As a cultural city with a long history, Fieldland is shrouded in a thick, obscure and dark cloud for most of the year. Even the air is wet and uncomfortable. Only when summer comes soon will the warm monsoon from the southwest coast blow away the dust and dirt, and then it will be a sunny and good day for two months.

But at this time in early March, there is not enough time to enjoy it.

The influence of the cold winter has not yet dissipated, and it coincides with the continuous rain in spring. Although Fieldland's drainage system is well-known throughout the northern part of Staple, the underground space has been gradually improved for more than 400 years, and the network is well connected and can extend to various parts of the city. It is still difficult to prevent the road surface. The roofs of the houses that cannot be discharged quickly and flow along the low places.

From the eaves, from the roadside, from the foot of the wall, from anywhere you can see, it exists in a form that cannot be avoided.

Passers-by walking along the street had to lock their coats for this, hunched over, carefully avoiding them, dripping from their heads, and then letting the water beaches beneath their feet jump out of their bodies in a hurry.

To be honest, they didn't want to stay outside in such a bad cold weather for a moment. They just wanted to go back to the warm room, suck a sip of steaming warm soup, and feel comfortable in their cold body.

In this case, it is difficult for anyone to notice the dark alleys filled with garbage and debris and vaguely gaze.

As long as you think of the dirty things hidden under the water traces in the alleys with sewage flowing, you will basically lose the courage to fall in. Even if the journey through here is closer, you would rather take a few more steps and take a more spacious passage.

Naturally, no one discovered that in these dark corners of cities that are usually difficult to take into account, something that is extremely bad for the entire Fieldland and the entire world will happen.

Signs before a terrifying catastrophe...

In a narrow and dark alleyway, a young wanderer curled up in a dilapidated house made of scrap wooden boards and cartons.

He was careful not to move his hands and legs too much, so as not to break through the four-sided barrier that would lose the effect of the occlusion with just exerting force.

After all, it is not easy to find a suitable place to build a house in such a sewage alley. There are very few dry places that can shelter from wind and rain, but worry about being wet by water. For example, the place where he lives is only a small piece below the house looks a little clean, and further outward, there is a dirty sewage mixed with a large amount of garbage.

If someone is not careful and lets the part of the house fall outside, then he has no place to cry.

In the current humid environment, it will take at least two weeks to dry. Not to mention. After experiencing the torture of continuous rain, all the clean objects that can be found at this time have owners. Unless he is willing to fight with others, he will not have to wait until the warm summer comes without a house.

But in all, he has another place to live, but as a four-way wanderer with style, connotation, pursuit and dreams, he is not willing to stay in those dark underground stinky ditches like other wanderers and stay for dozens of nights.

Although the environment here also seems dirty and messy, the air and hygiene are always good. Just pay attention to it, it is not much worse than normal residence. If you really fall into a stinky ditch, what is the difference between them and those mice and bugs who like to crawl everywhere? He is aspiring young people who yearn for light, freedom, enthusiasm and music. How could they like such dark and dirty places?

What's more, like the wanderers he met some time ago, I haven't seen anyone these days. It's probably because of this reason... I'm lazy.

However, bad reality is often not diverted by ideal intentions, and the less you want something to happen, the more it will come.

A black wild cat who had come from somewhere to seek warmth suddenly came in with wet all over.

After yawning lazy, he shook his body at close range, directly shaking his dirty water all over his head and face, and wet his dream - a poster that guided him to come to Fieldland through hard work.

A burst of blood surged, and he was so angry that he could no longer care about anything, and waved his hand to grab the annoying guy... Then, the tragedy happened nakedly.

As it turns out, cats are not easy to mess with.

When he came out of the soaked and rotten house, not only did he not catch a single hair from the cat, but his body was trembling with cold, afraid he would catch a cold.

Ache ~!

After a young man with aspiring sneezes a few sadly, he didn't care about his sadness, and the house that had already died before the festival was time. He immediately tried to find the metal guitar and music festival poster that accompanied him along the way. Fortunately, he searched for his next residence in the shortest time, but now it's very late.

But as soon as he raised his eyes, the aspiring young man saw the culprit at the end of the alley that caused him to lose his place... In the shadow, the hateful cat man actually licked his paws with a careful look and looked at himself with an extremely contemptuous look. His eyes seemed to be saying, "Are you just that little power, stupid human!"

