He was so young, about four to six months old, he was a boy. His mouth was covered with sticky blood like jelly. He began to cough violently. Xiao Zhi turned it over and slapped his back, and the child vomited a small piece of things on the ground. It turned out that the meat was stuck...

Xiao Zhi's eyes fell on the woman's bloody arms and legs. It turned out that this was the case. If it was just blood, it could not be maintained for too long by adults or children. It was just that such a young child had not yet prepared to receive this kind of meat food. The death of adults would soon follow.

He gently placed the child next to the woman, covered it with the thin sheet, and prepared to leave.

The tail finger was tightened, and it was a toddler. He stretched out his little hand and grabbed his fingertips as if he was trying to keep him. Xiao Zhi broke free from his hand and pushed open the door of the room to leave. The child was very well-behaved and did not make a cry, but just snuggled quietly on his mother's face, which was gradually cold...

Xiao Zhi found another wooden house to live in, but he did not lie down to sleep.

Instead, he sat with his legs crossed, pinched the three-clear fingers with his left and right hands and leaned up on his knees. Although active props and skills were prohibited, he did not forget that the premise of banning skills and props was produced on paper. However, he still kept the Taoist "Clean Heart Method" in mind. He had to try whether it could be used. Anyway, he would not suffer any loss or be deceived...

There is a warning in the mind method. It is most taboo to be distracted when practicing. Only by letting go of the mind can you integrate the mind and sense everything around you. He slowly closed his eyelids...

The full moon hangs high in the night sky, the cold wind blows through the slightly dry branches, making a whimpering sound, like the evil ghost crawling out of hell and crying in the world to tell their pain and resentment. The swaying branches are their claws...

There was a rustling sound, and something was moving in the dead grass.

Under the moonlight, it turned out to be four or five hungry wild wolves. The wolf is a creature that is cruel and cunning and basically acts in groups. In this era of famine, people cannot eat enough, let alone this carnivore.

They slowly approached the small village. The wolf in the front sniffed the nose, as if they could smell the fresh blood in the air. The tail swept twice and slowly walked forward along the smell. The wolf behind them also followed closely.

The head wolf walked to a wooden house, gently pushed the door panel with his head, and with a creaking sound, the door actually opened. It took a few steps back and confirmed that it did not notice any danger, so it walked into the crack of the door. It saw the woman lying on the floor, hurried over, and its teeth lifted the sheets on it, and the smell of blood suddenly spread out...

Although he died not long ago, it was considered fresh for the wolf. It was surprised to find a child lying next to him, his eyes were shiny green in the dim environment, and water flowed from the corner of his mouth fell to the ground, and several wolves surrounded the mother and son.

The child was awakened by the stench from the wolf's mouth in his cradle, and his throat made a weak sound. His little body desperately leaned against his mother's cold face. The other wolf leaned forward and was squeezed away fiercely by the wolf. It opened its fangs and bit it down! The smell of blood spread and blood slowly flowed on the ground.

The head wolf lay on the ground half of its body, and its head was pierced and nailed to the ground by a sharp wooden stick with its end. It didn't understand what was going on even though it died.

The moon's light was still cold, shining on the wooden house, pulling the shadow of the man standing at the door for a long time. The remaining four wolves felt the crisis spread out, and their green eyes stared at the person who came and made a bare voice...

The owner of the shadow was Xiao Zhi. He slowly retracted his hand that had just thrown out the wooden stick. He tilted his body to pick up a rusty axe by the door and said, "I said why I can't calm down? It turns out that it's because I didn't eat midnight snacks. Come on." After the words, the four wolves moved, the axe cut through the air, the metal and flesh collided, and the sound was chilling...

The battle came quickly and ended quickly. He swung away the blood stains that kept flowing from the axe. Xiao Zhi put down the axe and walked to the floor to pick up the child in the cradle: "For ordinary people, this kind of troubled times is a painful purgatory of pain. Do you want to lie here and die for yourself and leave the pain, or are you willing to use this fragile life as a bet and make a hope?"

The child leaned in Xiao Zhi's arms and felt the warmth. He was too young and could not learn to laugh. He just stretched out his little hand and gently stroked Xiao Zhi's arm. This... is willing to fight? Xiao Zhi's eyelashes drooped. He tore the thin sheet into long strips, changed the swaddle to a backpack, and then hung the child on his back...

He thought for a while, swept the woman out with a straw, dug a hole in the open space outside the door with an axe, buried the woman in, and inserted a piece of wood, engraved the words "Tomb of the Anonymous" on it.

I started to deal with the wolves as corpses, peeled off the bones, picked up dead branches and set fire. Fortunately, small items such as lighters and filters were carried with me and were not taken away by paper. There was also a Swiss army knife hanging around my waist, which was very useful when peeling the wolf skin. I supported a few pieces of wolf skin on the branches and dried them at high temperature, and then spread them in a small backpack for children to keep warm.

The wolf meat was grilled on the fire, making a sizzling sound. Xiao Zhi's seasoning was all in the backpack that was taken away by paper. Although the taste was much worse, it would be enough to fill the stomach. He put the remaining pieces of meat on the fire and slowly bake it to dry the moisture inside, so that it would last for a period of time without rotting in such a drought weather.

The fire was particularly conspicuous at night, and soon attracted a group of hungry people who came out from somewhere. They were skinny and thin and bony, and they looked no different from dead people. When they saw the wolf meat baking on the fire, their eyes suddenly shone green, and they rushed over: "Hurry, give me meat, meat!"

The axe was pierced on the ground and drew a mark, causing the hungry people to stop moving. Xiao Zhi said lightly: "This is wolf flesh, and it was cut off from the five wolves. When the moon just rose, they were still alive. You might as well guess how they died..."

The axe was covered with dried blood, which made the hungry people panic. Among them, a middle-aged man looked back and forth between the axe and the wolf meat, and finally gritted his teeth: "No matter how powerful he is, there is only one person. The six of us can win against one person, and he is carrying a child on his back. We have a chance of winning, let's get on!"

The frightened hungry people were about to move. Xiao Zhi frowned. He didn't like this kind of existence that randomly motivated others. He picked up a stone and threw it into the man, staggering it back several steps. In addition, he was hungry in his stomach and couldn't stand up for a while...
Chapter completed!