Apocalyptic Forecast

Deep sleep, Huai Shi felt like he was falling.

In the darkness, down, down, down again, it seemed that there were many people with him, some were screaming in fright, and others were struggling numbly, but soon they were gone.

He fell into the water, as if sinking into the deep pool, and lifted up like no weight, drifting in the darkness with the waves.

He seems to be dead.

But it seems to be on the way to death.

Soon.

There was a voice telling him that.

But death seemed to have no end, carrying him bit by bit to the darker depths. Until he was sent to the muddy shore by the cold tide.

The rickety figure came from the darkness, looked down at him, bent over and pulled his leg, and dragged him into the grass hut on the mudflat.

Knock on the door.

The door opened.

The smell of the rotting body spread.

In the hut, the lights are only on the blood-stained operating table. The wrinkled white-haired old man wore a mask and concentrated on the corpse in front of him, sometimes withdrawing to draw two strokes in the artwork on the table next to him.

Under the light of the dim oil lamp, the well-prepared specimens on the surrounding hooks dripped the antiseptic liquid. But the faces of the human beings that were made into specimens were still full of fear before death.

Ricket's figure pointed to Huai Shi, reaching for the old man behind the door to ask for something.

The old man glanced at the teenager on the ground with his turbid eyes and slowly shook his head: "It's not dead yet, what did you sell me a living person for?"

"Almost, almost ..."

Ricket's shadow made a weird sound, like the sound of a dog and a fox mixed together: "He's fast ... the source quality is ... the source quality is ..."

"I can only give you half, leave him if you like, and drag away if you don't want to." The old man folded his arms and looked on coldly.

The shadow seemed to be enraged and screamed loudly.

The old man was unmoved and looked at it indifferently until it reached out in frustration: "Half, half ..."

An old copper coin was thrown into its hand.

"Go away as soon as possible, don't disturb my work."

The old man glanced down at Huai Shi on the ground, frowned and dragged him on one leg, dragged him to the operating table with great effort, and smoothly swept away the broken body that had been there.

The sound of closing the door when the shadow left made the eyes of Huai Shi tremble. He tried hard to move, screaming, but coughed up a lot of blood foam.

"Not yet dead?"

The old man lifted his eyelids, looked at his white eyes with surprise, his dry hands pinched the bones of Huai Shi, and finally nodded with satisfaction:

"Very standard structure, although the strength is not enough, but should be able to be a temporary spare parts ... I don't know if the dismemberment can keep the best effect while still alive."

He sighed, but cut the arteries of Huai Shi's hands and thighs without hesitation.

Huai Shi's throat made a hoarse sound, but to no avail, the warm blood quickly spread from under him, flowing into the dirty barrel along the groove of the planing table.

"Do you have something to say?"

The old man looked at his trembling eye pupils, but he was helpless: "All are dying, is it safe to die quietly? I have seen a lot of people like you, anyway, you have fallen into **** across the border and died Isn't it a matter of course? It's just that the source quality hasn't dissipated, what other complaints? "

He took out a bottle of potion and poured it into Huai Shi ’s coughy mouth, and the intense spicy and weird sourness stimulated Huai Shi ’s throat, leaving a scorching touch like copper juice left in his throat and igniting like fire His body made him able to groan with hoarse pain.

"This is a potion bought from that kobold, used as a mummy, to keep the organs alive when a person dying. But do n’t think about life, just convert your remaining life into vigor and squeeze it out. ... so that you can say a few more words before you die, I can work more conveniently, how about you cooperate? "

The old man buried his head and cut the broken right hand of Huai Shi: "Remember, don't scream, I hate loud noises."

Huai Shi struggled to contain the painful voice and twitched all over his body. As the old man said, he was able to make a faint voice while he was still alive.

"... here, where is it?"

"In your words, a **** of twelve depths, my corpse workshop, where some small objects are sold to guests. After a while, you will become one of the small objects."

When the old man spoke, he continued to decompose the right hand of Huai Shi without any care. When he was under the knife, it was accurate and penetrated from the muscles, but did not hurt the bone of Huai Shi. It's like simply peeling the peel from the fruit, and the action is skillful and natural.

"How about a consultation ..." Huai Shi swallowed the pain, and gasped hard: "I actually really want to stay alive, let me go."

"No, I have already bought your corpse, how can you not die? Moreover, you can't live for a few minutes, I have to drag you back if you die outside."

Under the dim light, the old man's two eyeballs twisted on their different axes, a black stared at Huaixi, and a red stared intently at the place of the knife: "You look at your The body, the source of emptiness, is simply not much time ... Although the vitality is so strong, it has already burned out like ashes. How good is it to die? Can you still burn the remaining value ... "

His arms had been completely cut away, and the bones were carefully taken out by the old man, soaked in the antiseptic solution next to it, and each time the old man took out, the old man also happily shook in front of Huai Shi. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Huai Shi stared blankly at the ceiling covered with dry blood, the pain was replaced by numbness, and even his voice became dry and hoarse:

"I can't die here ..."

"Why can't you die?" The old man said seriously: "Everyone can actually die."

Is like being hooked to cause chatting nature. The old man meticulously cut the left hand of Huai Shi, chattering in the blood:

"I have met many people who think they are very important and play the most special role in this world, but they all died when they came here.

After they died, the world continued to advance, the sun rose as usual, and reality did not stop stagnation because of losing them. So they are wrong, they are no different from others. "

He pointed to the dead bodies hanging in the air waiting for sale, explaining one by one to Huai Shi: "This man used to be a tall man; this man used to be the messenger of justice who had handed over countless evil people; this man used to be a dictator The teacher of the author, the dictator changed from a tyrannical person to a generation of wise leaders under his professor. This is the dictator he taught ... but they all died.

Since is alive, then death is irresistible. Even God is the same. One hundred years, two hundred years, looking at the world, the sea and the turmoil ... When it is a thousand years, even God will find this world boring.

Compared to them, what are you? "

"But I still don't want to die."

Huai Shi blinked hard, not letting out of control tears blur his eyes: "Well, don't look at me so weak, in fact, I am also a tough guy. Men's tears are worth a thousand dollars, I cry, you let me go good or not?"