Outside of time Chapter 1: Alive

March, early spring.

East of Nanhuangzhou, a corner.

The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds layered on top of each other, merging with each other, scattering crimson lightning bolts, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

Like a **** roaring, echoing in the world.

The blood-colored rain, with sadness, fell to the mortal world.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the red rain of blood.

In the city, the walls are broken, everything is withered, and collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as bluish-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The bustling streets in the past are now desolate.

The sandy road that used to be crowded is now no longer noisy.

Only the blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper are left, which cannot be separated from each other, which is shocking.

Not far away, a mutilated carriage was deeply immersed in the mud, full of mourning, except for an abandoned rabbit doll on the carriage, hanging on it, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie and eerie.

The turbid pupils seemed to have some resentment left, staring alone at the mottled stones ahead.

There, there is a figure lying on his back.

This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, dressed in tatters, full of dirt, with a torn leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his tattered coat from all directions and hit his whole body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

But even if the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like a falcon.

Following his gaze, at a distance of seven or eight feet away from him, a skinny vulture was eating the carrion of a wild dog, occasionally observing the surroundings alertly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, it will fly into the air in an instant.

And the boy is like a hunter, waiting patiently for an opportunity.

After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the belly of the wild dog.

In an instant, the boy's squinted eyes flashed coldly.

His body was like an arrow off the string, rushing out quickly, going straight to the vulture, with a swipe of his right hand, he pulled out a black iron stick from the leather bag at his waist.

The tip of the iron stick flashed a sharp cold glow.

Perhaps it was the perception of murderous intent. When the young man rushed out, the vulture immediately noticed it, and was frightened, flapping its wings and flying into the air, about to fly away.

But it's still too late.

The black iron stick turned into a black line with the boy's expressionless swipe and shot out.

Pfft!

The sharp iron stick pierced the vulture's head in an instant, shattering the skull and killing him instantly.

The powerful impact took its body, tilted and fell, and with a bang, it nailed it to the carriage not far away.

The blood-colored doll on the side also swayed more and more due to the turbulence of the carriage.

The young man looked calm, and his speed did not stop at all from beginning to end. He went straight to this place. After arriving, he grabbed the vulture corpse and the iron stick.

The force was so great that the part of the carriage that was nailed with iron picks also lifted a small piece.

After doing this, he quickly left along the edge of the street without looking back.

The wind seems to be bigger at this moment, the blood-colored doll on the carriage, shaking, seems to be watching the young man go away.

Going further and further.

The wind was indeed stronger, carrying the coldness from the rain, brushing the boy's thin clothes.

The boy trembled involuntarily, his brows wrinkled slightly, he shrank his clothes, and he made a sound of inhalation.

He hates the cold.

The way to resist the cold is to find a place to rest from the wind and rain, but the young man running on the street at the moment, his speed did not stop at all, and the dilapidated shops passed by his eyes.

He doesn't have much time left.

Because it took too long to hunt vultures, there is one place he hasn't gone today.

"It shouldn't be far." The boy whispered to himself, galloping down the street.

On the way forward, there are blue-black corpses everywhere. Their lost hope is full of hideousness, as if they have turned into an aura of despair, trying to contaminate the mind of the young man.

But the teenager is used to it and doesn't even look at it.

Until a little time passed, the young man looked up to the sky from time to time with a little anxiety on his face, as if to him, the change in the sky was more terrifying than those corpses.

Fortunately, when he saw a pharmacy in the distance, the boy breathed a sigh of relief and rushed away.

The medicine store is not big, and there are many medicine cabinets scattered on the ground, exuding a musty smell, like a tomb that has been opened, full of mess.

In the corner, there is also the corpse of an old man, his whole body is black and blue, leaning against the wall, it seems that it is too late to rest his eyes, and he stares at the outside world.

The boy stepped into the room and glanced at it, and immediately began to rummage.

Most of the herbs here are the same as those corpses, turning blue and black, only a few are normal.

Among these normal medicinal herbs, the teenager carefully identified them for a long time.

As if recalling his past experiences, he finally picked up a common Jinchuang grass and took off the thin shirt on his body, revealing a huge scar on his chest.

