Between life and death [unlimited]

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning, which looks no different from usual, shines from the sky into the city of survivors, everything seems to be the same as usual.

In this huge ancient town that has existed for an unknown number of years, you can now see that there are early risers who have started their hard work for the day, and of course there are also people who are lazily lying on the bed and are still greedy for the quilt.

But those golden rays of light pouring down from the top of people's heads, sprinkled on players or city residents, without exception, will bring them a feeling of wandering in warm water, which may make people feel warm and happy ——At least, honest feedback from everyone's body is like this.

Among these early risers, there was a housewife with a typical appearance of the aborigines of the living space, a blue square scarf on her head, and an elderly housewife—her appearance was nothing special, because Between the obese and thick right arms is also carrying a woven basket covered with floral cloth like other women—but judging from the slightly struggling expression on her face, the weight of the basket should not be too heavy. lightweight.

And more importantly, she walked in the opposite direction from all the other residents in the city. It could even be said that they and her were in completely opposite directions.

At this time, the huge city gate connecting the inside and outside of the city of survivors has been opened, but there are not many residents on the bustling wide road on weekdays, and if you observe carefully, you will find that even the people who are usually responsible for guarding the city gate The safe God's Blessed Knights all disappeared.

As if the ancient city of Pompeii suffered some kind of disaster suddenly, on this flat and spacious road leading to the outside of the city, there are only a few lonely paper scraps flying around in the uninterrupted wind.

In short, the only figure walking forward on this road should be this middle-aged woman who runs counter to the others.

As for the reason for this situation, it may be because it is still early, or it may be because the city has not been peaceful recently-under the current tense situation, most of the original residents choose to stay at home honestly It's not that in case of any emergency, people usually don't leave the house easily, lest they may provoke some right and wrong outside.

According to their tradition, the rule of "the aborigines don't come into contact with the players" handed down from the ancestors still has some truth - of course, the emergence of the Alliance of Gods has broken this tradition.

No one thought that this team, all temporarily formed by the original residents of the City of Survivors, gathered the "old, weak, sick and disabled" scattered like sand, and it didn't take long for them to move at an extremely terrifying speed like a monster. continue to grow and develop.

In the end, it even succeeded in replacing the original position of the largest organization in the city, the Divine Blessing Knights, and it only took a few days.

As for the follow-up development of the Alliance of Gods, we still don't know yet, but judging from the current situation, no matter whether it is the Divine Blessed Knights who have allied with it or the dark organization Sombre, no one has been able to discuss it with it. Half the benefit.

But I have to say that "specially pitting teammates" is sometimes another kind of special ability display.

After walking a few hundred meters away from the City of Survivors, the middle-aged woman finally saw the rest of her compatriots on the way out of the city—but they were usually men carrying hoes, and it was rare to see a lonely person like her on the road. woman.

"What the hell...why is it so hot today?"

Not long after she walked out of the city, the middle-aged woman seemed to be tired. She simply wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then carried a basket to a nearby tree to enjoy the shade.

While fanning herself with her hands, the middle-aged woman muttered reluctantly: "It's all because Jeff (her husband) and Jack (her son) insisted on joining some 'Alliance of the Gods' organization ...Now I actually want to go out of the city every day to help weeding and farming..."

The compatriots that the middle-aged woman met on the road just now are also local residents who have come to work in the fields outside the city just like her. These rough jobs should also be the work of her husband and son.

However, after resting for a while under the shady tree, the middle-aged woman quickly regained her strength. Fortunately, the distance between her destination and the city of survivors is not too far, and she should arrive there after walking a little longer .

Although there is a reed field about a person's height there, and there is also a huge dark pond (actually a swamp) around it-the rules handed down from generation to generation tell them not to approach it lightly-but the people near the wetland The soil is indeed very fertile, and the same number of seeds are planted there every year, and the final harvest is nearly twice as much as ordinary land can produce.Today, after the middle-aged woman came to the wasteland reclaimed by her family, she suddenly looked sharply at the dark "pond" next to her, and saw a guy with water on his body and a slippery appearance like a snake.

Even if she only saw a fish tail with a tip, she immediately realized that this little thing that was trying to get into the mud was called an "eel".

This is a kind of fish with tender meat and very delicious, which usually represents a high price in the market of Survivor City.

Perhaps because of the recent warming of the weather, the water in the shallow layer of the pond, which was only used for decoration, has been evaporated a lot now.Therefore, the cell movement of the animals and plants that were originally hidden at the bottom also gradually accelerated due to the temperature, and these less common fishes also began to float to the surface of the pond—or the swamp.

After the eel appeared just now and then quickly disappeared, more similar eels of different sizes also floated up.

Fortunately, the middle-aged woman had the experience of catching fish in this mud pond. Although it is not a rare eel to see, she is also very familiar with the dangerous area of ​​this swamp.

