The extra story starts today.
The style may be different from the original story, so brothers and sisters, please understand and be prepared.
As mentioned before, the extras are arranged according to the timeline.
The first one tells the story of someone who lived on the "Original Earth" hundreds of millions of years ago, after the nuclear war and before the meteorite struck.
It is called "Yesterday Again".
The article is relatively long, I hope you all like it.
If there are friends who are willing to create their own stories under the framework of "Cultivation of the Four Universes" and complete certain details, that is completely fine.
Please let yourself go and play freely.
If you are willing, Lao Niu can also post it and share it with everyone.
Okay, without further ado, let’s start a new journey. ------------------ Billions of years ago, the original earth, the end of the world. war.
War changes almost everything.
But it cannot change the people who started the war. … The city is like a rotting corpse, the ruined walls are like its broken skeleton, the broken roads are like twisted blood vessels and nerves, and the walking corpses that are not known to be dead are the maggots parasitic on the corpse of the city.
The boy felt the rusty chains embedded deeply into his ankles.
Coupled with the reverse flow of blood in his head and feet, he could hardly feel the existence of his feet.
But the brain was extremely swollen, and the bloodshot eyeballs were about to burst.
Looking out through the criss-crossing blood streaks, the sun struggled hard in the thick nuclear clouds, flooding with colorful dim spots like corpses rotting, while the high-rise buildings in the city that had not completely collapsed formed a snarling skyline, which made him think again.
Now I understand why this city is called "Tombstone".
The city is a tomb, and they are the undead living in the tomb, or according to the underground people, they are "demons".
His sight kept falling.
The twisted but not collapsed buildings had long been piled up into fortresses by armor.
Deformed faces emerged from the black shooting holes.
He watched with interest as those people slaughtered him.
Further down, there are gleaming spears, filled with various heads and corpses - including the most common two-headed cows and mutant wild boars, as well as celestial snakes, fear chickens, etc.
Expensive "delicious food".
The boy even saw a hand hanging from an iron hook, placed in the middle with all kinds of meat like stars holding a moon in its arms.
It was a black hand that didn't look like much flesh, and it didn't arouse much appetite.
But hands are hands after all.
People in Tombstone Town and the Wilderness of Blood believe that the fragrant meat contains special energy, which can help them resist radiation, enhance their strength, and bring good luck.
Therefore, this is the most sought-after item in the meat market, and even very few fragrant meat can be transported to the meat market.
It is usually divided up by zombies, mobs, or "demon clan" on the spot.
The boy's hands were white and tender, like tofu or white flour steamed buns, or even like the hands of an underground man.
This was a blessing of good luck or bad luck.
To avoid trouble, he usually covered his hands with dirty bandages and gloves.
But now, these hands were exposed to countless greedy and dirty eyes, and even caused bursts of swallowing sounds.
The boy felt sick and wanted to vomit, but unfortunately, he had been beaten to the point where he couldn't vomit anything.
The boy's eyes continued to fall.
This time, he saw the butcher, who was as strong as a mountain of meat, grinding a meat cleaver with a smile.
He could sharpen a knife, and even stretched out his half-meter-long tongue to test the sharpness.
When the butcher noticed that the boy was looking at him, the smile on his face became even stronger, and he even winked at the boy and made a face.
The boy retched again, his eyes falling all the way to the ground.
Tombstone or any town in this world, the ground is always like this, sticky and rancid, as if there is a thick layer of humus accumulated, with suspicious wastewater and stains everywhere, and occasionally when the sun breaks through the nuclear clouds and dust, such as When it pours to the ground like magma, it will immediately ignite the ground and raise patches of colorful poisonous mist.
Once exposed to the poisonous mist, even genetically modified soldiers or gangsters will become dizzy, lose their functions, and even die suddenly on the spot.
However, rats and cockroaches continue to survive in this corrupt world, taking to the water like a fish in water, multiplying in large numbers, and there are faint signs of replacing humans.
The boy saw a fat, big rat crawling out of the slimy, dark gutter and crawling toward a piece of meat that "accidentally" fell to the ground.
It was very vigilant and knew that the insanely excited giants around it were more cruel and cunning creatures than it.
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It hesitated for a long time to ensure that no one noticed it, and then pounced on the minced meat like lightning.
Then, with a "swish" sound, a fishing line as thin as hair, controlled by a spring, tightly wrapped around one of its legs, and threw it high into the air.
The butcher then rolled and flicked it with his tongue.
It hit the chopping board with a "pop" sound.
The butcher had sharpened all his butcher knives, and he just used this beast to test the knives.
A white light flashed between his seemingly clumsy hands, and he peeled off the skin of the fat and big mouse and hung it on a wall.
On an iron hook, the mouse was not completely dead at this time, its tail twitched, and its dim eyes met the boy's.
"Poor beast."
The boy thought to himself, "Where in this world can there be any good things that 'accidentally dropped'?"
Immediately, he smiled bitterly in his heart.
Because what happened to him was exactly the same as that of this skinned rat?
As an appetizer before the meal, the skinned rat was quickly bought for the price of five scrapped mobile phones - rat meat is one of the few fresh meats that the demons can eat these days, not to mention it is freshly killed.
Peel, the price is indeed not high.
The customer held the fresh meat, beaming with joy, and started chewing it on the spot, making a "click, click, click" sound, which caused a burst of saliva and swallowing.