The wound has not fully healed, and it can be seen that the edge of the wound has begun to turn black, and there is even some blood oozing out.

The young man looked down, crushed the herb, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, raised his hand and dabbed it on the wound.

In an instant, the severe pain from the wound was like a surging tide, and it suddenly hit, causing the boy's body to tremble uncontrollably, but he forcibly endured it, but the sweat on his forehead could not be suppressed, dripping down his cheeks onto the dark on the ground.

It became a blur.

The whole process lasted for more than ten breaths. After he completely smeared the herbs on the wound, the young man seemed to lose his strength all of a sudden. He held the medicine cabinet beside him, and after a long period of slowness, he exhaled deeply. He took a breath and slowly put on his clothes.

Looking at the sky outside again, he took out a broken map from the leather pocket at his waist after thinking, and carefully spread it out.

The map is very simple and depicts this city.

The location of the pharmacy inside has been marked, and in the northeast direction, many areas have been crossed with fingernails, but only two areas are left without crosses.

"After looking for these days, it should be in these two areas." The boy's voice was hoarse, he muttered in a low voice, and was about to leave after putting away the map.

But before leaving, he looked back at the old man's corpse and his eyes fell on the corpse's clothes.

It was a leather jacket. Perhaps it was a special leather jacket, and the leather jacket was not corroded much.

The young man thought for a while, walked over, took off the leather jacket from the old man's body, and put it on himself.

The leather jacket was a bit big, but after wrapping his slender body, the young man finally felt a little warmth, so he looked down at the old man's open eyes, raised his hand to cover it lightly, and made it restful.

"Rest in peace." The young man said, tore off the curtain inside the shop, covered the old man's body, and turned to leave the pharmacy.

As he walked out, a shimmer of light reflected from his feet. The boy looked down and saw a fragment of a mirror the size of a palm in the **** mud.

In the lens, he saw his own face.

Although the face reflected in the broken mirror is full of dirt, it can still be vaguely seen that it is an extremely beautiful face.

It's just that the immaturity that a 13- or 14-year-old should have, is replaced by indifference.

The boy silently looked at himself in the mirror on the ground, raised his foot after a while, and stepped on it.

A click.

One after another cracks appeared.

After smashing the mirror with one foot, he shook his body and galloped away.

On the ground, although the broken mirror filled the cracks, it still reflected on the sky, as if covering the world, covering all living beings, like half a vast human face with the remnant face of a god.

Cun Mian closed his eyes and indifferent, standing tall, only a strand of withered, curved hair hung down.

That is the natural existence of this world like the sun and the moon.

It seems that under him, all living beings are ants, and it is like Jingzhe, the phenomenon of the growth of all things, affected by it, and has to change.

At this moment, the sky is gradually losing its light under the remnants of this god.

The shadow of the setting sun is like a black haze, filling the ruins of the city, covering the earth, as if to engulf everything.

It's raining more

As the night gradually engulfed, so did the wind, and there were bursts of sharp whimpering.

As if the roar of a ghost, it began to awaken the strange existence in this city, causing all kinds of creepy voices to respond one after another.

The running boy has faster footsteps and more rapid movements. Between this and the dark night, he flexibly travels through the streets.

Until, when he passed a collapsed house and tried to use his strength to jump far, the boy's pupils suddenly shrank.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw not far away, among the ruins, there seemed to be a person.

From a distance, this person is neatly dressed, as if not injured, sitting there against the wall.

The most important thing is that the exposed skin of the other party's body is actually normal color, not blue and black!

Such a figure, in this city, unless it is a living person, it is impossible to appear!

And the living people... These days, the teenagers have not met anyone other than himself.

This scene shocked him, and he quickly seemed to think of something, and his breathing was a little short.

I intend to go, but the smog-like night behind me has engulfed it.

The boy hesitated, remembered this position, and left quickly.

Speeding all the way, the boy returned to his temporary residence in this city before the night finally caught up with him.

It was a hole in the ground, and it was very small and full of bird feathers.

The gap at the entrance is not big, adults can't get in, only teenagers can barely get in here.

After entering, he skillfully blocked the entrance with debris such as books and rocks in the cave.

The moment when it is completely filled, the dark night outside will cover it in an instant.

