Longmen Memoirs

Twisted men and beasts.

This group of infected people is not straw, which can at least satisfy their hunger. At most, they are garbage waiting to be recycled by death. Their corpses will turn into the soil under the snow, nourishing the earth and making it more fertile.

Just like they always do.

Without the infected, there would be no Origin Stone, without the Origin Stone, there would be no Mobile City, and without the Mobile City, everyone would die from natural disasters.

Therefore, there must be infected people, and there cannot be no infected people.

But Originium Disease is an incurable disease.

Chen Mo heard that Origin Stone skills were called spells. He had also witnessed a person being torn into pieces by the black light that flew from the sky. It was not that no one wanted to escape from the black wall, but the light was fleeting and fleeting. , so his body burst like a rapidly expanding balloon.

But in fact, not all infected people can use Origin Stone skills. Although their bodies save them expensive staffs and give them qualifications, what can a group of helpless infected people do? Learn it.

Origin Stone skills represent wealth, power, status and talent.

Wealth, power, and status represent the continuation of lineage.

None of them.

They are lowly, weed-like people, how do they become noble mage masters, how do they obtain the privilege of a few people - Origin Stone skills.

Fate... made Chen Mo and Tallulah take completely opposite paths.

ps: There will be two chapters later.

ps: Let’s count the votes, and Chen Mo’s identity is very complicated. He is not a doctor, but he has some relationship with Dr. Kelsey. I will explain it slowly later.

Chapter 47 Infected

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Monsters deserve to be feared, hated, and discriminated against, even though not long ago they were doing the same thing, even though not long ago they were living their own lives.

Most people infected with Originium Disease will go to two opposite extremes, feeling sorry for themselves, waiting for death in despair, becoming hysterical and crazy after a death struggle, or they may still have hope for life and barely survive.

It is cold both at night and during the day in the settlement, and houses made of turf and branches cannot bring warmth to people, so they often gather together and light bonfires at night.

They no longer dared to light bonfires during the day because the smoke would usher in Ursus' patrols.

Ursus abandoned them, and they had to live alone in this vast snowfield.

The light and temperature of a bonfire can dispel the coldness in people's bodies and hearts. People need fire because they first gained shelter from it.

When the firelight shines on a pair of dark eyes, a little light will appear, and the black crystals frozen by the cold wind will gradually lose their pain under the temperature of the fire.

"We don't have much food. I will find a way to go out again tomorrow. Sooner or later the people here will not be able to survive on just wild vegetables and tree bark."

The man who spoke was named Yegev.With two black horns on his head, he is a Sarkaz. It is hard to imagine that a Sarkaz, who is known for his cruelty and cold-bloodedness, would become the protector of this group of people.

But it is not difficult to imagine that it is undoubtedly the most normal thing to associate Sakaz with infected people, and only this group of evil and cruel Sakaz will associate with infected people.

"We will go out with you, Mr. Yegev."

"I will select a few people. Not too many people go out to avoid being discovered by the patrol. More people should be left to be responsible for the security of the camp." Yagev rubbed his palms that were heated by the fire. "Kabayaf, after we leave tomorrow, you will be responsible for managing the camp. Before we come back, don't organize people to go hunting during the day. Let's do it at night and try to save food consumption."

"Okay, Mr. Yagev." Kabayav nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Just say what you have to say, Kabayav, and don't hesitate."

"Mr. Yegev, even if we try to save as much as possible, I estimate that the food in the camp can last for up to half a month."

"We will be back within half a month."

"Can you find enough food for half a month?"

"Yes." Yagev looked around everyone present: "Even if we are not there, we will come back within half a month. I heard that there is also a group of infected people outside who call themselves guerrillas. They have formed a certain force. I will try to contact them this time out."

"Mr. Yegev, are you telling the truth?" Several infected people were a little excited.

"It's true, but Usas is too big. We may not be able to contact them. It depends on people." Yegev smiled: "The Guards have to continue training. We can't just place our hopes on others. We also have enough confidence. The power of protection.”

There was another reason he didn't say. Maybe the group of infected people had been wiped out by the patrol.

But looking at this group of infected people who had a little hope, he really couldn't explain the reason. Sometimes people just need a little hope, even if it is invisible and intangible hope.

"But will they take us in? Mr. Yegev."

"I think they would be willing to because we are all infected."

"It would be great if it was like what you said."

"Don't give up. We have come so far. There is a saying in Kazdale: No matter how long the night is, the day will always come. If you give up on yourself, the world will give up on you."

"I just...Mr. Yegev, can we really survive like you said?"

"Yes." Yagev reached out and patted his shoulder. The palm of this Sakaz man was rough and strong, as if it could bring reassurance to people.

"I believe we will survive."

"Uncle Yegev!!!"

Someone shouted loudly, and Yagev raised his head. A small figure ran over from the dark snow, and he squeezed through the sitting crowd.

"It's little Lev..."

"Little Lev, come here, let me take a look." Someone took the boy's hand, pulled him forcefully in front of him, and pressed his head: "He has grown so big."

"Don't touch my head! Kabayav..." Little Lev frowned and opened the man's hand in dissatisfaction.

"I want to call you Uncle Kabayav! You bastard." Kabayav pinched the boy's face, and the boy used this opportunity to break away from his hand.

"In your dreams."

"Forget it, Kabayav, at your age, you still have the nerve to have people call you uncle?"

"If you ask me, calling me grandpa is just fine."

