Behind this thick layer of plastic sheeting, I couldn’t see any “home” shadow.

All I could see was a charred smear of debris.

Everything that can be seen is burned like a charcoal, and under the smell of wood burning, it seems to be mixed with an indescribable rotten smell.

I have smelled it somewhere else, not familiar, but it can still make me remember.

But at this time, I would rather lose these memories than make a connection.

I remember... it was the smell of the body being burned to give off...

At first it should be meaty, then it will become a charred smell, and then later... when the body slowly cools down, the smell of rottenness will begin to gather, and then spread...

I don't want to think about these unlucky things, but my thinking is not under my control, and I have repeatedly told me that the rotten smell here is scattered from the dead body, and there is no other possibility...

“Oh, hey!”

I did not hesitate, a slap in my face, the pain from the cheek, let me a little sober.

Stuart stood by me, looked at me with some concern, but did not stop me, took two steps back without saying a word, turned around and turned to open the plastic sheet and went out.

At this moment, the only people who are still here are Chen Qiaoyan and the rat.

I can’t imagine what the potter went through... maybe it was burned by someone... I could only see the ruins... nothing else could be seen...

“The Lord!”

I went home and screamed, my face full of expectation.

But there was no response here.

Above the ruins, there is only the dead silence.

“Seven, fat!”

“The old man!”

I stood in front of the ruins, shouting constantly, the more I shouted, the more I spoke the voice trembled.

At this time, my legs are like uncontrolled, completely lost strength, can not support my body, can only let me kneel down...

“The world . . .

Hearing Chen Qiuyan's worried voice, I did not return and said, "It's okay, you go out first, let me stay alone."

“All right.”Chen Qiuyian whispered, the voice is also with a crying voice, but it is obvious that it is restrained: "I take the little fat out first, you have anything to call us."

Soon, I heard the sound of plastic cloth behind me.

After Chen Qiuyian walked with the rat, I could not pretend to go down, fell to the ground trembling, trembling, and pressed the ground tightly with his face, glared his eyes, and looked at himself reflected in the water.

I don't know how this time there could be such a big change... I can't imagine myself falling into such a situation...

When my grandfather was seriously injured, he hit me a lot, but I quickly slowed down.

Because the grandfather is not dead, even if it is inconvenient, he can continue to live and continue to exist in my life.

Really, my home is not in Sichuan, nor in this pharmacy, but in my grandfather.

Millions of people, only the grandfather and I have a blood relationship, he is my only relative, but also the only dependence I have ever.

Once again, I encounter difficulties that I can't, and I meet those troubles that I think will have a headache... I can't solve it, and I can push my grandfather to solve it.

In my eyes, he is omnipotent to rely on the mountain, with him, nothing to worry about.

Lord, it is home.

But now the Lord is gone, the home that has lived for decades is gone, I don't know why, I meet such a reality, I don't want to cry, but I just want to laugh.

“God...do you have long fucking eyes...” I muttered, the smile on my face was getting bigger and bigger, but the eyes were getting more and more sour, and the voice of the speech was trembling: “I was playing hard in Yunnan...I was working hard with Erpei... How many people my mother saved... I didn’t help drag... Er’s body has long since come out...

“I’ve done so much... you’ve given me something like this... are you up to me?”

I said to myself, slowly getting up from the ground, straight up, and looking up at the black pressed sky.

At this time, the tears were finally out of control, and with the bright smile on my face, it came out, flowed down my face, and fell into the mud on the ground.

“God, you don’t have a long eye on your dog’s day! you’re sorry for me!

My mood eventually collapsed, like crazy, crying and laughing at the sky, hissing up.

“You’re a tortoise son, are you doing this to us?”

“I’m not fucking...I’m not fucking happy!”

Suddenly, a piece of wood on the ruins broke apart, snapped, and fell on the other end of the ruins.

I didn’t hear anything, and no one was there to guide me, but I could feel that something was calling me there.

Without waiting for me to think about it, my body had a subconscious movement, even rolling and climbing across the ruins, where the wood fell, I saw them.

As Stuart said.

No one moved, no one dared to move, and they were waiting for me to come back.

Among the ruins in front of me, there was a huge pit, like something smashed, and there were several charred corpses scattered.

It has been carbonized, at least to look at it, only a small part of the position, through the same snow white as death.

The smell I had smelled before came from them.

No more, no more than four.

Even if they have lost their original form, I can tell who they are through their corpses.

The carcass on the left is small, and looking at the smell of a rickety body, it should be Miao Wu.

The two on the right, one with a larger "volume", the skeleton is several laps larger than ordinary people, the other is slightly normal, there is no special place... They should be the ever-dragon elephant and the seven treasures?

Standing in the middle, also by the Miao martial arts and the Changlong elephant they with part of the body ... the legs of the bones are unusually slender this corpse ...

“The Lord?”

I shouted a little, saw that he did not respond, I subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch him.

But in the end I did not dare to touch him, and the palm of my hand was frozen in mid-air.

In fact, don't say touch him, I don't even dare to look at their faces.

A family that was still good recently... how did it become like this in a blink of an eye... I wouldn’t be dreaming?

Or am I in an illusion again?

I took some confused hands back, slumped on the ruins, and looked up at the dark clouds that were constantly gathering in the sky.

After half a minute, with a clamor, the rain poured down.

It was originally a strong charred smell, rotten smell, and now it has been diluted by the rain a lot.

I slowly closed my eyes, a word of rain, even if it was cold, cold, I can not stop shaking, I also feel a lot better.

It's gone.

Everything is gone.

I muttered in my heart, lowered my head, opened my eyes to look at the ruins around me, and felt that my heart was gradually slowing down.

And the trend of slowness does not stop, every ten seconds, I feel that my heart will beat once.

My brain is getting more and more awake, and I am not getting so sick.

“It’s okay, sir, I’ll avenge you.”

"Seven treasures...big fat... don't worry about the two of you... someone will fill your life for you... you will not die in vain..."

I said to myself, getting up and walking in the direction of the entrance.

"And old Miao... don't be angry... planted in that little hand . . . there . . . there is nothing to emirate . . . they must pay for their lives . . . you patiently wait . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Say, walk.

Perhaps I did not pay attention to the road, and when I moved again, I let a wooden beam tripped, and my body lost its balance in an instant, and hit the ground heavily.

I did not get up, did not have the strength to get up, by the pouring rain from head to toe, like a lost dog.

In the meantime, I could hear the voice of the old man, and I could hear the voices of the seven treasures.

They seem to be comforting me, so that I don't feel so sad, I also want to listen to them, but...

It's really hard.

I opened my mouth, took a bite of the mud on the ground, the turbid mud made my face full, tears and rain mixed together, simply can not distinguish each other.

At this time, I could not speak, I could cry, and my voice could only utter the most primitive kind of human being.

Like the sound of a beast.