Son of the Olden Days

Now that I stepped into the pharmacy again, it hasn't changed much since I left a few months ago.

The air was filled with the faint smell of rancidity that is characteristic of medicinal herbs after being boiled for a long time, and the whispers of mice came from the corner. Thor turned his vision and looked around the shop, but he didn't find anyone.

The interior layout of the shop is a deep rectangle with simple decoration.

There is enough aisle in the middle. On the left hand side is an old dusty counter, and a small iron candlestick is left alone on the countertop. Behind the counter is a shelf for displaying medicines, and the medicines of different colors on the shelves have long since disappeared.

On the right hand side an old bookshelf stands against the wall. In front of the bookshelf there is a low table and a low stool.

Some refining tools were lying on the low table, and several pharmaceutics-related books were scattered on the ground. Obviously, predators had visited here more than once.

What is more conspicuous is the large round black iron pot used to boil herbs on the ground in the open space on the side of the bookshelf, which makes the whole space more fulfilling.

Sol went straight to the back of the counter, squatted halfway and stretched his arms to touch somewhere invisible inside the counter.

After a while, he took out a small dark gray wax-sealed sand cotton paper bag from the hollow mezzanine of the counter. The paper of the paper bag was slightly yellowed because of soaking in blood hibiscus liquid, but the contents in it were still very preserved. Great.

Sol squeezed it with his hands, then put the paper bag in his arms with a complex expression.

He suddenly felt that he was a little funny, and he was already hard to protect himself to this point now, but he was still brooding about this matter in his increasingly desolate heart.

But if we say we must find some spiritual support in this suffering.

Revenge is undoubtedly a good reason.

As for the object of revenge, Saul hopes and believes that she is still alive.

On the platen on the bottom of the counter, Sol collected a small handful of salt mixed in the dust, and found a shriveled cloth pocket in the corner of the platen, in which there were still more than half of the seeds of the pointed leaf dill.

Together with the small candlesticks on the counter and the few books scattered on the ground, Thor stuffed everything he could collect into the hood of his cloak behind him.

Standing in the middle of the room, throwing a few sylvestris seeds in his mouth and chewing meticulously, feeling the slightly watery and fishy taste like eating sand beans, Sol vaguely felt that he seemed to have overlooked something, which made him Some restless.

Frowning thinking for a moment, Thor lightly slammed his fist in his palm.

By the way, it's the mouse. Since just now, he has heard the little guys whispering to each other in a corner.

Those little things that frequent sewers and piles of rubble are cunning and quick, and are always better at finding food than humans.

Sol pulled the candlestick from his hood with his backhand and held the holder. The base of the candlestick was a small round iron tray. He was sure to smash a few little guys with the tray, so that he might still have a dinner. .

As the distance narrowed, the dark vision slowly covered the corner, and Thor was pleasantly surprised to find that the little things did not panic and fled.

They are sitting on the ground with their pointed heads up in a weird and funny posture, looking like a row of piglets waiting to be suckled.

At a distance of about three steps, Thor gradually saw that they were looking up and gnawing on a human corpse lying on the ground.

To be precise, the corpse had been gnawed away so that only the skeleton was left, with all kinds of messy bugs crawling on it.

Most of the flesh and internal organs have long been missing, only scattered pieces of meat stuck to the skeleton. The violent ribs splayed open and snarled into the messy air on all sides, looking like thorns blooming everywhere in the wilderness.

Although there was a vague premonition in his heart, Thor still couldn't help but strayed his eyes.

Sure enough, not far from the skeleton, he saw a lonely head again.

From the little bit of face and half-bald white hair with tooth marks left, Sol almost recognized at a glance that he was the only pharmacist old Buddy Moore in the town.

A dirty hairy mouse has gnawed off his eyes, and is protruding half of his furry body from the eye socket of his head, seeming to be showing off to his companions on the ground that he has made new discoveries.

The whole head didn't roll off to one side at random, but as if it had just grown from the ground, it lay strangely and exactly flat, seeming to be watching him with the two dark hollow eye sockets.

After staring at the head in silence for a moment, Saul shuddered involuntarily, then rushed out of the shop into a nearby laneway in embarrassment.

In the past, Sol had repeatedly participated in the work of burying corpses in the monastery. After the famine, he often encountered some broken corpses and piles of bones when he was wandering in the lanes. It can be said that it is difficult to shake his will in general scenes.

However, when you see a fairly familiar person who is left behind like a pile of garbage in a corner after being eaten by others, your fear will obviously reach new heights.

Now it is another emotion that governs Sol. He feels that he may never have the courage to eat a mouse in his life. Leaning on the aisle wall, Saul put his mouth in the sleeve of his cloak and retched.

It seems that after the old Buddy Moore was divided and eaten, the ants and mice became the second group of guests, and he just inadvertently broke into their feast.

As for the odor that I smelled when I first entered the pharmacy, it was actually the smell of rotting corpses. Even if the smell of boiled herbs in the past was a bit strange, it should have dissipated in a few months.

Various neglected details and associations were magnified in my mind and circled hard, causing Saul to vomit extravagantly, pour out the pitiful inventory in his stomach, and he didn't seem to be ready to stop.

This kind of feeling is terrible, you obviously have an empty stomach, but you still want to vomit out your entire stomach.

After a while, Thor wiped his mouth weakly.

Just as he was leaning on the wall to move tiredly towards the entrance of the lane, someone's footsteps suddenly came from the darkness on the main street.

At first vaguely, then gradually became clear.

Thor froze in place as if frozen instantly, and the weakness on his face disappeared because of the sudden tension. Then he leaned his back against the wall, pressed his hands on the wall from both sides of his body, and slid down silently and quickly to sit on the ground.

