I woke up after 300 million years

There were bursts of thunder outside the window, like a grand symphony, which made people's hearts tremble.

One-year-old Yan Fan stood up awkwardly and looked at the indoor environment carefully.

At this time, he was only sixty-five centimeters tall and thin, much more fragile than a normal one-year-old baby. There was no way he was born in a poor city-state. He had not eaten enough since he was a child, and his mother did not have enough milk to feed him, so his nutrition had always been poor. Can't keep up.

Looking around, Yan Fan suddenly felt something bad. As far as he could see, he saw a small baby room with no wardrobe or tables and chairs, only a rusty iron shelf. Glass bottles were neatly placed on the shelf, with light yellow liquid inside. and some human tissue.

"My 'birth point' is at the trafficker's house?" Yan Fan's immature face was extremely solemn.

He couldn't feel a trace of strength. If he used his one-year-old human body to fight against the unknown or strange things, he probably wouldn't survive tomorrow.

After thinking for a moment, he climbed out of the crib's guardrail and climbed up to the window sill with difficulty.

Taking a closer look, it was peaceful and quiet outside, and there was a street light on the street in the distance.

Under the streetlight, you can vaguely see a group of wild dogs digging through the trash can. One wild dog knocked over the trash can, pulled out the body of a baby from inside, and ate it...

Another thing that is very different from the normal world is that the moon in the sky is crimson.

"Three stories high, you will definitely die if you jump." Yan Fan whispered silently.

After understanding the situation, he stepped back from the window sill. Even if he jumped from this height and was lucky enough to be caught by branches and grass, he would still be discovered by wild dogs in the distance, and the end would be even worse...

"What is my identity now?"

Yan Fan wants to figure out the answer. This is a card for survival.

boom!

There was the sound of a vase being smashed outside the house!

Without saying anything, Yan Fan quietly walked to the door, put his ear against the door, and listened quietly.

......

"I don't care! You said you would send him away when he is one year old! I don't want to live with him. You can only have my child, and your love only belongs to me!"

In the living room, the three-year-old boy stared at his parents with a fierce look that did not belong to his age group. He picked up a vase again and threw it to the ground. Countless fragments flew and the floor was in a mess.

The beautiful woman felt sorry for her son and hurriedly knelt down to comfort her, "Baby, don't be angry. He is your brother after all. From now on, what's his is yours. Mom and dad only love you, okay?"

"No! Let him go!" the boy roared angrily.

When a bowl of water is uneven, only by sacrificing the kindest person can peace be achieved.

The middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, holding a newspaper. He was silent for a long time and suggested:

"He is your brother, we will not abandon him, but... we can let him stay with us forever. His meat will be delicious when cooked, and his bones can be pieced together for you as a toy... .”

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman not only did not feel cruel, but nodded, "After raising him for a year, it's time to let him repay us. The meat in the refrigerator is almost gone. Let's do it tomorrow night."

"Okay, I love thigh meat the most!" The boy licked his lips, revealing a mouthful of fangs.

The middle-aged man looked at the baby room at the end of the corridor and smiled meaningfully, "Our son can't wait any longer. I guess...he is standing by the door right now, with his ear against the door and eavesdropping."

......

Yan Fan was shocked.

Discovered?

He turned around suddenly, and the room was dark.

He moved his eyes to the left and raised his head. In the glass bottle on the third row of the iron frame, an eyeball soaked in a light yellow liquid was staring at him.

Yan Fan glanced at it, then climbed into the crib and covered himself with the quilt as if nothing had happened.

[It can be judged from their conversation that it is not abduction by human traffickers, but it is more terrifying. 】

[Current information... They are not human beings. They plan to attack me tomorrow night. There is an eye in this room watching me. It will be even harder to escape...]

[The end of the old days, the end of the old days, I was in a desperate situation at the beginning...Is this the case for everyone? Or is it just me? 】

All kinds of thoughts appeared in his mind like a hurricane, Yan Fan's brown eyes were as calm as a pool of water, thinking about countermeasures.

