Chapter 3282

It's going to start today.

The style may be different from the true story. Please understand and be prepared.

As I said before, the first one is about the story of a person who lived on the "original earth" hundreds of millions of years ago after the nuclear war and before the meteorite attack. His name is "yesterday reappears.".

The length is relatively long. I hope you like it.

If a friend is willing to create his own story under the framework of "repairing the four universes" and fill in some details, it's OK. Please let yourself go and play freely. As long as you like, Lao Niu can also send it out for everyone to share.

OK, no nonsense, new journey, let's start.

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

Warfare.

War changes almost everything.

But it doesn't change who started the war.

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The city is like a rotten corpse, the broken walls are like its broken skeleton, the fragmented roads are twisted blood vessels and nerves, and the dead walking corpses are maggots parasitic on the city corpses.

The boy felt that the rusty chain was deeply embedded in his ankle. In addition, he could hardly feel the existence of his feet because of the blood countercurrent under his head and feet.

But the brain is extremely inflated, and the congested eyeballs will burst out.

Looking out through the crisscross blood, the sun struggled in the thick nuclear cloud, overflowing with the colorful dim light of corpse decay, while the high-rise buildings in the city, which have not yet completely collapsed, formed a gnawing skyline, made him understand again why this city is called "tombstone town".

Cities are tombs. They are the dead living in tombs, or "demons" according to the underground people.

The sight keeps falling. The buildings that are twisted but not collapsed have long been built into fortresses by armor. The deformed faces emerge from the black shooting holes. They are very interested in watching those people butcher him.

Further down, there are glittering spears filled with all kinds of skulls and corpses, including the most common double headed cattle and mutant wild boar, as well as expensive "delicacies" such as Tianzu snake and chicken.

Even, the boy saw a hand hanging on an iron hook, which was placed in the middle like the stars of all kinds of meat.

It's a black hand. It doesn't look like much meat, and it can't attract much appetite.

But hands are hands after all. People in Tombstone town and the bloody wasteland believe that fragrant meat contains special energy, which can help them resist radiation, enhance strength and bring good luck.

Therefore, this is the most popular thing in the meat market. Even very few fragrant meat can be transported to the meat market, which is usually divided up by zombies, mobs or "demons" on the spot.

The boy's hands are white and tender, like tofu or steamed bread with white flour, or even like the hands of an underground man, which is a gift of good or bad luck.

To avoid trouble, he usually uses dirty bandages and gloves to keep his hands tight.

But now, these hands are exposed to countless greedy and dirty eyes, and even cause bursts of swallowing.

The boy felt sick. He wanted to throw up. Unfortunately, he had been beaten so much that he couldn't throw up anything.

The boy's eyes continued to fall. This time, he saw a butcher who was as strong as meat mountain, grinning his meat chopper with a smile. One of the knives was grinded, and his tongue was half a meter long.

When the butcher found that the boy was looking at him, the smile on his face became more intense. He even winked at the boy and made a grimace.

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

Tombstone town or any town in the world, the ground is always like this, thick and rotten, as if there is a thick layer of humus, full of suspicious waste water and stains. Occasionally, when the sun tears up the nuclear clouds and dust, pouring to the ground like magma, it will immediately ignite the earth and raise a beautiful poisonous fog, Even the soldiers or bandits who have been genetically modified will be dizzy, lose function and even die on the spot.

However, mice and cockroaches continue to survive in this rotten world. They are like fish in water and reproduce in large numbers. There are faint signs of replacing human beings.

The boy saw a fat and big mouse coming out of the slimy, black ditch, and learned that soso was crawling towards a piece of meat that had "accidentally" fallen to the ground.

He was very alert. He knew that these crazy giants around him were more cruel and cunning creatures than him. He hesitated for a long time to make sure that no one noticed him. Then he rushed to the meat like lightning.

Then, with a Shua, a fishing line controlled by a spring and as thin as hair entangled one of its legs and threw it high into the air. Then, the butcher rolled and swung it with his tongue and snapped it on the chopping board.

The butcher grinds all the butcher's knives, and just uses the animal to test the knife. A white light appears between his clumsy hands. After three times, five divided by two, he peels off the skin of the big fat mouse and hangs it on a hook. At this time, the mouse is not dead and clean. As soon as he draws his tail, his dark eyes are just opposite to the boy.

"Poor beast."

The boy thought to himself, "where in the world can there be good things that fall by accident?"

Immediately, he began to smile bitterly in his heart.

Because his experience is as like as two peas of the rat?

As an appetizer before dinner, the skinned mouse was quickly bought at the price of five discarded mobile phones. Mouse meat is one of the few fresh meat that the demons can eat these days. Moreover, it is now slaughtered and peeled alive. The price is really not high. The customer was holding the fresh meat and was happy to open it up, nibbling it on the spot, making a "click click" sound, It is to arouse a burst of saliva to swallow a sound even more.

