe it?"
Chen Yang looked at him for a while and said calmly: "Drink my blood."
The little yellow flower in Chao Jian's hand fell down.
Chen Yang was not just talking casually, he was very serious: "You are also cursed. It's only temporary that you are fine now. I don't know when you will mutate. I can't complete the task alone. I need your help."
Chao Jian looked at him for a moment: "This kind of mission world is not without rules. The special effect of the bread block should only be useful to you personally."
"Even if someone else takes you for themselves, they will still be cursed."
Chen Yang was startled: "Really?"
"Um."
Chao Jian picked up the little yellow flower and threw it into his hand.
Chen Yang was puzzled and asked, "Why are you giving me flowers?"
Chao Jian: "Eat it."
Chen Yang looked at the small yellow flower and ate it.
Still trust.
As for other things, Chen Yang would not ask about them as they were personal privacy.
It seemed that the other party was going to pretend that nothing had happened and would not tell him.
The flowers were bitter, and Chen Yang's face wrinkled. He glanced at the coughing boy and asked, "Isn't there any herbal medicine for colds and fevers nearby?"
He exhaled burning breath towards Jian: "Yes, I'm too lazy to do it. It feels good to be sick."
Chen Yang: “…”
I'm still crazy even after taking the medicine.
It was getting dark and it was time for dinner at the foot of the mountain.
A group of monsters gathered together, among them was a big boy whose clothes were out of place.
It was Zhao Yuan.
He was discovered hiding in a water tank in the morning. His heart stopped beating. He didn't want to die, so he quickly pretended to be the same kind of monsters. He dug the soil and ate fertilizers, and looked like he was enjoying it and was greedy.
After performing for a day, Zhao Yuan was released.
Zhao Yuan still didn't dare to relax. He ate a lot of chemical fertilizers. As he ate, his body accepted them unconsciously. He was not a fool and knew that he was cursed.
But we haven't lost our human thinking yet.
Zhao Yuan thought optimistically that as long as he was conscious, he was still a human being. It was getting dark, and after he got through dinner, he must find a way to escape into the mountains and look for Chen Yang and the others.
Just complete the mission and go back.
When he gets back, he'll sleep for a week and then eat hotpot for another week.
A foul smell wafted over, followed by a creepy gurgling sound of swallowing saliva.
Zhao Yuan secretly glanced at dinner and almost fainted.
This time it is not chemical fertilizers, but farmyard manure.
Because there are no humans anymore, even farm manure has become scarce, and we have to use it sparingly. It has to be diluted with a lot of water, making it very watery.
Several large buckets of it.
Brother Cheng had a pale face and held a large dung ladle in his wooden hand. He scooped up a ladle of dung water and poured it back, stirring it.
The swallowing sound became louder.
All the monsters stood in their own pits, waiting to be fertilized.
This scene fell into the eyes of Zhang Yan who was behind the window of Granny Qi's old house. He hid for a day and saw Granny Qi gnawing on a few bloody bones.
I don't want to think about any bones.
Anyway, now when he watched those things eat, he felt no emotion in his heart, as he was numbed by the disgust.
He was just curious about what Zhao Yuan, the fake same species but real alien, would do. If he didn't drink it, he would be exposed and dead. How could he drink it
That's manure water.
If it were him, could he drink it
Of course.
To survive, you can do it.
Just manure water.
Zhang Yan was watching the fire from the other side of the river, while Zhao Yuan was heartbroken. The dung scoop was extended in front of him, and he tried his best not to spit it out. When he lowered his head to get inside, he accidentally caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. His mouth trembled slightly, and then he raised his hands to hold the dung scoop and hugged it tightly "excitedly".
The dung scoop shook violently, spilling some dung water.
The eyes of the other monsters moved over in unison.
The manure water was splashed towards Grandma Qi's old house, and a few drops splashed onto the wall. A monster discovered Zhang Yan behind the window.
Zhang Yan originally thought it was none of his business and was even a little absent-minded, thinking about how to investigate at night. But he was caught off guard and failed to hide in time, so he was immediately targeted.
Oh shit!
Zhang Yan immediately rushed out of the old house, picked up a stone and threw it at the old woman Qi who was full in the yard, then swiftly climbed over the wall and escaped.
Pretending to be a mutant and drinking feces to stay alive? Bullshit, it's impossible!
Zhang Yan was chased by monsters, and Zhao Yuan took the opportunity to escape in a panic.
Life and death are just a matter of a moment.
Chen Yang didn't know what was going on with Zhang Yan and Zhao Yuan. There was a piece of flesh missing from the back of his hand, and the treatment options were very limited. When he was awake, even if he didn't move, his hand would hurt. He had no choice but to force himself to sleep.
At 10:35 in the evening, Chen Yang was awakened by Chao Jian, and the two entered the cave.
Overlapping space appears again.
This time, Chao Jian took Chen Yang through the point where two spaces overlapped, and the scene in front of them became unfamiliar.
A large altar with three stone pillars standing around it.
Nothing else.
The emptiness made Chen Yang feel a little chilly. He held the box in front of him and stepped onto the altar step by step.
The box didn't change, and there was no reaction.
Chen Yang opened the box, waited for a while, and then closed it again. The wound on the back of his hand was affected, and he hissed in pain: "This altar belongs to the tribe of the disappeared civilization..."
Chao Jian suddenly said, "There are footsteps."
Chen Yang was stunned: "No."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, he heard it too!
Many people are walking around.
The footsteps became faster and closer, and stopped at the foot of the altar.
Disappeared.
Chen Yang stood stiffly on the altar, his face pale and his feet unable to move.
Chao Jian climbed a few steps with crutches and raised a crutch. Chen Yang grabbed it in panic and was pulled down from the altar by him.
"Are those footsteps ghosts?"
Chen Yang trembled: "Let's go out. There is nothing else here except the stone pillars and the altar..."
The next moment he suddenly opened his eyes wide, his lips trembling: "Why is there a stone slab there?"
It was lying just to the left of the steps, it was not there when we came in.
"no."
Chao Jian said: "It is made of mud, a clay tablet."
Chen Yang held onto the boy's walking stick and followed him closely. He discovered that the words on the clay tablet were the same as those on the box and the stone tablet. He could not understand any of them.
However, in addition to text, there are also pictures on the clay tablets.
There are three pictures in total.
The first picture shows a man wearing a long robe, who looks like a leader, standing on an altar, with a circle of people kneeling around him.
The background of the painting is full of vines, as thick as fingers and covered with thorns, like some kind of plant.
The second picture is the same, except that the leader has a halo-like thing above his head.
The third painting shows an altar surrounded by four pillars.
The leader was actually kneeling, and those who were kneeling in the first two pictures stood up.
besides,
The halo above the leader's head also disappeared.