Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 568 The Truth Is False (47)

.After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't find the answer. Only when there was a sudden embarrassing sound in his stomach, Xing Mo suddenly realized that he must be hungry.

Selectively ignoring the foolish things he did just now, Xing Mo groped the ground a few times and found a sweet potato.

Well, you guessed it right, there is always some food in the cellar.

Although sweet potatoes are generally cooked, there is nothing wrong with eating them raw.

The sweet potatoes were simply scrubbed before they were put into the cellar, and Xing Mo wiped them casually before putting them in his mouth.

The uncooked sweet potato is crunchy, with a little sweet taste and unwashed Saturn taste.

But at this time, Xing Mo didn't have the heart to think about whether this thing is good or not. The basic desire to survive told her that it doesn't matter whether she tastes good or not, and she will live first.

After eating the sweet potatoes, there was some food in her stomach, and her limbs were no longer limp. Xing Mo straightened up and moved away the wooden barrels blocking her, and opened the door of the cellar gropingly.

Then grabbed the eaves of the cellar and jumped out.

After patting the dust on the clothes, she found that there was still a dark world outside the door.

The light that woke her up in the first place has already set in the west.

It should be because no one has lived in it for too long, the air is a bit dirty, and the weather has begun to turn cold.

The pervasive coolness in the air made the frozen Xing Mo wake up.

A little upset, but she went to turn on the light switch.

Fortunately, although there are many problems, there is still electricity here.

After she turned on the light, she realized that she was in the backyard of a courtyard house. The place where she curled up just now was under a pile of old wine barrels in the cellar.

She looked down at her clothes, which were short sleeves and shorts.

But according to the current weather temperature, it should be autumn.

Leaving an environment, at least one must be fully equipped.

Xing Mo thought about it, and decided that it would be better to find a dress.

She walked out from the backyard, the courtyard was divided into several courtyards, and a force in the dark led her to a wing room.

The low-key and simple layout made her feel like her own house.

Since it is his own house, there is nothing to worry about.

Xing Mo took out a set of black sportswear and sports pants at any time, put them on, put on a sweater and hat and went out.

Opening the heavy wooden door, Xing Mo couldn't help but shuddered from the chilly autumn wind coming from the pavement, and his whole body became sober.

The street outside is as quiet as inside the house, and even because there are no people, it looks more desolate than the small courtyard.

It was at this time that Xing Mo found that except for the small house where he was just now, there was no one there, even the wide street and the densely packed shops around him were also empty.

It was six o'clock in the night, and the warm yellow street lamps on both sides of the street were turned on one by one. Without the noise of the crowd, taking advantage of the autumn scenery, everything here seemed desolate and suggestive.

But at the same time, no one could see or appreciate all of this, except Xing Mo, who was standing under the street lamp and looked expressionlessly at the endless street with a paralyzed face.

This world has long been empty, lonely like a dead city.

(End of this chapter)