What should I do if the seven veterans are revived at the same time?

Zhuo Lan saw the "Son of God" and saw a scene.

In other words, he saw himself a long time ago.

It's still a long time before I become a blood race, I don't know what will happen tomorrow, I don't even know if I have tomorrow's self.

At this time, Zhuo Lan was very thin and small. He looked only seven or eight years old, but in fact he should be eleven or twelve.There is no way, this age is not accurate, because Zhuo Lan didn't know how old he was at that time, and he doesn't know even more now.

The little Zhuo Lan stood in a massacre scene with a dazed and helpless expression.

His surroundings and feet were all bloody, and his pupils were stained red with bright red.The thick smell pierced into his mind from his breath, like a living ghost, devouring his sanity.His soul seemed to fly, and his body became a statue, standing motionless in place.

He doesn't cry, he doesn't scream, he forgets where he came from and where he's going.

His feet were covered with sticky blood, but no footprints could be printed.Just because the surrounding area has become a whole pool of blood, and the imprints that have been left behind are all submerged by these terrifying red colors one by one.

This lonely child stood amidst the dazzling blood, as if he was going to stand here forever.

As dusk fell, when the demon was sealed, the sky was dyed red by the sunset glow.As red as fire, as bright as the mirror of the blood-colored earth.The child who had been standing for an unknown amount of time did not know that his legs were shaking so much that he was about to collapse at any moment, and the strange cries of carrion crows sounded in the sky.

The smell of burning also began to spread.

The flames burning from nowhere are devouring trees and houses.The straw was stained with blood, but it took only a moment for the fire to cover it.The smell of some kind of creature being roasted filled the surroundings, which was disgusting.

But Zhuo Lan still stood motionless.

He didn't run away, didn't struggle, and didn't even move his eyeballs.He blinked for a long, long time, his blue pupils were extremely dim and bloodshot.

The fire soon surrounded him, and the flames were soon licking his feet.

He was dumb and silent, like any grass that was swallowed by the flames, standing still and facing everything.

In a few minutes, he would be like everything else in this village, a part of the earth in a pool of fire and blood.

Until a tall figure appeared in front of Zhuo Lan.

In those blue pupils reflecting the firelight, there was a reflection of a blond man.

***

Little Zhuo Lan really recovered after a two-day sleep.

At that time, he didn't know how he fell asleep, and he didn't think about these things.It was only later that Zhuo Lan found out that he fell into a deep sleep because he was forcibly "ordered" by someone.As for whether he had a dream or what he dreamed of when he was in deep sleep, he couldn't remember at all.

When he woke up, the first thing he saw was the silhouette of a man.

Even after thousands of years, Zhuo Lan still couldn't accurately describe the feeling at that time.The man he saw had long blond hair, broad shoulders, fair skin, and a very, very, very... nice face.

Zhuo Lan ignored the simple clothes on his body, only thinking that he should be a god.

Legend has it that you will meet after death...the omnipotent person.

Zhuo Lan opened her mouth involuntarily, and heard herself ask in a low voice in a hoarse voice: "Are you a god?"

When the blond man turned his head, Zhuo Lan realized that his pupils were also golden, like the shining sun.

"I'm not." The man looked at him with gentle eyes, and his voice was like a mountain spring, "My name is Alex."

Zhuo Lan murmured: "Alex..."

Alex asked, "What's your name?"

Zhuo Lan looked blank: "My name is... I don't remember."

"Don't remember?" Alex frowned slightly, looking into the child's pupils, "Do you remember what happened to you?"

Zhuo Lan's eyes moved dully: "I...what happened?"

"Do you remember where you came from?"

"Where do I come from...?"

Listening to the child repeating himself, Alex realized that he might really not remember.

The man's fingers caressed the child's forehead, and the fingertips slowly overflowed with a faint light, sticking to the child's forehead, and slowly disappearing.

Zhuo Lan felt his head clear for a while, and even his whole body became lighter.His eyes regained some of their brilliance, and he stared fixedly at Alex, with his appearance clearly reflected in his pupils.

Alex asked, "What now?"

Zhuo Lan was at a loss: "...what?"

"How does it feel?" Alex asked. "Remember anything?"

"...No." Zhuo Lan shook his head and said again, "But I know that after death, I will see the gods!"

"How did you know that?"

"Where, where..." Zhuo Lan became confused again, "I, I can't remember..."

"It's okay, just forget it."

Alex sighed lightly, suddenly remembered something, pinched the child's wrist and said, "There is an ornament on your wrist with the word 'Dragos' engraved on it, maybe it's your name."

Zhuo Lan looked at his wrist, which was covered with a string of unknown material and a stone of unknown material, and wrote a string of things: "Dragos...?"