I'm afraid that it's also for advertising to tell you that "meat arrives" that fresh skinned mice will be sold at such a cheap price, right?

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

"Come on, I can't wait!

"Such a good meat is worth as much as it costs. How can I sell it?"

The boy heard the demons howling one after another.

See a piece or rotten, or swollen, or covered with blisters, or have three or five eyes, suffering from radiation, genetic variation, full of cruel and greedy, such as demon like faces.

The boy was picked up by the butcher and fell on the cutting board where the skinned mouse had just been skinned.

The butcher put out his tongue, licked his face, and spurted out the heat flow with stomach acid towards him. He said with a smile: "don't move, it doesn't hurt. Uncle is very good at making sure the blood is clean."

The boy didn't move.

I didn't cry.

Like all people in this era, his tears had already dried at the moment of birth, and he had long forgotten the taste of crying.

The butcher patted him on the face and chest with a sharp butcher's knife, and yelled to the impatient customers: "come on, come on, excellent fragrant meat, first-class fragrant meat, look at the face and hands, no horns, no blisters, no rot, no cysts, no trace of variation, the best fragrant meat better than underground people!

"When the fragrant meat rolls around, the immortal can't stand steadily. If you eat a piece of good fragrant meat like this, you can cure all kinds of diseases. Even the three-level radiation area can go in and out at will. Come on, bid, fragrant meat, white and tender fragrant meat!"

The boy saw more and more people gathered in the meat market, and about half of the demons in Tombstone town crowded over, and the sound of saliva gathered into a sea of strong acid.

Those turbid eyes gave off turbid light, but they scared him more than the bright butcher's knife. He closed his eyes and asked his brother for help.

"Brother, help me."

Said the boy.

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

The elder brother said, "you told the butcher that you would never run - you are so small, there are so many people here, and you can't run away. So can he loosen the iron chain on your feet, so that the bleeding will be faster and the congestion won't stay in the sole of your feet, and it's more delicious. You call him" Uncle ". If your feet can sell at a higher price, he will agree.

"Then, if you listen to me clearly, my brother won't say these words again. Then, my brother will kill all the people in the meat market, which will buy you about five to ten minutes. You immediately find a Military Backpack - see the bald man in camouflage clothes over there, and fill his backpack with the meat in the meat market, Take the third hairy shotgun and the fifth three eyed pistol on the right. Remember the bullets. Run to the left, run to old John's car shop, and get a modified car suitable for long-distance running in the desert. The day before yesterday, the nigger gang had a very good one, which was modified by old John. It should have been modified today. I hope it hasn't been delivered yet, All this needs to be done in ten minutes, no, seven minutes, or the rest of tombstone will catch up. Do you understand? "

"I understand."

The boy nodded silently in his heart and stammered, "but I can't drive. What should I do?"

"It doesn't matter. It's very simple. We've seen it at Old John's several times. I think I can."

The elder brother said, "but... Killing all the people here, I'm afraid it will consume too much of me... I may... In a word, I'll drive at the beginning, but you must learn, and learn quickly. The way behind is up to you!"

"What?"

The boy was surprised and felt helpless. He was even more scared than being tied to the chopping board. "Brother, what are you talking about? We were born together. Don't leave me. I can't do it alone!"

"You can do it. In fact, you can always do it. Your potential is far stronger than mine, but you haven't found it yet."

The elder brother said, "in a word, don't worry about so much. First ask the butcher for mercy. Please let go of your feet. Remember, the tone is pitiful and helpless. Now, your pitiful is our biggest weapon."

The boy swallowed hard and looked pitifully at the butcher.

At this moment, the butcher has raised the butcher's knife. I don't know if he is showing off his skill or if he really wants to cut it down.

The boy's brain is blank, his throat seems to be blocked by frozen blood, and he can't even say a word.

"Say it, say it!"

Said the elder brother.

"Fragrant meat, the best fragrant meat, the old and the young are not deceived, the price is fair!"

Said the butcher.

"Come on, let's go. What's going on? Chips, bullets, gasoline, engines, body armor, sniper guns and even armored vehicles, what price do you want? You can afford it

People are not people, ghosts are not customers said.

"Ho ho ho! Hee hee hee! Ha ha ha ha ha

The wind, which is winding around tombstone town and ravaging the whole wasteland, is mixed with the smell of radiation dust and putrefaction.

"I..."

The boy stammered, hoarse, and couldn't hear what he was saying among the hysterical howls of many customers.

However, another sharp and sharp voice, like a poisonous snake, is a hundred times louder than him, like a ladle of ice water, pouring on the hot meat market.

When the boy saw a very wet hand, he gently grasped the knife that the butcher was about to drop. It was like catching the butcher's son's bag, which made the butcher's face very ugly.

Ugly, even scared.

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