"Gungun, believe it or not, I will deduct your food after you leave!"

"you dare!"

"Hey, you think I don't dare? There's nothing that I, Kabayaf, don't dare to do."

"*...Usas swears...*"

"Little Lev, why did you run out?" Yagev asked.

"I heard what you said." Little Lev raised his head: "Uncle Yagev, I will go out with you tomorrow. I am also an Ursus man!"

"you?"

Everyone looked at Little Lev who said this, his little face was full of determination, and they suddenly laughed together. The heavy atmosphere became much lighter at this moment.

"Little Lev, do you know where we are going tomorrow?"

"If you go in and fall into a snow pit, you won't be able to climb out."

"Usas man, haha, you brat who doesn't even have hair, wait until you grow up before you say this."

"..."

Amid the laughter of everyone, Lev just looked at Yegov. In his eyes, Yegov was the most powerful person in the entire camp. The big sword in his hand could even drive away the members of the Ursus patrol. .

It was he who led this group of people here little by little. Little Lev has no father, but Yegev, who can take him hunting, is like his father.

"Uncle Yagev... take me with you."

"Later." Yagev picked up little Lev and said, "It's very dangerous for us to go out this time. I won't take you out until you grow up."

"Okay, those who stay on guard, the rest can go back and rest."

Yagev hugged Little Lev and left the bonfire. The light of the bonfire swayed in the cold wind, and the man's body swayed with it. His figure walked into the snow, one leg limping.

The weapons in the hands of the guards in the settlement were long spears cut from wooden sticks. This weapon was cut into two pieces the moment it collided with the long knife.

The alert man fell into the snow before he even had time to shout.

This is how the attack started. When Chen Mo arrived, a man named Yagev was besieged by evil beasts from the black wall. They were like a group of wild dogs chasing their prey, although the people inside the black wall did not grasp the source. Although he has great stone skills, the ruthless killing power and cooperation still make this man exhausted and unable to stand alone.

His downfall was inevitable sooner or later.

Chapter 48 Dark Prison

[Every scar on his body represents a past...]

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"When I grow up, I want to learn magic and become as powerful as Uncle Yagev. I want to protect everyone."

His name was Lev, Lev the Younger.

Usas means Yu as lion.

Chen Mo heard this name from a woman who blocked the long knife in Chen Mo's hand for him. Before he died, he hugged Chen Mo's legs tightly and begged Chen Mo to let his son go.

"Please let him go, don't hurt him, he is still young, please..."

The blood-stained long knife fell in front of Chen Mo. The sword was dripping with blood. The blood fell on the gray-black soil and was quickly immersed in it.

The woman suddenly realized something.

"Run, Lev, run away..."

She didn't know where she got the strength, and suddenly got up from the ground, grabbing the blade in Chen Mo's hand with both hands, and the sharp blade instantly cut the woman's palm.

Chen Mo wanted to pull out the knife, but the woman held it too tightly, and blood continued to flow along the blade of the knife. The flowing blood soaked her arms and palms into dazzling scarlet. There were hideous wounds on her back, but she didn't want to He desperately grabbed the blade in Chen Mo's hand.

052 stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

He wanted to say something, but looking at Chen Mo's back, he didn't dare to say anything. In fact, he was no longer as innocent as when Chen Mo met him at the beginning.

Now he won't stupidly say that I don't want to die or kill people.

He knew what Chen Mo was doing, and he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop him, and he didn't have the courage or face to stop him.

He always remembered what Chen Mo said to him.

He said: "Well, I will kill for you. I will bear the sins you don't want to bear for you... I can help you."

"I know you are kind, but I... am not born to be ruthless."

You don't want to, but someone has to bear the guilt.

Chen Mo has been doing this, and he has shouldered the blame for himself. Although he actually knows that this is self-deception, what qualifications does he have to point fingers at Chen Mo now.

To accuse 013 of everything he did was so unpardonable.

052 thought of his mother and sister. If he had not gone back, would they have been like these people now? He didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't look away. He wanted to write it all down with his own eyes. , so that I can tell myself that I can go back alive no matter what.

Lev ran past 052, but 052 did not stop him from leaving.

052 knew very well in his heart that there was not much difference between him going out and being inside, but he still selfishly thought that it would have been better if 013 had not done it.

He doesn't want 013 to do more such cruel things.

Chen Mo took out the long knife from the woman's hand little by little, and the blade slipped from the woman's hand little by little. Her consciousness was fading, but he was unwilling to let go.

Does it hurt?

Chen Mo seemed to be able to hear the sound of the woman's palm being sliced ​​open bit by bit by the blade. The sound didn't sound real, maybe it was an illusion.

The woman finally let go.

But she did something that Chen Mo couldn't think of anyway.

She suddenly screamed and rushed towards Chen Mo. The long knife penetrated her body, exposing the blood-stained blade from behind. The dull blade reflected the color of blood.

Chen Mo's hand holding the handle of the knife loosened, and there was a squeaking sound as the flesh penetrated, and the feel of the flesh tearing apart.

He is no stranger to it.

But suddenly at this moment, he felt that something in his heart was slowly collapsing. He tried hard to pick it up and put it back together, but he could not stop its loss.

It was like blood flowing from the blade of a woman's back.

He saw the woman's face. She hugged him tightly, her arms were warm and muddy with blood. Her eyes looked over Chen Mo's shoulder and looked out the door.

Outside the door was the panicked figure of Little Lev.