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Zhu Xun, seventeen years old, male, male, current identity, virgin.

He is a pure 18K unlucky guy. He stepped on dog shit when he was a child, hit his head with soy sauce and was hit by a ball. He finally stayed at home but had a power outage and water supply. He was also shot while lying down. Two hours before his next birthday, Zhu Xun decided to go out and buy a cake to commemorate a rare event in his life. It is also a miracle that he is unlucky until now.

He had just walked to the zebra crossing when he was knocked unconscious by a bicycle on the road and lost consciousness.

Open your eyes again, the world is completely different.

The snow-white ceiling disappeared, replaced by a piece of animal skin that was too dirty to see the color. It was spliced ​​with a few pieces of dead wood to form a simple shelter. From the perspective of Zhu Xun's modern people, this seems to be a tent.

Smell the smell, um, it has a pure 1980 steamed bun smell, but it's still rotten.

It's a dream, it must be a dream.

Zhu Xun yawned and rubbed his eyes by the way.

A small black and thin hand appeared in front of him.

...It must be because I was hit on the head by a bicycle. I dreamed that I was a child. I think that when he was seven years old, his hands were also black and thin. It was not until he grew up that his skin gradually turned white and he became handsome. He was often touched on the face and squeezed by the neighbors in the neighborhood, and when he grew up, he began to receive love letters one after another, hot, literary, boring, and everything.

However, he is a very conservative person, and he believes that love needs a foundation, and two people need to get along for at least two months before they can start to fall in love. Gradually, no one chases after him.

Zhu Xun blinked. The bed under him was very hard. It felt like a stone, but it was not cold at all. Zhu Xun suddenly felt dizzy. He reached out to touch his head, but found that his forehead was so hot that he could fry an egg.

Although this metaphor is a bit exaggerated, his current body temperature is indeed abnormally hot.

Zhu Xun immediately got up from the rock, and before his toes touched the ground, his eyes were blurred.

After a while of dizziness, Zhu Xun lay back on the stone again. He was weak and starving to death. After a while, Zhu Xun felt that his head was no longer so dizzy, so he climbed down from the stone.

This is worse than when he was hungry when he was a child. At that time, Aunt Wang next door locked him in her home because she was afraid that he would go out and run around. Unexpectedly, she was too busy with work that day and forgot to go back to cook. Poor little Zhu Xun Only half a dry steamed bun was found at Aunt Wang's house, and he had been hungry for a whole day. When Aunt Wang remembered that he hurried back, Zhu Xun was lying on the bed with straight eyes, as if he was seriously ill.

Since he could remember when he was a child, many misfortunes and disasters have happened to him repeatedly, and since both his parents died in accidents, this misfortune has become more and more intense. Fortunately, the neighbors in the neighborhood were kind-hearted and agreed to take turns managing Zhu Xun's family It wasn't until he returned to his grandma's house for middle school in junior high school that they gave up the idea of ​​continuing to cook for Zhu Xun. Before leaving, they made another big table to see him off.

Later, grandparents left one after another, and Zhu Xun became a person again. Due to the early death of his parents, he became independent. From the kitchen to the hall, as long as it was related to food, clothing, housing and transportation, Zhu Xun was proficient in almost everything.

After standing on the ground for a while, Zhu Xun finally recovered.

This is a shelter comparable to a tent, surrounded by many blue-gray stones. There is no doubt that this is a wall. The stone he is lying on is leaning against a large stone. , Zhu Xun believes that it will be more slippery than the loach in the field. Now, there are many haystacks and logs on the stone wall on Zhu Xun's left, and there seems to be something moving on it... Out of a strong desire to survive, Zhu Xun Xun forced himself to ignore it. On his right hand was a large stone that was shorter than the stone bed. Its cross section was very flat and looked as if it had been finely polished by someone. There were several bones resting on it, and there was another... bloody of raw meat.

The piece of meat was about the size of a leg of lamb and had a strong smell. Being close to it, Zhu Xun seemed to smell the toilet.

"WTF?!" Zhu Xun finally had a slight fluctuation, "Did I become a caveman in my dream?"

The most frightening thing was that looking at the bloody piece of raw meat, Zhu Xun actually aroused his appetite.

"Oh, this must be a model." Zhu Xun said ignorant of his conscience, "Now is not the time to eat, it's better to observe the surrounding environment first."

This is a space that can accommodate 20 people, about 15 to 20 square meters. If it is used as a bedroom, it is relatively spacious, but if it is a house that integrates all functions, it is very small, and there is a strange feeling in the air. Zhu Xun wrinkled his nose and got used to it after a while. Because there were no shoes, when the sad Zhu Xun was inspecting the house, the sole of his right foot was unfortunately glorious. Injured, red liquid flowed out.

The ground is full of soil, sand can be blown up by the wind, and there are also large and small sharp gravel, which will be scratched if you are not careful. A very dangerous thing.

There is no medicine, no bandages, and no cleaning items here. The end of bacterial infection is to die slowly while waiting.

Zhu Xun suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He thought of many infected patients who had been mosaiced, so he couldn't help but hug himself tightly.

"Sleep and sleep and it will be solved! It's all a dream!"

Zhu Xun lay back on the stone again, encouraging himself to go to sleep as soon as possible. He was facing a hole covered by incomplete animal skins, which should be the exit. Light came in through the gap of the exit, bringing some light to this dark space. .

Such fiery and powerful colors seem to be able to sweep away all the haze.

By coincidence, Zhu Xun opened his eyes, got out of bed, endured the protests from his head and stomach, and resolutely walked out of the room.

And what he saw next completely shocked Zhu Xun.

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