Dark Age

Chapter 44

"I said when did your bow break have the function of shock?"

"I disappointed my lord, I accidentally upgraded to level 6, so I added an extra skill point."

The wound on Ye Mo's back was not healed at first, but after being hit by Xi Yan, it cracked again. It would have been better if he had to lie down for three days, but now it is estimated that it will be difficult to heal in a week, unless he takes the magic pattern tablet again. capsules.

"This violent woman, it seems that I can't get close to her body in the future..." Ye Mo grinned his teeth and relaxed all of a sudden, his whole body was sore. His head was completely covered. If he hadn't relied on his willpower, he would have passed out by now.

He moved his neck, wiped away some of the devil's blood on his face, and moved closer.

What Xi Yan said was inlaid on the inner wall of the rotten wooden coffin.

The outside of the coffin is rotten wood, but inside it is all white stones, and what makes them both feel strange is a stone in the corner of the inner wall.

Xi Yan noticed something was wrong because of her sensitivity, but after Ye Mo directly activated the best perspective, he found that this special place actually blocked his perspective.

Xiyan smashed the rotten wooden coffin with a longbow, and the coffin shattered to the ground with a bang, except for the stone, which showed an irregular shape, and rolled to Xiyan's feet.

"There is no response to the magic pattern medal, my lord." She picked up the stone and handed it to Ye Mo.

It was slightly cold, but warm, Ye Mo probed with his vitality, but the other party blocked its detection.

But to his surprise, his black magic pattern medal has responded.

"Find the stuff, find the stuff..."

Soon, the Magic Pattern Medal detected the white stone.

Slate of Reincarnation (incomplete): Unknown? ? ?
"unknown?"

Ye Mo was taken aback.

Return the slate of reincarnation?What a breath.

The stone is only the size of an egg, and Ye Mo can hold it with one hand. After studying it for a while, the stone did not respond.

Ye Mo was speechless.

Why does he keep getting mutilated things.

The flying blade is, and so is the slate of reincarnation now.

But Ye Mo knows a truth, all the incomplete ones, as long as they are gathered together, they must be extremely powerful, not to mention the reincarnation stone, even the black magic pattern medal is difficult to detect its function.

Ye Mo put the stone on his body, then searched around, and after finding nothing missing, he returned to Wangjia Village.

Years change, times change, and stars change. Many years later, Ye Mo will sigh that a slate of reincarnation has completely changed his destiny and changed the destiny of a generation.

Whether it is joy or sorrow, sorrow or sigh, only time can answer.

……

Wangjia Village is in ruins.

After cheering and winning, the surviving people were silent at first, and then Ai Ai's sobs sounded for a period of time, and the sound became louder and louder. At the end, they gathered into pieces to shout and roar.

The veteran soldier covered one bloody eye, and kept calling his daughter's name among the ruins.

His voice trembled, choked with sobs, and finally he saw his daughter's toy lying on top of a pile of rocks.

He squatted down, buried his head in digging, and an hour later, his bloody hands picked up a bloody corpse.

The man who was extremely fierce in the battle and whose eyes were pierced by the fishbone dagger of the Jurassic beast collapsed at this moment.

More and more people are holding the corpses of their relatives, and the cries of women are more piercing. In the countryside, for them, men are the sky, the earth, and everything in life.

The howls rose and fell one after another, and all the faces were filled with despair.

There were too many casualties, nearly half of the people, and those who remained were even more mournful.

This is the imprint of this era. Who will live to the end without a few scars in their hearts?

After the First World War, Ye Mo was too tired to care about these things. He returned to Wangjia Village, found a place to sleep, and fell asleep directly.

One day and one night, when Ye Mo woke up, the crying was still there, and the fire was still burning.

But it wasn't buildings that burned, but corpses.

Xiyan dutifully sat beside Ye Mo, silently guarding him.

Followers are good at this, they won't betray no matter what.

Her eyes flickered, looking at the crying villagers, Ye Mo couldn't read her emotions.

Is it sad?Or sympathy?

This battle was a devastating blow to Wang Family Village. A large number of young and middle-aged people died, and the stored food was completely burned. Only some things remained in the cellar. How long can it last?
Without food, and it is difficult to grow food in the current age, the possibility of them surviving is very slim.

Whether it is a woman or a man, when they see the dead bodies of their friends and relatives, they all cry bitterly.

"Sin, what sin did we do?"

"It's over, it's all over, God's punishment."

The dark sky, black clouds rolling, ruthless and cruel.

Goudan stood in front of the fire, holding a girl in floral dress in his arms. The girl was pretty, but her skin was rough and her hands were calloused, which was the result of years of hard work.