The young man did not let his guard down, grabbed the iron stick in his hand, held his breath, and squatted there to listen for a long time.

Gradually, there are the roars and shrill sounds of alien beasts, occasionally mixed with strange laughter.

Until there was a clearer roar, and in the nervousness of the teenager, the voice seemed to pass by, and after it gradually became lighter, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat aside.

The cave was dark, and the boy sat there silently, as if time had stopped at this moment.

He was dazed for a while, calmed his nerves that had been tense all day, grabbed a water bottle from his side, took a few sips, ignored the sound outside, and took out the vulture in his pocket.

In the dark, put it on the side of the mouth and bite it bit by bit.

There were bursts of astringent taste in his throat, but he swallowed it calmly and slowly, squeezing the food down his throat into his stomach.

And the stomach is wriggling hard at the moment, trying to digest and relieve hunger.

Soon a whole vulture was eaten by him. The young man took a deep breath, bursts of exhaustion flooded his body, and his eyes slowly closed.

But in his hand, he was always holding on to the jet black iron stick, like a lone wolf dozing off.

If there seems to be any abnormality, he will open his eyes instantly.

In the outside world at this moment, the darkness is like a curtain, covering the city, the earth, and the sky.

The world under the sky is extremely vast, and Nanhuang Continent, which is overseas, is only one of them.

Few people know how big the whole world is, but the majestic face on the sky, with a strong shock, everyone can look up.

The exact date of the arrival of this stubborn face is unknown.

People only know from the descriptions in some ancient books that, a long time ago, this world full of fairy spirits was prosperous and full of vitality, until... this huge remnant surface, from the distant The depths of the void, with destruction, attracted.

In the process of arriving, the sentient beings in this world tried every means to stop it, but all failed. In the end, only a few ancient emperors ruled, and they abandoned sentient beings with some clansmen and chose to migrate.

Soon, the remnant came, hanging in the sky, and from then on, the nightmare came.

The breath from Him permeates the entire world, and the mountains, the sea, all things and all living beings, even the spiritual energy that monks rely on to practice, are also infected by it.

All things wither, all living beings perish, and there is not one in a hundred.

Since then, those who survived this disaster with difficulty call this half human face... a god.

This world is called the end land, and the place where the ruler of the ancient emperor goes is called the holy land.

This title has been passed down from generation to generation after many epochs.

And the disasters brought by the gods are not only these, his majesty suppresses all living beings all the time, because...

Every few years, decades, or even hundreds of years, He will open his eyes from time to time and continue to count his breaths.

Every time he opens his eyes and looks at the area, it will be instantly polluted by its strong breath.

The creatures are charred and turned into an eternal forbidden zone.

Over the past several epochs, there have been more and more restricted areas in this world, and fewer and fewer habitable areas.

And nine days ago, the **** opened his eyes again, and the place he looked at was the area where the boy was.

All species and a dozen human races in that area, no matter where they exist, whether in the slums inside or outside the city, are instantly polluted and turned into forbidden areas for life.

Under this terrifying pollution, all living beings directly decomposed into blood mist, some mutated into alien beasts without intelligence, and some were left with polluted blue-black corpses.

Only a very small number of people and beasts can survive.

Young man is one of them.

At this moment, outside the pitch-black cave, with a shrill sound from far to near, the sleeping boy quickly opened his eyes.

The iron stick in his hand instinctively lifted, and he looked vigilantly at the blocked entrance gap.

It was not until the shrill voice circled in the vicinity and then gradually moved away that the boy was relieved.

Without sleepiness, he touched the leather bag and took out a bamboo slip from it.

In the dark, he touched the handwriting on the bamboo slip, and there seemed to be some light in his eyes, then he sat upright, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

The teenager's name is Xu Qing, and he has lived alone in a slum outside the city since he was a child.

In the sudden catastrophe nine days ago, he hid in the cracks of the stone. Unlike other people who were terrified and crazy, he calmly looked at the gods who opened their eyes in the sky, and looked at the special cross pupils in the eyes of the gods in the sky. Seems to have lost the emotion of fear.

Until he saw a purple light fall from the sky and landed on the northeast side of the city.