The young man with ambition did not notice the strangeness of this black cat. Faced with a strange human with a huge difference in size, this guy never showed any fear, because he was now filled with vain anger, and a wild cat dared to mock him.

"I want you to know that the little animals who dare to anger me have joined the KFC luxury lunch series!"

I saw the raindrops dripping, and the aspiring young man stepped on a series of splashes, swung his guitar and rushed towards the cat, obviously using this guy's blood to pay tribute to his house.

But an accident happened. After the two suddenly separated, the larger human being fell down.

A few thuds.

The guitar broken in half fell behind, and the aspiring young man kneeled weakly in the sewage in front. He tried desperately to stretch out his hands to cover his cut neck to stop the blood from gushing. But such a move was useless, and the red liquid still flowed out in large quantities from the gaps in his fingers.

He turned his head back with difficulty, looked at the black wild cat whose pupils had turned from blue to red in disbelief, and shouted in despair: "Uh... this is impossible, I must be dreaming!"

Until his body died, he couldn't figure out that a cat could cut off the tight wooden structure of the guitar with just his claws. You know, this is a high-end product made of mahogany and maple, which took almost all his belongings. Even an adult swung the blade at all his strength, it took a few strokes to cut it off.

But just after his death, two mysterious men, wearing hooded and dressed clothes, came in from the entrance of the alley.

Seeing this terrifying scene of black wild cats eating human flesh, they did not show any surprise or scared expressions, but instead showed extremely calm. One of them praised: "Professor Padalick. [Seven Deadly Sins] The degree of strengthening of the virus has become higher and higher. Only less than twenty people have been killed, and the strength of the wild cat, which is only one-eighth of the human beings, has been enhanced to so much. This strengthening effect is enough to ensure the perfect implementation of our plan!"

The man named Padalick fell behind but was not satisfied, shook his head and sighed: "Don't be happy too early, Fredrin, it cannot be fully applicable to humans. It is meaningless to talk about the success of the plan now."

"Don't doubt yourself, professor, there are three months left. I have great confidence in you. Just like the reason I fully supported you before, you are a genius and a powerful motivation to urge you to believe that this world will be ours after all, and your wife, son, and daughter will also obtain enough strength to complete the resurrection while completing the plan."

But as Fredrin said, he took out a golden hourglass-shaped container without a lid and walked towards the position of the body.

As he approached, the black wild cat seemed to see something very terrible, screamed and retreated aside, and arched up to make a shrill roar. But until Fredrin inserted his finger into the wound on the neck of the corpse, he pulled blood back into the container like magic. The mutant wild cat who killed people like a rat did not attack, but instead retreated and avoided further and further away, and was about to leave the alley.

It is obvious that for animals dominated by low-level instincts, this kind of practice that does not even have the ability to tentatively attack will occur only when the strength is very different.

But things didn't develop as it wanted.

Before escaping, the wild cat was grabbed by Padarik's lightning-like palm, and stayed in his hand like a real kitten without resistance. In this action, part of the shadow of the hood that blocked Padarik's face leaked open. You can see that the person's eyes actually showed a strange green vertical shape, like a snake.

"I hope it's as you promised..." Padalick said in a dry and weak voice, re-entering his face in the shadows and wondering what he was thinking.

But Fredrin didn't care about Padarik's doubts at all. He pointed to the blood-colored vortex that gradually became smaller on the upper layer of the golden hourglass container, and smiled confidently: "Don't worry, Padarik, you see, this is not another hour. If it can be successful, the remaining 400,000 hours will be solved easily."

As soon as he finished speaking, the vortex of blood had just disappeared, and a small grain of sand as fine as dust suddenly appeared in the space below.

Through the golden reflection in the container below, you can see that his eyes were like Padalick, with a vertical shape, but the color was dark yellow, and under the dim lights at the corner of the alley, it emitted a hot and dangerous feeling.

As soon as the two left with their wild cats, the corpse of the aspiring young man suddenly spontaneously ignited. After it was burned out quickly, only a strong smell of sulfur was left in the dark alley, and the poster covered with water marks.

The center of the above is written in a few large red characters - [The whole city is booming, Fieldland Hot Wave Rock Music Festival, from the desire in the blood]. (To be continued, please search for Piaotian, novels are better, updated and faster!
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