Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

I started today.

The style may be different from the original, please understand and be prepared by your brothers and sisters.

As mentioned before, Fan is sorted by timeline. The first one is about the “original earth” hundreds of millions of years ago. After the nuclear war, before the meteorite struck, someone’s story was called “Peeling Mouse”.

The length is relatively long, I hope everyone likes it.

If a friend is willing to create his own story in the framework of "Cultivating the Four Universe" and complete some details, it is also possible. Please free yourself and play freely. If you like, the old cow can also send it out and share it with everyone.

Ok, don't talk nonsense, new journey, we start.

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Hundreds of millions of years ago, the origin of the earth, the end era.

war.

The war has changed everything.

But they can't change the people who started the war.

......

The city is like a rotting corpse. The broken wall is like its broken skeleton. The broken road is a twisted blood vessel and nerve. I don’t know if the dead corpse is a parasite that is parasitic on the city’s body.

The boy felt the rusty chain deeply embedded in his ankle, plus the blood on the head and down, almost no feeling of the existence of the feet.

The brain is extremely inflated, and the congested eyeballs are bursting open.

Looking out through the criss-crossing blood, the sun struggled in the thick nuclear cloud, flooding the colorful bleak spot of the rot of the body, and the tall buildings in the city that had not completely collapsed, forming the skyline of the claws, made him again Once I understand why this city will be called "Tombstone Town".

The city is a tomb, they are the undead living in the tomb, or according to the underground people, it is the "devil."

The line of sight continued to fall, and the twisted and uncollapsed buildings had long been armored into a fort. The deformed faces emerged from the black hole's shooting holes, and they were interested in watching those people kill him.

Further down, it is a cold spear with a variety of skulls and corpses - the most common double-headed and wild boar, as well as the scorpion snake and the phoenix. The expensive "Zhenzhen delicious".

Even the boy saw a hand hanging on a hook, and was placed in the middle of the moon by various meat stars.

It was a black scorpion, it looked like there was no meat, and it was a lot of appetite.

But the hand is a hand after all, no matter whether the tombstone town or the **** wilderness people believe that the sweet meat contains special energy, which can help them resist radiation, enhance strength and bring good luck.

Therefore, this is the most demanding thing in the meat market. Even rare meat can be delivered to the meat market. It is usually divided by zombies, mobs or "movils" on the spot.

The boy's hand is white and tender, like tofu or white-faced scorpion, even like the hands of an underground man. This is a godsend for good luck or bad luck.

In order to avoid trouble, he usually protects his hands with dirty bandages and gloves.

But now, these hands are exposed to countless greed and dirty eyes, and even caused a burst of saliva.

The boy feels sick, he wants to vomit, but unfortunately, he has been beaten and can't spit it out.

The boy's gaze continued to fall. This time, he saw the butcher who was as strong as the meat mountain. He was grinding the meat knives with a knife, and a knife was sharpened. He also extended his half-meter long tongue to try his edge.

When the butcher found that the boy was watching him, the smile on his face was even stronger. He even blinked at the boy and made a face.

The boy retched again and his eyes fell all the way to the ground.

Tombstone town or any town in this world, the ground is always like this, sticky, rancid, as if there is a thick layer of humus, suspicious waste water and stains everywhere, occasionally when the sun tears the nuclear cloud and dust, such as When it is poured into the ground like a magma, it will immediately ignite the earth and raise a patch of poisonous mist. Once exposed to the poisonous fog, even the genetically modified warriors or gangsters will be dizzy, lose their functions and even be on the spot.

However, the mice and the cockroaches continue to survive in this rotten world, such as the water of the fish, the mass reproduction, and the faint signs of replacing humanity.

The boy saw a fat and big mouse drilled out of the slimy, black sulcus, and learned that Soso climbed to a piece of broken meat that "inadvertently" fell to the ground.

It is very vigilant, knowing that these excited and crazy giants are more cruel and awkward creatures, hesitating for a long time, to ensure that no one notices it, and this is like a lightning bolt.

Then, with a bang, a spring-controlled, thin wire fishing line entangled one of its legs, throwing it high in the air, and the butcher took a roll with his tongue. "啪" snapped onto the chopping board.

The butcher grinded all the butcher's knives, and used the beast to test the knife. The seemingly clumsy hands swayed a white light, and the three fat and big mice were peeled off and hung in the third and fifth. On the iron hook, the mouse was still dead, the tail was pumping, and the bleak eyes were just right with the boy.

"Poor beast."

The boy thought, "Where is there a good thing in the world that ‘inadvertently falls?’

Immediately, I smiled in my heart.

Because of his experience, is it exactly the same as this skinned mouse?

As an appetizer before the meal, the skinned mouse was quickly bought at the price of five scrapped mobile phones - the rat meat is one of the few fresh meats that the Mozu can eat this year, not to mention the live killing. Peeling, the price is not high, the customer holding fresh meat, smiled and opened up, smashed on the spot, issued a "squeaky" sound, but also provoked a burst of saliva.