Strong people never complain about the environment.

Although he only has the physique of a one-year-old baby, among the extraordinary knowledge he possesses, certain abilities do not require "spirit" to be triggered.

into the night.

Since there was no clock in the baby's room, Yan Fan didn't know what time it was.

He felt a little sleepy. This body was too weak, but he didn't dare to sleep.

"Strike first to gain strength, strike later to suffer disaster." Yan Fan muttered, looking at the iron frame out of the corner of his eye.

The eye turned elsewhere, and its luster was dimmed by three points. Perhaps after the owner of the eye fell asleep, he could no longer monitor his every move.

Yan Fan took out the crib, walked to the door barefoot, stood up on tiptoes, and opened the door.

The moonlight casts a crimson gauze over the living room, making the outlines of things vaguely visible.

He stuck his head out and watched for seven seconds to make sure there was no one, then walked out slowly and went straight to the kitchen.

After a while, Yan Fan returned to the baby's room with a kitchen knife, closed the door tightly, and looked up at the eyes on the iron frame. Everything remained the same.

He had thought up a countermeasure and was ready to kill someone with a borrowed knife!

Squatting on the ground, Yan Fan used a kitchen knife to carve out the complex and complicated ritual bit by bit. It took an hour just to carve out this ritual diagram.

"call......"

He exhaled, his forehead covered with sweat, "I was so weak when I was one year old."

"Assuming a frontal attack, an adult can kick me to death with one kick. Even with a knife, I can't kill two adults and a child."

Immediately afterwards, Yan Fan placed the kitchen knife in the middle of the ceremony and chanted ancient texts from the Sixth Age.

"..."

He stroked the blade gently and smiled gently, "You are already a mature kitchen knife, you have to learn to kill yourself, do you understand?"

The kitchen knife moved, as if in response.

Yan Fan picked up the kitchen knife and fiddled with it twice, "Sister Yue's hypnosis is indeed amazing."

After the hypnosis ended, he put the kitchen knife back in the kitchen.

Inside the house, he was lying on his crib and fast asleep. As a child, he needs enough sleep every day.

......

"what!"

"Dad! Mom!"

The screams and the boy's shouts woke up Yan Fan who was sleeping.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and said to himself, "Has it started yet?"

Yan Fan stood up, climbed down the guardrail, opened the door, and rushed to the kitchen to take a look.

The beautiful woman had already died. Her neck was cut open by a knife. The cutting board and the ground were covered with red blood. The middle-aged man fell in a pool of blood, with the hypnotized kitchen knife stuck in his heart.

"Dad! Mom! Wake up!" The three-year-old boy was at a loss and kept crying.

When the boy saw his younger brother, he immediately yelled, "It's all your fault! It was you who killed your parents!"

Blame me? Well, although it is my masterpiece, you are confused when you look at it... Yan Fan rolled his eyes in his heart, tried hard to squeeze out a few tears, and pretended to be anxious:

"Quickly pull out the kitchen knife, maybe we can be saved!"

"Pull out the kitchen knife?" The boy was startled and confused, but he actually reached out and pulled out the kitchen knife.

Yan Fan walked over and urged, "Give me the knife, and you go get the medicine to stop the bleeding!"

"Medicine to stop bleeding? I don't know..."

"Really? Forget it..."

Yan Fan took the kitchen knife and without blinking, stabbed it into the boy's throat!

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, and high-level hunters often appear as prey.

The boy fell to the ground, but he was not dead. He stretched out his right hand to grab Yan Fan.

The right hand turned into an animal claw.

After struggling for three seconds, the boy still died unwillingly, not as tenacious as expected.

Yan Fan looked indifferent, took out a tissue, wiped the blood on his face, and looked at the three corpses with his brown eyes.

"As a family, we must stay together."