Doomsday Dark Age

The scarlet sky is the eternal theme of the western wilderness. The sun emits a scorching high temperature behind the clouds, and the earth is baked by the high temperature. The earth and the sky have the same color, and it is hard to tell which is the sky and which is the earth. [~]

Muscular men dressed like bodybuilders in underpants surrounded a pit with a radius of ten meters. A fierce fight was being prepared in the pit several meters deep, but the two sides who hunted and killed were surprisingly surprising.

One side is a 12-year-old boy, and the other side is a beast bent down and showing its white fangs. The two sides confronted each other in an extremely tense atmosphere. Just above the pit, the corpses of the beast and the boy each Placed, the corpses above determine the fate of both parties, and only one of them can survive.

The young boy's face is full of childishness. Compared with the muscles of the strong man standing indifferently above him, his arms are as thin as hemp sticks. Gritting his teeth, he may appear fierce, but the violently shaking legs can tell He was terrified right now.

The sand wolf's ruffled hair was stained with mottled blood, its cold triangular eyes were staring at the boy's throat, its mouth was open with sharp white teeth, and drops of wet saliva dripped down the corners of its mouth, it couldn't wait to After enjoying this sumptuous meal, finally, Sand Wolf couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed forward amidst the boy's terrified and dilated pupils... [~]

"Ah!!!" Gao Feng suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the beam of light drilled through the hole in the ceiling, panting loudly, in the dark room, millions of dust whirled and danced in the dazzling beam of light, complicated and silent.

Staring blankly at the dancing dust, his mind was still immersed in the moment when the sand wolf pounced. It was like a nightmare, but so real. The sand wolf was panting, bloody, and the indifferent eyes of hundreds of men, all of which made him dizzy for a moment. Clearly, is the world in dreams real, or is the world in reality just a dream?Or, none of it is true.

The gloomy room was gloomy and depressing. It was very different from the small, messy but cozy room in his memory. Gao Feng quickly closed his eyes, trying to break free from the environment of this room. After a long time, he heard his own heartbeat, his own Breathing, and the vague noise outside, he once again proved weakly that he was no longer in the place in his memory, but a strange room, a strange world.

He hoped that this was just an illusion, but everything really appeared in his eyes. He couldn't help sitting up from the thick fur, staring blankly at the cracked and broken mirror opposite him. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked down at his shoulder.

At the last moment of the dream, the terrifying sand wolf was biting his shoulder, and it was the sharp white teeth biting into the flesh that woke him up from the pain. Sure enough, there were old scars around the tight muscled shoulder, with deep scars. There are shallow, scattered in an irregular circle, seeing these scars, he can recall the heart-piercing pain in his dream. ( ·~ )

This is not a dream, this is what happened to him in real life, but Gao Feng has never experienced it before. His thinking is not the original consciousness of this body, but suddenly integrated with this body a month ago, just integrated with the body, Not integrated into this world.

"Huh..." He let out a hard breath, Gao Feng didn't want to think about it anymore. In the past month, he kept trying to retrieve the memories he had lost before, and every time he wanted to retrieve the memories other than the name. , will make his head crack like pain, every time the pain makes him wish to die, but once he doubts in his heart, he unnaturally wants to recall again, the pain will strike again, just like a villain Xing cycle, let him escape in pain, escape pain, escape everything before.

I don't know who I am, and occasionally there will be some memory fragments flashing through his mind, and the memory fragments are completely different from the world he lives in, as if a modern person who has lost his memory has traveled to a barbaric period, even though he looks like a barbarian, On the inside, he is still a modern person, even if he loses all his memories, he is still out of place.

Get out of bed and stand in front of the mirror, pick up a rag and wipe it lightly. Originally, the mirror was regarded by the owner as a novel decoration, and he didn’t care too much about it. It was full of stains and dust, but Gao Feng couldn’t explain why he wanted to wipe it. Maybe after wiping, I want to find my former self in the mirror, not the dazed self?

The young man in the mirror is very handsome, with the ferocity of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers and despises everything. He has long curly hair scattered like a lion, but he is not familiar with him. Even if Gao Feng has been watching him for a month, he still feels strange and alienated. The first day he woke up he gave him a fright, but it still made him feel uncomfortable, like a familiar stranger standing in the mirror looking at him.

He can't remember that he couldn't find himself in the past, he couldn't find himself, he didn't know the meaning of his life, just like now, eating the rough and jujube cake, staying in this dark room, looking for the meaning of life. With all the clues to prove himself, he will lie down on his bed and look at the black ceiling after he has tried countless times in vain. In this strange and cold night, he will slowly sink into the world of cruel killing in his dream, or, in other words, with this The body's original memory intersects.

The small and cramped room is not empty, there are piles of inexplicable and unknown things piled up under the bed, which seem to be toys collected by the former owner of the body, skulls of wild beasts, weird and hard branches, stones made of glass, and some Things that he is familiar with but can’t remember, some damaged glassware, mineral water bottles without trademarks, the body of the bottle is covered with mud and dirt, but he can distinguish the texture of the plastic, and he can only distinguish that it is plastic, I can't remember the others.

What touched him the most was the metal box on the bed that was used as a pillow. It was extremely hot during the day and cold at night, and the box full of hair oil smelled cool during the day, and it was the most precious thing in the room. One of the things, but what touched him was not the box itself, but the mottled and faded red cross under the box. He felt that the cross was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it at all, as if in those flashing memory fragments Among them, he has some impressions, which are the only clues that can recall the past.

The box felt greasy to the touch, Gao Feng was already desperate, he didn't have much time.

The owner of the body is about to face the biggest test of his life. As an attendant, he will participate in a fate-defining test, a test between heaven and hell, just like the test of killing in the dream.

For the test he is about to take, the test in the dream is like a child's game and Gren's war, which makes him full of helplessness and worry about his fate...

Even if he doesn't want to, he can't hide in the room forever. Every time he opens the door, it is a test of his heart and a sign of his formal contact with the world.

"No matter who I was before, now I am the Three Claws, the Three Claws of the Wild West, no matter what secrets I had before, now, I must live first..." Gao Feng kept hypnotizing himself

The moment he pushed open the door, the blood-red sky was just like the sky in his dream, and the overwhelming heat wave swept in through the narrow door, blowing the mid-length curly hair...