Her arms were hanging down weakly, her face was pale and stiff, her abdomen was stained red with blood, the blood had already congealed, obviously she had been dead for a long time.

Goudan bit his pale lips tightly, but his teeth still chattered uncontrollably.

Tears were held back in his eyes, and the flames reflected his pupils brilliantly.

He put the girl's body in the fire without saying a word.

The villagers were silent.

Facing demons and natural disasters, they really have nothing to do.

They are weak, they are powerless, and they are at the bottom of this ecological chain.

The weak are slaves!
The weak have no right to live, nor have the right to speak, they can only growl and be unwilling... But what's the use of that.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Goudan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly went mad. He picked up a charred steel bar on the ground, and slashed at the corpse of the Jura beast on the ground frantically.

Stick after stick!
Crazy and helpless!
No one stopped them, because there were many jurass corpses on the ground that were smashed to pieces.

The villagers who have experienced grief urgently need a way to vent their emotions, and the corpse of the jurassic beast has become something for them to vent their emotions.

Wang Xiaoer was standing beside him, his eyes were full of sadness, and his palm was distorted, obviously fractured.

But compared to death, injury is trivial.

This era is so cruel, what Ye Mo knows is that all of this is just an appetizer.

He has seen hungry humans devouring the Avalokitesvara soil, and encountered demons raising humans in captivity, and then eating them one by one... Even himself, there were times when food was scarce, so he could only cut off the flesh of the dead, even chewing. I didn't dare to chew, and swallowed it directly into my stomach.

This cruelest era has only just lifted the veil a little bit.

Wangjiacun is just a small microcosm of this era, and such things are happening everywhere on the earth.

Crying is the most powerless resistance, Ye Mo understood this truth at a very young age.

Enduring the severe pain in his back, he sat up from the bed, and the sheet underneath was already stained red with blood.

His mind was a little pale, and Ye Mo's whole body was weak from the sequelae of excessive bleeding.

But the thinking is much clearer, and the symptoms of headache have been relieved.

The wound on the back was injured by the double-knife lizard, not an ordinary wound. The blade of the double-knife lizard was smeared with poison, but fortunately it was not very poisonous.

It's just that if this kind of wound is not treated, it is difficult to heal.

Because of the hot and humid weather, the wound on Ye Mo's back has begun to inflame, and his clothes are stuck to him.

He had no choice but to let Xiyan cut off the carrion with a dagger.

The whole process was extremely painful, the long scars spread from the neck to the buttocks. During the process of Xiyan cutting the carrion, Ye Mo was sweating in pain, his lips were white and trembling.

Xiyan sterilized his wound with the alcohol in the backpack, and wrapped his wound with a bandage.

It's just an emergency treatment now, and I have to find a doctor for treatment after returning to Qiantang City.

Ye Mo, who had recovered a bit, sat in a daze on a collapsed building, his back was still in pain.

His job transfer task was completed, and Ye Mo is now a real thief.

The contribution points in the Magic Weave Medal allow him to squander for a long time, but Ye Mo still has his own arrangements.

Since he is already at the rank of second lieutenant, he can at least command some soldiers.

In the apocalypse, no matter how powerful an individual's military power is, it has not reached its peak. Even the lords of all levels of the abyss will train their own subordinates.

He has always understood the truth that ants kill elephants more than others.

In the last life, it was because he didn't have his own power, which led to the slow upgrade. Otherwise, some difficult tasks could be completed in a team.

"Give!"

Wang Xiaoer jumped onto the ruins, holding a wine bottle in one hand and wrapping a white bandage in the other.

There were various scars on his face, which made the original simple and honest face a lot hideous.

"I don't drink." Ye Mo waved his hand. In the apocalypse, if it is not a very safe environment, he will not drink at all.

Many demon hunters came back from hunting in the wild, often very drunk, but their heads were cut off in their sleep.

Wang Xiaoer's eyes were bloodshot, and he hadn't recovered from such a big change.

"Brother Ye, is it like this outside? I made a lot of calls a few days ago, but no one answered."

Wang Xiaoer's voice was a little choked and trembling, maybe because of fear, he grabbed the white wine and downed it.

The baijiu is brewed in the village with a high alcohol content.

Ye Mo remembered that his stomach was not good, if he drank it like this, his stomach would be useless.

"It's better to hurt your stomach than to be sad." Wang Xiaoer pointed to his heart.

Ye Mo was speechless.

……

What Ye Mo didn't know was that after he interrupted the scarlet ceremony, something related to him happened in Qiantang City.

(End of this chapter)