I have a role in the heavens

"Oh oh oh oh!"

The crow of a big rooster woke up the somewhat tired Fan Yuxiao. He slowly got up and dressed, went to the stove, poured some polished rice from the rice jar on the side, lit a fire to cook, and cooked some rice. Rice porridge, and then served his father to drink it, and then fried the herbs he had collected a few days ago for his father. It just filled a bowl, served his father to drink it, and looked at his father who was already a little tired. He rests.

Fan Yuxiao casually ate a piece of whole-grain pancake mixed with wild vegetables, drank two sips of hot water, and then went out to work again. After all, his few acres of thin fields had not been sown yet, and it was already late May. Sorghum can be planted. Fortunately, people in this era pay attention to two meals a day. After all, farmers are not so wealthy. As long as they don't starve to death for one day, they are satisfied. How can there be so much food to waste.

When the sun began to set in the afternoon, and the clouds in the west were dyed red, it was extremely gorgeous. Fan Yuxiao put down the farm work in the field and went home to cook for his father. When he came back, his father was sitting He walked into the small courtyard, looking at the sunset in the western sky, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

When his father heard the noise, he looked at Fan Yuxiao who was sweating profusely. His eyes fluctuated, a smile appeared on his face, and he said to him.

"You're back. There's no need to come back to cook for me. Don't work too hard. I'm not bedridden now, I can still take care of myself!"

Fan Yuxiao was busy preparing dinner for his father. He kept moving his hands while chatting with his father. The two of them exchanged their feelings today. Although it was dull, it was already a rare happiness. Both of them were happy. Clearly, this kind of time is running out and needs to be cherished.

By the time everything was done, the sunset had completely set and the sky was getting a little darker, but Fan Yuxiao still had to go to the ground to finish the last bit of unfinished work. His father was used to it and didn't stop him. He still had to go out to work at this time. After all, after he left, he would live alone. If he didn't work harder, how could he survive?

Time always flies by, and the world cannot be kept. However, within three or four months, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father's condition deteriorated sharply and he died unable to survive until winter, leaving Fan Yuxiao alone. This world is about survival, but fortunately Fan Yuxiao has been through many lives and has long been used to seeing birth, old age, illness and death. He is sad but not sad, and hurts but never ceases. He is busy in the fields every day, and his life can be regarded as going on.

On this day, the weather gradually turned cooler, the sorghum had matured, and the heavy ears of grain had already bent the plants. Fan Yuxiao could not care about other things, and came to his own field, preparing to harvest the hard work of these four months. Results.

Although it has entered the late autumn season, Fan Yuxiao is still sweating profusely after a hard day's work and can't straighten his waist. The night is getting darker, but Fan Yuxiao still has the last piece of land that has not been harvested. Look, The stars and the moon were bright. Fortunately, I continued to work under the moonlight and starlight, not wanting to stay until the next day.

Fan Yuxiao pulled all the bundled sorghum stalks to the site that he had prepared a long time ago. He wanted to expose them to the sun for a few days before he could remove them by crushing and beating them. By the time he was done, Fan Yuxiao was already soaked to the skin. After all, he is still young and farm work is not easy.

Walking alone on the lonely path, Fan Yuxiao felt something was wrong in his heart. It was a sudden impulse, and he couldn't help dragging his tired body and ran towards the village.

Blood, blood all over the ground. All the villagers in the village had died tragically and fell to the ground with a look of horror on their faces. Fan Yuxiao took a deep breath and looked around. They were all corpses. Almost all the villagers They all died tragically. This was a tragedy that wiped out a village. It was really heinous.

Fan Yuxiao couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the body lying on the ground. He found a hoe and started digging a hole in the cemetery behind the village. Although he was alone in seeking a living, the people in the village took good care of him. Now No matter what, they must be buried in peace.

After digging for a whole night, Fan Yuxiao's physical strength was almost exhausted. Then he sat in front of the hole and took a rest. He didn't care about his disgraced face. After regaining some strength, he found Uncle Zhang's house in the village. He was still young and lacked physical strength, so he could only carry two or three people at a time.

Fan Yuxiao carried the corpses of people he was very familiar with in the past time and time again, and put them together in the hole he dug all night.

Fan Yuxiao once again pulled the wooden cart back to the village. At this time, the wooden cart was stained red and dripping with blood. It looked like an extremely evil object, making people fear it.

Fan Yuxiao walked on the road full of blood without changing his expression. He came to a corpse and looked at his frightened eyes. At this time, they were already gray and dim. He squatted down slowly, staggering. He had not rested for a day and a night. His physical strength was already severely exhausted. His lips were white and there was no trace of blood, but his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. The blood was so red that people couldn't help but suspect. Is he a vampire-like existence?

Fan Yuxiao pushed the ground with his hand, and slowly sat in front of the corpse. He stretched out his hand to cover the corpse's face, closed his eyes, sighed, and stood up slowly, but his whole body felt weak and weak. A buttock sat on the ground covered in blood.

Fan Yuxiao took a few quick breaths, and his extremely strong spirit made him understand that he needed to rest for a while, otherwise he would inevitably faint. Fortunately, he rested by leaning on the wooden cart and sitting in front of the corpse.

"call out!"

A sharp sound of air waves sounded in the void, and a tall and burly man stood on top of the Immortal Sword and Ten Tigers. The Immortal Sword was of earth attribute and shone with an earthy yellow light, making this man look extremely sacred.

Song Daren looked at Caomiao Village with corpses all over the ground, rivers of blood, flies flying around, and the smell of blood rushing straight to the tip of his nose. He couldn't help being horrified, and quickly lowered his flying sword and landed in the village.

Song Daren walked in the village, searching for possible survivors and clues to the tragedy. But when he looked around, he saw corpses all with a look of horror on his face. He was shocked and angry. He didn't know who the monster was, but he dared to do this at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. After such inhumane massacre, people were filled with anger and their hair and hair stood on end.

Fan Yuxiao suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from behind him, and couldn't help but look back. He was covered in blood, but he had a pair of clear and bright eyes, which were extremely agile, but the bloodshot eyes were full of blood, which destroyed that look. It's so smart that it makes people secretly feel pity.