I'm afraid it's also to advertise and tell everyone that "the fragrant meat has arrived" that they sell fresh skinned mice at such a cheap price, right?
“Boss, it’s time to cut the meat!
“Hurry up, I can’t fucking wait!
"Such a good fragrant meat is worth any money.
Tell me, how to sell it?"
The boy heard the howls of the demons one after another.
I saw faces that were either rotten, swollen, or covered with blisters, or had three or five eyes, were exposed to radiation, had genetic mutations, were filled with cruelty and greed, and looked like monsters.
The boy was picked up by the butcher and dropped onto the chopping board where the skinned rat had been skinned.
The butcher stuck out his tongue, licked his face, and sprayed hot water with stomach acid at him.
He said with a smile: "Don't move, it doesn't hurt.
My uncle is very good at his craftsmanship, and he will make sure to drain the blood very cleanly."
The boy didn't move.
Didn't cry either.
Like everyone else in this era, his tears had dried up the moment he was born, and he had long forgotten the feeling of crying.
The butcher patted his face with a sharp butcher knife, then patted his chest, and shouted to the impatient customers: "Come on, come on, good meat, first-class meat, look at it."
This face, look at these hands, no horns, no blisters, no rot, no cysts, no trace of mutation at all, top quality meat that tastes better than the underground people!
"The fragrant meat rolls around, and the gods can't stand still.
Eat a piece of the best fragrant meat.
Just one piece can cure all diseases.
You can even enter and leave the third-level radiation area at will.
Come on, bid.
The fragrant meat is white."
Tender and delicious meat!
” The boy saw more and more people gathering at the meat market.
About half of the demons in Tombstone Town were crowding in, and the sound of saliva gathered into a sea of strong acid.
Those turbid eyes emitted turbid light, but they frightened him more than the sharp butcher knife.
He closed his eyes in despair and asked his brother for help.
"Brother, save me." said the boy.
"Don't be afraid, little deer, don't be afraid."
The brother said, "Tell this butcher that you will never run away - you are so young, there are so many people here, and it is blocked, you will definitely not be able to run away, so can he loosen the chains on your feet?"
, it will bleed faster in this way, the congestion will not stay in the soles of the feet, and it will taste better.
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If you call him 'uncle', your feet can be sold for a higher price, and he will definitely agree.
"Then, you heard clearly, brother will not say these words a second time, and then, brother will kill everyone in the meat market, which can buy you about five to ten minutes.
You immediately find a military backpack - Did you see the bald man in camouflage over there?
Fill his backpack with meat from the meat market, then grab the third shotgun with colorful hair and the fifth three-eyed pistol on the right. remember Don't forget the bullet, run to the left, and go to 'Old John's Automobile Dealership' to get a modified car suitable for long-distance running in the desert.
The day before yesterday, 'Nigger Gang' happened to have a very good one, and it was modified by Old John. , it should be changed today, I hope it hasn’t been shipped yet, all this must be completed within ten minutes, no, seven minutes, otherwise half of the people in Tombstone Town will catch up, do you understand?”
"I understand."
The boy nodded silently in his mind and stammered, "But, but I can't drive, what should I do?"
"It doesn't matter, it's very simple.
Didn't we see it several times at Old John's place?
I should be able to do it."
The elder brother said, "But...killing everyone here will probably consume too much of my energy...I might...in short, I will do it at the beginning, but you must learn, and you must learn quickly."
The road is up to you to walk on your own!”
"What?"
The boy was startled and felt helpless.
He was even more frightened than being tied up and put on a chopping board.
"Brother, what are you talking about?
We have been together since we were born.
Don't leave me.
I You can’t do it alone!”
"You can do it.
In fact, you have always been able to do it.
Your potential is far greater than mine, but you haven't discovered it yet."
The elder brother said, "Anyway, don't worry about it.
First, beg the butcher for mercy.
Ask him to let go of your feet.
Remember, your tone should be pitiful and helpless.
Now, your pity is our greatest weapon."
The boy swallowed hard and looked at the butcher pitifully.
At this moment, the butcher had raised his butcher's knife high, not sure whether he was showing off his knife skills or whether he really wanted to chop the knife down.
The boy's brain went blank, his throat seemed to be blocked by frozen blood, and he couldn't even utter a single word.
"Say it, say it quickly!"
said the elder brother.
"Fragrant meat, good quality meat, fair and honest, the price is fair!"
said the butcher.
"Hurry up, do it, you're dragging your feet, what are you doing?
Chips, bullets, gasoline, engines, body armor, sniper rifles and even armored vehicles.
Tell me what price you want, I can afford it!"
Customers who are neither humans nor ghosts say.
"Ho ho ho ho ho ho!
Hee hee hee hee hee!
Hahahahahaha!"
Said the strong wind that surrounded Tombstone Town and ravaged the entire wasteland, mixed with radiation dust and rancid smell.
"I……" The boy stammered and his voice was hoarse.
He couldn't hear what he was saying amidst the hysterical howls of many customers.
However, another voice that was sharp and sharp, like a poisonous snake, was a hundred times louder than him, like a ladle of ice water poured into the bustling meat market.
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The boy saw a very wet hand, gently grabbing the butcher's knife that was about to drop.
It also seemed to grab the butcher's bag, which made the butcher's face look particularly ugly.
Ugly, even scary.
Then, the boy heard the owner of the wet hands say lazily in an even more wet voice: "This is my sheep, who said I want to sell it?"