Abnormal Survival: Become a Weird Girl

"Human?"

Qin Ming's mimicry pupils trembled, looking at the hellish drawing in front of him in disbelief.

At this moment, she was standing in front of a deep pit, and the dense human bones in the deep pit were soaked in a dark red pool of blood, and one of them twisted its body and breathed unconsciously in a black giant mass of flesh...

"Madman... These rat people are crazy.

Qin Ming felt an extremely dangerous aura coming from the black flesh block in the blood pool, and his delicate cheeks showed a trace of instinctive fear, and he took two steps back.

"Life ... This is a necessary way for the Divenka rats to recover their gods. The rat-man old man who brought Qin Ming to this place on the side bowed down feverishly, his head slammed deeply against the hard rock wall, making a crisp sound.

"Ru, why don't you return to the arms of the mother god?"

The rat man stared feverishly at Qin Ming's "life" shell, and his rapid and crazy tone made Qin Ming feel his scalp numb.

Qin Ming resisted the urge to leave this place, and asked patiently, "More, human affairs." The

old rat man looked at the human skull hanging on the rock wall with a disdainful expression, and a hoarse voice came.

"In the years of my birth... Our Divinka clan is seen as a lowly monster who survives by the abuse of hateful humans.

"Humanity today has lost the protection of their gods, and this arrogant and cruel race deserves our revenge."

The rat-man old man slowly stretched out his hand, stroked the scepter in his hand, and a pair of cloudy eyes fell into a trace of reminiscence.

"We found our way home, they couldn't find ... They don't have that opportunity either. "......

The old man of the rat man is named Ku La, age... Six years old.

This time the region seemed to have lost contact with the original world, and according to the vague and metaphysical speech, Qin Ming roughly understood some information.

It is a lost territory, and the Divinka clan and the humans living in the town are the only intelligent beings that exist. The two civilizations are mortal enemies, to be precise, the Divenka clan, which has the love of the true god, can operate in the strange outside world full of murderous intentions and summon the dependents of the mother god.

Losing the protection of the gods, humans gather in a suspected town-like gathering place, facing both the harassment and attacks of the Divinka clan and the strange and dangerous creatures from the outside world.

"Some of the humans who steal the authority of their gods are their head wolves..."

Qin Ming slowly digested some incomprehensible information, and it was far from enough to simply know from the mouth of this "young" old priest.

And still a madman ....

"I need access to humans... The lifespan of these rat people is too short. They can't even explain the "world out of touch." Qin Ming thought.

"Come back..."

A distant sound bombarded Qin Ming's spirit over and over again, and Qin Ming covered his head in pain, trying to alleviate this severe pain from the spiritual level.

"By ... I need to "eat". "

Aside from the sight of the extremely dangerous creatures in the blood pool, it is food, but it is also delicious food for itself.

Qin Ming didn't want to wake it up, there was a terrifying and frenzied aura slowly brewing in this creature.

"Come back..." the long voice sounded again, "Found it..." "

Damn!! It speaks!

Qin Ming ran towards the weak "food" in fear, using his hands and feet together, climbing up the wall like a dragon, frantically crashing into the rat man on the rock wall, and quickly climbing towards the top of the cave. No rat man dares to stop it....

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"What's wrong?" My lord. The

woman looked at the trembling man worriedly and gently hugged his somewhat thin and thin body.

The man shook his head, a pair of firm and sharp eyes slowly contracted, and some trembling voices sounded. "I hear you..."

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Loren. The

tall figure in the gray-black old cloak of the Leiden Forsaken

slowly appeared in the twisted and strange barren land, and the man rode a strong brown mane horse slowly stepping over the withered and sparse weedy plain.

He pulled down the hood on his head and unwrapped the breathable cloth around his cheeks, revealing a cheek that had experienced many vicissitudes.

The man has medium-long gray hair, which is greasy on his head at the moment, and looks as scruffy as a chicken nest. Under the thick eyebrows are a pair of haggard and cloudy gray eyes, and the deep eye sockets look like they haven't rested for days. Under the bridge of the straight nose, a chapped lip closes one by one. The cheeky beard and hair that covers the ears look as unadorned as a bum.

If you exclude the two scabbard scabbard containing swords and a handsome and fierce face under his cloak that moves with the wind, he may be regarded as a wandering refugee.

William took a deep breath and slowly rode towards the city gate, hurriedly passing by the lifeless refugee camps stationed outside the city, not listening to the hungry wails, not looking at the numb beggars...

The dilapidated stone walls appear quaint and decaying, and sparse and serious armored guards observe their surroundings condescendingly.

"William? How did you come back alone? A

slightly surprised voice came from the city gate, and everyone's eyes were cast on William's shaky body.

"Open the door first... Let me in.

William forced his heavy eyelids, and his chapped lips made a hoarse sound.

As the wooden gate slowly pushed open, several heavily armored infantry quickly greeted it....

A few people pushed and shoved away, quickly leading William into the inner city.

"My lord... Give it to the stutter... My child is starving to death. A

filthy woman with thin yellow muscles and pus sores came over with a quiet child in her arms.

The infantryman looked indifferent, holding the handle of the gun and rudely stabbed the woman down, revealing a hint of avoidance on his tightly wrapped cheeks.

The child in the woman's hand rolled down, and the linen cloth that wrapped the baby revealed a rotten and foul-smelling dead baby, his bluish cheeks subtly crawling with orange-yellow scavenger worms....

The woman stumbled to get up, picked up the dead baby like a treasure, knelt on the ground weakly, and cried quietly, her voice getting weaker and weaker....

"Dead... Death..."

William looked away, sighed helplessly, and withdrew into the inner city with the infantry.

The gates of the city are mercilessly closed, and this merciless but helpless barrier separates the living from the mortal "dead"....

"All dead?" The man's hoarse voice broke the deathly silence.

William looked at the increasingly old legionnaire in front of him, and closed his eyes tremblingly.

"Encountered an evil thing... It was all polluted, and the lads didn't hold on. The

old legion leader's trembling hand slowly lowered, and a pair of cloudy eyes showed a trace of despair.

"The Four Gods... You go to rest first, and I'll report to Lord Lord." "

......

"Yes, my honor... May God bless you. "