Alex asked: "Do you have any impression?"

"No... I can't even remember how to pronounce this thing." Zhuo Lan paused, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't apologize, honey, it's not your fault." Alex actually understood that the child would lose his memory.

He had investigated what happened in that village a little bit, and while the root cause was still uncertain, the kid was definitely innocent.Such a small and powerless ordinary human being cannot create such a terrible scene.

Fortunately, the village was full of blood, but the child had no injuries, only some small marks of friction.Perhaps the child's parents had tried desperately to hide him in exchange for his life.

And such a young child has experienced these things, so it is not surprising that he is so scared that he loses his memory.

Alex even felt that it would be better for him to forget all this.Since he forgot, Alex wouldn't chase after him to ask more questions, or tell him the scene at that time.

However, you can still leave him with a thought.

"In this case, you can call it 'Dragos' for the time being. If you want to change it later, just change it again." Alex touched his wrist, "The nickname is 'Zhuo Lan', remember? ?”

Zhuo Lan stared at him obsessively, as if he was attracted by his gentleness: "Remember..."

"Now, eat something?" Alex said, "You haven't eaten for a long time, and you can only eat something mild. I found fish and grains to cook together. Would you like to eat a little?"

He said while pointing to the front.There was a fire with a pot hanging from it, and there was a bubbling of steam from it, and a smell of food.

Zhuo Lan didn't even think about it: "Okay."

In fact, he just woke up, and now he feels nothing.But what Alex asked him to do, he agreed without hesitation.

Alex took a bowl, filled him with some soup-like porridge food, added a spoon, and handed it to him.

Zhuo Lan stretched out his hands carefully to pick it up. Alex was about to put the bowl on it, but then he paused again: "Go and pick a few big leaves, put them on, and be careful not to burn them."

Zhuo Lan immediately followed his instructions.

The kid was in a hurry when he got up, but his body was weak, and he almost staggered and fell down when he got up.Alex didn't have any free hands and couldn't support him. Just as he was about to put down his things, Zhuo Lan got up again and stumbled away.

Within a few minutes, Zhuo Lan hurried back with six or seven big leaves in his arms.Alex saw him hurrying back and forth, afraid that he would pull his hand, and asked, "Did you hurt your hand?"

"No!" Zhuo Lan put down the leaves and showed him her hand.There are some strangle marks on it, and the color of plant juice, but there are really no new wounds.

Alex finally put the bowl on the little hand that was covered with leaves in peace.

Zhuo Lan couldn't wait to take the first bite.

"Hiss...!" It was too hot, Zhuo Lan stretched out his tongue and took a few breaths.Alex felt that he looked more refreshed, so he chuckled lightly: "Be careful, drink slowly."

"Yeah!" Zhuo Lan said so, but still couldn't wait to take a second sip.

Alex saw him eating with gusto, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Alex hasn't actually tasted it himself, just put everything that looks like it should be in, and it smells good.It happened that the child woke up and had to eat as soon as possible, so he simply let the child eat first.

"Delicious!" Zhuo Lan smiled at him, as if to prove his words, he ate two more mouthfuls.

Then got burned again.

"Eat it slowly, don't rush." ​​Alex smiled, "You can't eat too much this time, so don't swallow it all at once."

"Hmm..." Zhuo Lan's eating speed was still very fast, but each bite became smaller, looking like a small animal eating in small bites.

Alex secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, these utensils were all dug out from the village just now, and they had never been stained with blood, and Alex had washed them once.He was still a little worried that Zhuo Lan would react when he saw it. Now that the children were only focused on eating, he finally felt relieved.

Alex finally got himself a bowl too.

He didn't fill much with fish, but only some miscellaneous grains, accompanied by soup.He didn't need a spoon either, so he blew on the bowl, waited for a while, and took a sip.

Just two seconds after entering, he frowned.

...too fishy.

Although the internal organs of the fish have been processed, the fish in the wild itself is very fishy.Just throw it into the pot and cook without any seasoning, and the cooked food will naturally be very fishy.

Alex just took a sip of the soup and felt so fishy. It's not hard to imagine what it was like in Zhuo Lan's mouth who was still eating fish.

"You..." Alex wanted the kid to stop eating, but then remembered that he must be very hungry, and now he couldn't find any other food to replace, so he could only sigh softly.

Zhuo Lan looked up like a frightened bird, put down the bowl and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing." Alex touched his head, "Do you really think it's delicious?"

"It's delicious! It's really delicious!" Zhuo Lan was actually empathetic, subconsciously thinking that the food made by Alex should be delicious, so he didn't notice much fishy smell.

Alex thought he was too hungry to care about taste.

He sighed again, and smoothed the kid's messy hair: "Then you... eat slowly."