I am afraid, but also to advertise, tell everyone that "fragrant meat arrives", will you sell fresh skinned mice at such a cheap price?

"Boss, it's time to cut the flesh!"

"Fast, I can't wait for him!"

"So good meat, how much is worth it, let's talk, how to sell?"

The boy heard the roar of the Mozus.

Seeing a piece of paper or rot, or swelling, or full of blisters, or three or five eyes, suffering from radiation, genetic variation, filled with cruel and greedy, such as a demon-like face.

The boy was picked up by the butcher and fell to the chopping board where the skinned mouse was just peeled.

The butcher put out his tongue and licked his face, spurting him with a hot stream of stomach acid, and smiled and said: "Don't move, don't hurt, my uncle's craftsmanship is good, and the blood is kept clean."

The boy did not move.

Did not cry.

Like everyone in this era, his tears have long dried up at the moment of birth, and he has long forgotten the taste of crying.

The butcher patted his face with a bright butcher knife and patted his chest. He yelled at the impatient customers: "Come, come, good meat, first-class meat, look This face, look at these hands, no horns, no blisters, no rot, no cysts, no trace of variation, better than the bottom of the world to eat the best meat!

"The fleshy meat rolls, the gods stand unsteadily, so that the good fragrant meat eats one piece, as long as one piece, cures all diseases, even the three-level radiation area can be in and out, come, bid, fragrant meat, white Good tender meat!"

The boy saw more and more people gathered in the meat market. About half of the tombstones in the town of Tombstone were crowded, and the sound of saliva converge into a strong and sour ocean.

The turbid light in the turbid eyes was more scary than the bright butcher knife. He closed his eyes and asked his brother for help.

"Brother, save me."

The boy said.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

My brother said, "You and this butcher said, you will never run - you are so small, there are so many people here, you can’t get through, so you can’t run away, so can he let go of the chain on your feet? This way, the bloodletting is faster, the blood will not stay in the soles of the feet, it is also delicious, you call him 'uncle', the feet can sell higher price, he will agree.

"Then, you can hear it clearly. These brothers won't say the second time. Then, my brother will kill everyone on the meat market. I can give you five to ten minutes. You will find a military rucksack immediately. When I saw the camouflage man over there, I used his rucksack to fill the flesh of the meat market, and then took the third shotgun and the fifth three-eye pistol on the right. Remember not to forget the bullets, run to the left, go to the 'Old John Cars' to get a modified car suitable for long-distance running in the desert. The day before yesterday, 'The Black Ghosts' had a very good one, in Old John. Modification there, it should be changed today, I hope it has not been shipped away, all this must be completed in ten minutes, no, seven minutes, otherwise the remaining half of the tombstone town will catch up, understand?"

"understood."

The boy nodded silently in his heart and stuttered. "But, but I won't drive, what should I do?"

"It doesn't matter, it's very simple. We haven't seen it several times in Old John. I should be able to."

My brother said, "But... killing all the people here, I am afraid I will consume too much of me... I may... In short, I will start at the beginning, but you must learn, you must learn very quickly, behind The road is to go by yourself!"

"what?"

The boy was shocked, gave birth to a foot, and felt helpless. It was even more fearful than being tied to the chopping board. "Brother, what are you talking about, we are born together, don't leave me, I No one can do it!"

"You can do it, you can always, your potential is far stronger than me, but you haven't found it yet."

My brother said, "In short, don't worry so much, ask the butcher for mercy, ask him to let go of your feet, remember, the tone is a little bit, helpless. Now, your pity is our greatest weapon."

The boy swallowed hard and looked at the butcher with pity.

At this moment, the butcher has lifted the butcher knife high, I do not know whether to show off the knife, or really want to fall off the butcher knife.

The boy's brain was blank, and the eyes of the scorpion seemed to be blocked by the frozen blood. Even half a word could not be said.

"Say, let's talk!"

My brother said.

"Fragment, good meat, virginity, fair price!"

The butcher said.

"Fast, do it, drag and drop, do something? Chips, bullets, gasoline, engines, bulletproof vests, sniper rifles and even armored vehicles. What price do you want to say, my uncle can afford it!"

Customers who are not ghosts and ghosts say.

"Hey! Hey! Hahahahahaha!"

Wrapped around the tombstone town, raging the entire wasteland, mixed with the wind and the smell of rancid smell.

"I……"

The boy was stuttering and hoarse, and in the hysterical screams of many customers, he couldn't hear what he was talking about.

However, the other is sharp and sharp, like a snake-like voice, but it is a hundred times louder than him, like a scoop of ice water, poured into the hot meat market.

The boy saw a very wet hand and gently caught the knife that the butcher was about to drop. It also seemed to catch the butcher's son bag, making the butcher's face particularly ugly.

Unsightly, even fear.

Then, the boy heard the owner of the wet hand, with a more humid voice, faintly said: "This is my sheep, who said I want to sell?"