Starting from today.
The style may be different from the main story. Brothers and sisters, please understand and be prepared.
As mentioned before, the story will be arranged according to the timeline. The first story will be about the origin of Earth hundreds of millions of years ago. After the nuclear war, before the meteorite attack, the story of a certain person was called "The Skinned Rat."
The length is relatively long, I hope everyone will like it.
If there are friends who are willing to create their own stories under the framework of "Cultivation of the Four Universes" and fill in some details, it is also possible. Please let go of yourself and do whatever you want. As long as you are willing, Old Cow can also publish it and share it with everyone.
Alright, no more nonsense. Let us begin a new journey.
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Hundreds of millions of years ago, the origin of Earth, the end of the era.
War.
War almost changed everything.
But it could not change the people who started the war.
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The city was like a rotting corpse. The dilapidated walls were like its broken skeleton. The fragmented roads were like twisted blood vessels and nerves. The walking corpses were like parasitic maggots on the city's corpse.
The boy felt the rusty iron chains deeply embedded into his ankles. Coupled with the fact that his blood flowed backwards from his head to his feet, he almost could not feel the existence of his feet.
His brain was extremely swollen, and his bloodshot eyeballs were about to burst.
Looking out through the crisscrossing blood vessels, the sunlight struggled to struggle in the thick nuclear clouds, overflowing with the colorful and dim light spots of the rotting corpses. The tall buildings in the city that had not completely collapsed formed a threatening skyline. It made him understand once again why this city was called "Tombstone Town."
The city was a tomb, and they were the undead living in the tomb. Or according to the underground people, they were the "Demon Race."
His line of sight kept falling. The twisted buildings that had not collapsed had long been piled up into fortresses by armor. Deformed faces emerged from the dark shooting holes, watching with interest as those people butchered him.
Further down, there were long spears that glittered with cold light. All kinds of heads and body parts were stuck on them. There were the most common two-headed cows and mutated wild boars, as well as expensive "delicacies" such as sky-legged snakes and terror chickens.
The boy even saw a hand hanging on an iron hook. It was placed in the middle of all kinds of meat like the moon surrounded by stars.
It was a pitch-black hand that didn't seem to have much meat and didn't arouse much appetite.
But hands were still hands. Regardless of whether it was Graveyard Town or Bloodthirsty Wastelands, they all believed that the fragrant meat contained a unique energy that could help them resist radiation, increase their strength, and bring them good luck.
Therefore, this was the most sought-after item in the meat market. Very few pieces of fragrant meat could be transported to the meat market. Most of the time, they would be divided up by zombies, mobs, or "demons" on the spot.
The boy's hand was white and tender, like tofu or white steamed bread. It even looked like the hand of an underground person. It was either good luck or bad luck bestowed by the heavens.
In order to avoid trouble, he usually covered his hands with dirty bandages and gloves.
But now, these hands were exposed to countless greedy and filthy gazes, and even caused waves of saliva to be swallowed.
The boy felt disgusted. He wanted to vomit, but unfortunately, he had been beaten so badly that he couldn't vomit anything.
The boy's gaze continued downward. This time, he saw the butcher, who was as strong as a mountain of meat, grinding a meat cleaver with a chuckle. When he finished grinding the cleaver, he even stuck out his half-meter-long tongue to test its sharpness.
When the butcher noticed that the boy was looking at him, the smile on his face grew even wider. He even winked at the boy and made a face.
The boy retched again, and his gaze fell to the ground.
The ground of Graveyard Town, or any other town in this world, was always like this. It was sticky and rancid, as if it was covered in a thick layer of humus. Suspicious waste water and stains were everywhere. Occasionally, when sunlight tore open the nuclear clouds and dust and poured onto the ground like magma, it would immediately ignite the ground and cause colorful poisonous fog to rise. Once they came into contact with the poisonous fog, even the genetically modified warriors or bandits would feel dizzy, lose their bodily functions, or even die on the spot.
However, rats and cockroaches continued to survive in this rancid world. They were like fish in water, reproducing in large numbers and showing signs of replacing humans.
The boy saw a fat and large rat crawl out of a sticky and dark ditch. It shuffled toward a piece of minced meat that had "accidentally" fallen to the ground.
It was very vigilant. It knew that the excited and crazy giants around it were creatures that were even crueler and more cunning than it was. It hesitated for a long time and made sure that no one noticed it before it pounced toward the minced meat like lightning.
Then, with a whoosh, a fishing line that was as thin as a strand of hair, controlled by a spring, wrapped tightly around one of its legs and threw it high into the air. The butcher then used his tongue to roll it up and throw it, slamming it onto the chopping board.
The butcher had finished sharpening all his butcher knives, and it was the perfect time to test them on this beast. His seemingly clumsy hands shone with white light, and he quickly skinned the fat and large rat and hung it on a metal hook. At that moment, the rat was still alive. Its tail twitched, and its dim eyes met the boy's.
'Poor beast,' the boy thought.
The boy thought to himself, "In this world, how can there be good things that 'accidentally drop'?"
Then, he smiled bitterly in his heart.
Because wouldn't his experience be exactly the same as the skinned rat's?
As an appetizer before the main course, the skinned rat was quickly bought by someone for the price of five scrapped mobile phones. Rat meat was one of the few fresh meat that the demons could eat these days, not to mention that it was freshly killed and skinned, so the price was indeed not high. The customer held the fresh meat, beaming with joy, and gnawed on it on the spot, making a "kacha kacha" sound, and even causing a series of swallowing sounds.