It is not easy to ‘see’ someone in the dark. Without lighting, the entire world has only two colors: a dark background and a gray vision of ‘meditation’. If the opponent is still, you can only rely on the opponent's outline to make a rough judgment, and then get close to a very close distance to verify your guess.

Saul wasn't sure if the other party had discovered him, after all, he completely forgot to be alert the moment he rushed out of the pharmacy in a panic.

But at this time, the distance between the two sides must exceed each other's dark vision, which means that if the footsteps want to get closer to themselves, they will definitely turn from the main street into the lane.

Judging from Sol's own survival experience, when encountering unexpected situations in the dark, it is extremely unwise to run blindly or approach an unknown target rashly.

So at the moment he was paralyzed on the ground and instantly turned into a starving little tramp, his lifeless head slumped to one side, naturally and exactly facing the direction of the main street.

It's just a pity that this hasty disguise still has a lot of flaws, because there are no flying flies around him.

In the boundless darkness, the whole world is depressed and heavy.

Saul's drooping gaze pierced from his slightly slit eyes, firmly nailed to the edge of his dark vision, his right hand, which seemed to fall naturally, was trembling slightly, and the finger joints had become because of the dagger that was tightly gripped. pale.

Nowadays, those who still dare to wander on the street are definitely not the general ones, and Thor is ready, he is waiting for the moment when the other party approaches.

Perhaps a child's attack is just a joke to the other party, but that is the only opportunity for him to take the initiative.

The footsteps were not heavy, they walked slowly, and occasionally hesitated slightly. It sounded like they were on guard. Of course, it was also possible that the other party had just eaten his friend and came out for a walk.

From start to finish, Saul was not sure whether he saw anyone, his vision was a little blurred because of his excessive concentration in a short period of time. But the other party shouldn't have noticed himself, the footsteps sounded to have left in the direction where the main street was bright.

It's been a long time since I felt the movement of the same kind at such a close distance, some kind, and some alienated.

Until the surrounding darkness returned to silence, Saul still sat motionless and leaned there.

A child like him in his early ten years cannot live today if he is lucky.

No one can trust and rely on, no wild dogs are strong, no adults are cruel, and there is not much he can do except endure loneliness and carefully collect some poor leftovers.

Learning to survive at this age is both lucky and unfortunate.

Fortunately, because I can live on my own, and not die like unprepared hairy boys. Unfortunately, facing death too early, he will be forced to grow up. Patience, caution, insidious, crazy... Too many positive or negative emotions will involuntarily grow up quickly.

The wind was blowing from nowhere, mixed with sparse raindrops, and the sound of muffled thunder and rolling echoed in the sky, and a heavy rain was about to come.

Saul slowly stood up, Ren Feng tore at the hem of the cloak and his slightly longer hair that had not been taken care of in a long time.

He has always disliked the weather in the south, but it's not too bad in front of him. With the cover of this torrential rain, his return journey will be relatively safer.

After a while, the wind became more and more violent and began to rampage in the roadway, engulfing the increasingly dense raindrops on the face like small rocks, making it difficult for people to breathe.

The whole world suddenly became noisy, and the town was finally no longer silent.

The building shook overwhelmedly, and the blocked wind squeezed through the gap and made some resentful howls.

Time to go home.

Saul took a deep breath and plunged into the wind and rain.

He ran fast while wrapping his clothes tightly, no longer trembling, no longer stingy on physical strength. Ruoyuowu's weight in the hood on his back reminded him that as long as he runs back to the cemetery, today is another miraculous day.

Sol has looked back countless times along the way, but he didn't see anyone.

Such bluffing may not make much sense, but if he happens to turn his head when a certain thunder occurs, he can see the lightning that has split in the dark sky.

With the pale light of the lightning for a while, he could clearly see the appearance of some broken buildings around the main street, and the whole world also had a light color.

Although the time is short and it looks a bit laborious through the rain curtain, this is the favorite part of the whole rainstorm.

At that moment, the earth was bright, and everything was no longer hiding. The feeling that the line of sight can freely extend and penetrate far, convinced Saul that he is still alive and that the world is not dead.

Going straight through the main entrance of the monastery back to the cemetery, Sol hid behind a large tombstone for a while, and found no follower before he descended into the dry well.

Just after taking off the soaked cloak and hanging it out in the open, a sound suddenly sounded in the dark corner of the bottom of the well.

"Papa...Papa..."

It seemed that someone was standing there clapping their hands, and it sounded extremely clear at the bottom of the silent and empty well.

Accidents are often called accidents because they always happen in unexpected places at unexpected times, such as now.

It seems that the world has prepared enough dangers for himself after all.

After a short period of uncomfortable silence, Saul ran quickly, clasping his dagger, and stabbing out to the corner with all his strength, without much hesitation and panic, and no longer cautious and calculating.

It doesn't matter who is there anymore, Sol knows that he doesn't have much to lose except his life.

If you can’t even keep the last shelter from the wind and rain, even if you can escape at this moment and return to the wandering life of sleeping in the grave, you will only be your way in the coming winter. A corpse on the side.

The ending is actually not much different.

The dagger stabbed firmly on the rough wall of the well, rubbing out a few sparks in the darkness.

The moment his vision covered the past, Saul did not see any enemies in the empty corner, but he ignored the pain in the wrist caused by the reaction force of the wall, and still stubbornly swung his weapon at the empty corner again.

The dagger made a semicircle in the cramped corner without hindrance. Obviously, there are no clever assassins or thieves hiding here with invisibility.

Just when huge doubts floated on Sol's face.

"Snapped……"

The voice rang again, this time it seemed to be right in front of the eyes.

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