So the middle-aged woman immediately put the basket in her hand on the ground as if she saw a stack of glittering gold coins.She nimbly rolled up her trousers and cuffs, exposing a large piece of white and fat limbs, and then stood on two stones near the mud with bare feet.

Because she didn't expect to meet this rare fish in advance, she didn't bring gloves this time. Seeing one after another as flexible as snakes disappear in front of her, it was like watching a piece of fish A piece of gold coin bounced into the mud and disappeared.

In the end, she stared at the mud directly below her—there might be many eels representing gold coins hidden in it—she gritted her teeth, and could only be cruel, and then directly inserted her arm into the mud.

In fact, putting her hands into the mud is not as disgusting as she imagined. If the color is ignored, the texture of the mud is at most like dough that is fermenting, making people feel warm and soft, as if Not aggressive at all.

The middle-aged woman quickly touched a slippery fish swimming fast in her hand in the soft mud.The unique sticky fish skin texture convinced her that these little guys were eels, which were rare to see.

But now a new problem came out—although she had already touched these cunning little guys, she couldn't grab them directly, and there were no tools nearby that could assist her.

When the middle-aged woman was in a daze, her hands once again touched something hard in the mud.

The texture is obviously different from those slippery eels, and it feels more like animal bones to the touch.

She also suddenly remembered why there were so many eels in this area.

You must know that eels are a carrion-eating creature. The reason why they appear here densely is probably inseparable from the animal remains that appeared here.

——This is simply the best "bait" specially arranged by God for her!

The middle-aged woman felt the slippery eel crawling in and out of the remains, thinking happily in her heart.

Just when she tried her best to fish out the "bait" from the mud, she found that this action was not as easy as she imagined.

The silt density is not small, the air pressure below is very high, and the shape of this "bait" is not so regular animal skull. The fingers of the middle-aged woman can clearly feel that it seems to be entangled with many aquatic plants below it, and it is impossible to deal with it. They are separated.

"Damn Jeff and Jack..." The weight of the bait could be felt more clearly in her hands, and the middle-aged woman thought of her irresponsible husband and son again, and murmured dissatisfiedly: "If you come here, It's probably a lot easier than mine."

But she quickly changed her mind: "But you may not have such good luck as me."

Because her hand just touched the neck bone below the remains, she deduced that she could catch at least a dozen eels based on the size of the bones.

In short, it took a lot of effort for the middle-aged woman to pull the "bait" out of the mud, and this huge "bait" had just emerged from the swamp.

Some small eel fry with yellow bellies quickly swam out of the animal bones vigilantly, and their curvy and sticky bodies disappeared into the mud under the woman's feet in an instant.

"These damned slippery eels!" The middle-aged woman looked at the small fishes she had missed, as if she saw gold coins falling into the mud, and couldn't help stamping her feet bitterly.

But when the "bait" was completely exposed from the mud, and the middle-aged woman finally saw its true face, she suddenly let out an extremely short scream, and immediately grabbed the eel that she had finally fished out The "bait" was thrown on the ground.

"what!"

The middle-aged woman was so frightened that she fell down on the rock she was standing on just now, her fat face looked greasy under the sun because of the previous force.

Although her knee had been scratched by the sharp edge of the stone, and there was red blood flowing out of it, but she was obviously not in the mood to take care of these things now.

Because right in front of her, there is no "bait" that is blocked by the black mud at this time. It is not the skeleton of an animal as she thought, but a male human head that has swelled and deformed after being soaked in water— —What the middle-aged woman touched just now was not any water plants, but the hair on this poor guy's head.

And those eels, which she regards as high-quality fish, whose market price is equivalent to a gold coin, are happily swimming in and out of this almost hollow head at the moment.

The eye sockets of this poor guy have long since disappeared, and the middle-aged woman also saw with her own eyes an eel with thick arms wriggling slowly from the bone of his eye frame like an earthworm that just poked its head out of hell. Landed in the world.

——Obviously, this head has now become a "paradise" for eels to feed and live.

If you are a staff member of the Alliance of Gods, you will find that there have always been various abnormal events reported since the sun rose today, whether it is inside or outside the City of Survivors.

The unknown female corpse found in the field, the male head dug out of the swamp, even one or two appalling murder scenes may be encountered on the small road... It can be said that the crime rate is much higher than every day before .

But these things don't seem like normal people can do overnight, it always feels like a harbinger before a big conspiracy is about to come.

I don't know when the news that "the living space will become the location of the final battle" began to spread wildly among NPCs and players like weeds in the field.

Residents of the living space who did not expect that one day they would be involved in the game also fell into the first full-scale panic outbreak in history.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-10-1120:45:15~2020-10-1618:58:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Serenading 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Tingjian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!