The butcher was probably selling the skinned rat at such a cheap price because he wanted to advertise and tell everyone that "the fragrant meat had arrived".
"Boss, it's time to cut the fragrant meat!
"Hurry up, I can't f * cking wait anymore!
"Such good fragrant meat is worth any price. Tell me, how much is it?"
The boy heard the demons howling one after another.
He saw faces that were rotten, swollen, full of blisters, or had three to five eyes. They had been exposed to radiation and genetic mutations, and they looked like demons that were full of cruelty and greed.
The boy was picked up by the butcher and thrown onto the chopping board where the skinned rat had just been skinned.
The butcher stuck out his tongue and licked his face. He spurted a warm stream of gastric acid at him and said with a smile, "Don't move. It doesn't hurt. I'm a good cook. I promise that the blood will be drained clean."
The boy did not move.
He did not cry, either.
Like everyone in this era, his tears had run out the moment he was born. He had long forgotten the feeling of crying.
The butcher patted his face and his chest with the bright butcher knife and shouted at the impatient customers, "Come on, come on, the best fragrant meat. Look at this face, look at these hands. No horns, no blisters, no rot, no cysts, no traces of mutation. The best fragrant meat that is even more delicious than the underground people!
"If the fragrant meat rolled around, even the gods would not be able to stand still. Eat a piece of this good fragrant meat. Just one piece is enough to cure all diseases. You can even enter and leave the level three radiation zone as you wish. Come on, give me a price. Fragrant meat, white and tender fragrant meat!"
The boy saw that more and more people had gathered in the meat market. About half of the demons in Tombstone Town had crowded over. The sound of their saliva converged into a sea of strong acid.
The turbid eyes emitted a turbid light, but it scared him more than the bright butcher knife. He closed his eyes in disappointment and asked his brother for help.
"Brother, save me."
The boy said.
"Don't be afraid, Little Deer. Don't be afraid."
His brother said, "Tell this butcher that you definitely won't run. You're so small, and there are so many people here. You definitely won't be able to escape. So, can he loosen the chains on your feet? This way, you can bleed faster, and the clotted blood won't stay in the soles of your feet. It's also more delicious. You call him 'uncle', and your feet can be sold at a higher price. He'll definitely agree.
After that, I will kill everyone in the meat market. That should buy you around five to ten minutes. Immediately find a military backpack — see that bald man in camouflage clothing over there? Use his backpack and fill it with meat from the meat market. Then, take the third shotgun from the right and the fifth three-eyed pistol. Remember, don't forget the bullets. Run to the left and run to Old John's Car Dealership. Get a modified car that's suitable for long-distance running in the desert. The Black Ghost Gang just happened to have a pretty good one two days ago, and it's being modified at Old John's. It should be done today, but I hope it hasn't been shipped away yet. All of this has to be done in ten minutes, no, seven minutes. Otherwise, half of the remaining people in Tombstone Town will catch up to us. Do you understand? "
"Yes, I understand."
The boy nodded silently in his heart. He stuttered, "B-but I don't know how to drive. What should I do?"
"It's okay. It's very simple. Didn't we see it at Old John's a few times? I should be able to do it."
The elder brother said, "But … if I kill everyone here, I'm afraid it will consume too much of my energy … I might … Anyway, I'll be the one driving in the beginning, but you have to learn. You have to learn quickly. You have to walk the rest of the way by yourself!"
"What?"
The boy was shocked. He felt like he was stepping on air and had no one to rely on. It was even more terrifying than being tied up and sent to the chopping board. "Brother, what are you talking about? We were born together. Don't leave me. I can't do it alone!"
"You can. In fact, you've always been able to. Your potential is far greater than mine. You just haven't realized it yet."
His brother said, "Anyway, don't worry so much. First, beg this butcher for mercy. Beg him to let go of your feet. Remember, speak pitifully and helplessly. Now, your pitifulness is our biggest weapon."
The boy swallowed hard and looked pitifully at the butcher.
At that moment, the butcher had already raised the butcher's knife high. It was unknown whether he was showing off his knife skills or was really going to chop the butcher's knife down.
The boy's mind was blank. His throat seemed to be blocked by frozen blood. He could not say a single word.
"Say it, say it quickly!"
His brother said.
"Fragrant meat. High-quality fragrant meat. Fair price!"
The butcher said.
"Hurry up and do it. What are you doing dragging your feet? Chips, bullets, gasoline, engines, bulletproof vests, sniper rifles, and even armored vehicles. What's the price? Say it quickly. I can afford it! "
The customers who were neither human nor ghost said.
"Hehehehehe! Hehehehehe! Hahahahaha! "
The wind that surrounded Tombstone Town and wreaked havoc in the wasteland. It was mixed with radiation dust and a rotten smell.
"I …"
The boy stuttered. His voice was hoarse. He could not hear what he was saying clearly amidst the hysterical howls of the customers.
However, another sharp and snake-like voice was a hundred times louder than his. It was like a ladle of ice water that was poured onto the bustling meat market.
The boy saw a very wet hand gently grab the butcher's knife that was about to fall. It was as if the hand had grabbed the butcher's pocket. The butcher's expression became extremely ugly.
Ugly, even fearful.
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