Abnormal survival: Transform into a weird girl

The dead body was buried, and the dead body was buried.

"Human?"

Qin Ming's mimic pupils trembled, and she looked at the hellish drawing in front of her in disbelief.

At this moment, she was standing in front of a deep pit, and the densely packed human skeletons in the deep pit were soaked in a dark red blood pool. One of them was a twisting black giant meat ball breathing unconsciously...

"Mad... These ratmen are crazy."

Qin Ming felt the extremely dangerous breath coming from the black meat in the blood pool, and a trace of instinctive fear appeared on his delicate cheeks, and he took two steps back slightly.

"Life... This is the necessary way for the Diwenka rat people to find their gods." The old rat man who brought Qin Ming to this place knelt down enthusiastically, and his head knocked deeply on the hard rock wall, making a crisp sound.

"You, why don't you return to the arms of the mother goddess?"

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

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

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

"In the years when I was born... our Diwenka clan was regarded as a lowly monster, and was slaughtered by hateful humans and survived."

"Today's humans have lost the protection of their gods, and this arrogant and cruel tribe should be retaliated by us."

The old rat man slowly reached out and touched the scepter in his hand, and his turbid eyes fell into a trace of reminiscence.

"We found the way home, but they can't... They don't have the chance either."...

The old ratman is named Kela, and he is... six years old.

This area seems to have lost contact with the original world. According to Kela's vague and metaphysical words, Qin Ming roughly understood some of the situation.

This is a lost area. The Diwenka clan and the humans living in the town are the only two intelligent creatures. The two civilizations are mortal enemies. To be precise, the Diwenka clan, which has the love of the true god, can move in the strange outside world full of murderous intentions and summon the mother goddess's followers.

Humans have lost the blessing of the gods and gathered in a gathering place that looks like a town to live a miserable life. They have to face the harassment and attacks of the Diwenka clan and the strange and dangerous creatures in the outside world.

"Some humans who stole their god's power are their alpha wolves..."

"The sky is round and the earth is square?"

Qin Ming slowly digested some difficult to understand information. It was far from enough to know from this "young" old priest.

And he's a madman...

"I need to contact humans... These ratmen have too short lifespans. They can't even explain the "world without contact" clearly." Qin Ming thought.

"Come back..."

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

"Damn... I need to "eat"."

Aside from looking at the extremely dangerous creature in the blood pool, it is food, but he is also delicious food for it.

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

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

"Damn!!! It spoke!"

Qin Ming ran towards the weak "food" in his perception in fear, using his hands and feet, climbing up the wall like a dragon, madly knocking away the ratmen on the rock wall, and quickly crawling towards the top of the cave. No ratman dared to stop them...

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"What's wrong, sir?"

The woman looked at the trembling man with concern, and gently hugged his thin body.

The man shook his head, his firm and sharp eyes slowly shrank, and a trembling voice sounded. "I heard it..."

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Loren Leighton

God's Forsaken Land

A tall figure wearing an old gray-black cloak slowly appeared in the twisted and strange barren land. The man rode a strong brown horse and slowly stepped on the withered and sparse weed plain.

He pulled down the hood on his head and untied the breathable cloth around his cheeks, revealing a face full of vicissitudes.

The man had medium-length gray hair, which was greasy on his head at the moment, and looked as sloppy as a chicken coop. Under the thick eyebrows were a pair of haggard and turbid gray eyes, and the deep eye sockets looked like they had not rested for several days. Under the straight nose bridge, a pair of dry lips opened and closed. The lush beard on his cheeks and the hair covering his ears look

He looked like a homeless man without any decoration.

If you exclude the two sword sheaths under his cloak that fluttered in the wind and his handsome and sharp face, he might be mistaken for a wandering refugee.

William took a deep breath and rode slowly towards the city gate, passing by the lifeless refugee camp outside the city in a hurry, not listening to the hungry wailing, not looking at the numb beggars...

The old and dilapidated stone walls looked simple and decadent, and the sparse and serious armored guards looked down and carefully observed the surrounding environment.

"William? Why did you come back alone?"

A slightly surprised voice came from the front of 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 cracked lips made a hoarse sound.

As the wooden gate slowly opened, several heavily armored infantrymen quickly came forward...

Several people pushed and shoved, quickly leading William into the inner city.

"Sir... give me something to eat... my child is starving to death."

A dirty woman with a pale face and skinny body covered with pus-filled sores came over with a quiet child in her arms.

The infantryman looked indifferent, and violently stabbed the woman with the handle of the gun, revealing a trace of shyness on her tightly wrapped cheek.

The child in the woman's hand rolled off, and the linen cloth wrapped around the baby revealed a rotten and smelly dead baby, whose bluish cheeks were covered with orange-yellow carrion worms...

The woman staggered to her feet, picked up the dead baby as if it were a treasure, knelt on the ground weakly, and cried quietly, her voice becoming weaker and weaker...

"Dead... dead..."

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

The city gates were tightly closed mercilessly. This ruthless but helpless barrier separated the living from the "dead" who were bound to die...

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

William looked at the increasingly old legion commander in front of him and trembled and closed his eyes.

"Encountered evil things... all were contaminated, and these guys didn't hold on."

The old legion commander slowly put down his trembling hands, and a pair of turbid eyes revealed a trace of despair.

"Four God-favored ones... you go and rest first, I will report to the lord."

...

"Yes, respected lord... may God bless you."