The next moment, he passed out completely.

After awakening, he became the only survivor inside and outside the city.

But he didn't leave immediately.

Because he knew that the forbidden area formed by the opening of the eyes of the gods would be enveloped by blood rain at the beginning, turning it into an enchantment.

People inside can't get out, and people outside can't step in, unless the restricted area is completely formed.

And the sign formed is that the blood rain stops.

This catastrophe seems nothing to Xu Qing, who grew up in a slum.

Because in the slums, whether it is all kinds of homeless people, wild dogs, or a disease, or even a cold night, people will lose their lives at any time, and it needs to be very difficult to survive.

And as long as you live, nothing else matters.

Of course, in the cruelty of the slums, there is occasionally a touch of warmth.

For example, some destitute scholars will teach and literate a group of their children to make a living. In addition, it is the memory of their relatives.

It's just in Xu Qing's mind that the memories of his relatives are gradually blurring as time goes by.

But he knows that he is not an orphan, he still has relatives, but he has long since been separated.

So his ideal is to live.

If I could live a little better, if I could have the opportunity to see my relatives, it would be even better.

So fortunately, he did not die and chose to enter the city.

He wants to go to the residences of the upper-class gentlemen in the city, to find ways to make himself stronger, and to find the purple light that falls into the city.

And the way to become stronger has been circulated in the slums, and it is desired by everyone. They call it practice, and those who master the method of practice are called monks.

So becoming a monk is Xu Qing's greatest wish, apart from the memories of his relatives.

Cultivators are not uncommon. In the past few years in the slum, Xu Qing has seen people of this type enter the city from a distance.

A typical feature of them is that their bodies instinctively shudder when they stare at them.

Xu Qing even heard people say that the city owner is a monk, and the guards around him also have monks.

So after searching in the city for a long time, five days ago, he finally found the bamboo slip in his hand on a corpse in the city lord's mansion.

It's dangerous there. The wound on his chest was left at that time.

What the bamboo slips recorded was the practice method he longed for.

All the content on it has long been familiar to him, and even in the past few days, he has begun to try to practice.

Xu Qing had never seen other cultivation techniques, and this bamboo slip was the only one obtained, and he did not know how to practice it correctly.

Fortunately, most of the descriptions are simple and easy-to-understand words, focusing on visualization and breathing.

So after working step by step, he has gained some gains.

This method is called Haishan Jue.

The way to practice is to think of the totem carved on the bamboo slips in your mind, and to breathe in and out with specific breathing.

This pattern is very strange, it is an alien existence~IndoMTL.com~ with a big head and a small body, only one leg, the whole body is black, and the face is as hideous as a ghost.

Xu Qing had never seen this kind of creature, and the bamboo slips called it a mandrill.

At this moment, with the practice, not long after this pattern came to mind, Xu Qing's breathing gradually changed, and there was an undercurrent in the nearby air.

The surrounding spiritual energy poured in, slowly burrowing into his body, flowing through the whole body, causing bursts of bone-piercing cold, and the parts it passed were like being in ice water.

Xu Qing was afraid of the cold, but he resisted and didn't give up, he still insisted.

Until a long time, when he finally ended this practice according to the requirements of the bamboo slips, his body was soaked in cold sweat.

And just after eating the belly of the vulture, I felt hungry again.

Xu Qing wiped away the cold sweat and touched her stomach again, her eyes showing determination.

Since practising this exercise, his appetite has increased significantly, and his body has become more flexible than ever.

All of this made him have a stronger tolerance for the cold during cultivation.

Looking up at this moment, Xu Qing followed the gap at the entrance and looked outside.

Outside, it was pitch black, and there was only a terrifying roar, sometimes strong and weak, echoing in my ears.

He didn't know the real reason why he became a survivor, maybe it was a fluke, or maybe it was... He saw that purple light.

Therefore, while looking for exercises these days, he is also constantly going to the northeast region to find the place where Ziguang falls, but unfortunately he never found it.

In her thoughts, Xu Qing listened to the roars outside. The corpse leaning against the wall that I saw when I came back at sunset could not help but narrow my eyes.

The place where the other party is is the northeast region, and... seems to be a living person.

"Is it related to purple light?"