But when he opened his eyes, he saw not the women he imagined, but a dark sky, and he looked around and found himself lying in a pit, not in bed at all, and there was no woman around, quiet and abnormal.

Another drop of water in his face, cold and cold, so that the muscles in Wang Victory's face could not help but tremble, he subconsciously said: "It rains?"

But he immediately woke up, he sat up and said to himself: "No, I fell down, it can't be anyone to come to see, someone to come to see me, someone to come to see me!"

When Wang said to himself, he already had a very, very bad guess in his heart.

"Impossible!It is impossible!It must be this group of women, there is the opposite sex, no one, one by one with a handsome man, are hiding at home to serve handsome men."Wang Victory's face had a more ugly smile than crying, and he said there.

But the next second, he even climbed out of the pit with a rolling belt, rushed to the village, ran, and shouted: "Come to man?"Is there anyone?I'm back!Come on guys!The flowers?The chrysanthemum?Yingying?”

No one responded, and the whole village was quietly dark and there was no response.

Wang Shengsheng rushed all the way into the village and rushed into a house with an open door: "Who is at home?"Is there anyone?Come out!Don't play!"

Until now, Wang Sheng did not want to believe that fact, he was still naive fantasizing, fantasizing that many people in the widow village were joking with him.

But when he saw the first body lying on the ground, Wang Shengli was completely mad, and he rushed out of the house and rushed to every house with open doors, and every family died, whether old people or children, whether women or men, died, none of them were alive.

"Ah," Wang triumphantly roared, and then fell heavily on the ground, at this time the rain poured down, the rain hit the king's victory on the face, as if he were smoking his slap.

“They are all dead!All are dead!They're all dead.." Wang triumphantly muttered, eyes godless, but tears couldn't stop flowing down.

When he came back during the day, he saw the smoke and thought that there was nothing wrong, and he was relieved, but what he did not expect was that he was deceived.

"That's stupid!What a stupid one!They should have killed them at all!Kill them!Kill them!”Wang Zhen thought in his heart, but lay motionless on the ground, allowing the cold rain to beat on his body.

In winter, this kind of heavy rain rarely falls, but this heavy rain falls all night, until more than six o'clock in the morning, when the sky is a little white, the heavy rain suddenly stops.

The heavy rain fell overnight, Wang Sheng also cried overnight, of course, he not only because of the destruction of the widow village and weeping, but also the rest, such as Guan Yun Chang, Guan Yun Chang base in the people, Fan Xiaoman, Li Yao, copper, Lin Yiting, and parents, including the previous children, Xiaoqi, tigers, etc., all because of his death.

Wang Sheng is a person who looks a little cold-blooded, in fact, it is more that he is not good at expressing his feelings and does not know how to express his emotions.

He has pain and tears, but he is generally buried deep in his heart, and will not be easily released, even if he is released, he is also a person when he is not seen by people.

When others can see, he is either heartless or cold-blooded.

But this kind of thing, especially guilt and sadness, has a long backlog, once released, it will cause a chain reaction, the previous experience, the previous misfortune, all turned out.

Wang won full-time for three days of tears, three days, he did not move, lying in the mud, after the heavy rain came sunny, mud dried by the sun, attached to his body, his face, as if to leave him a layer of mud made of armor.

In these three days, the first two days, he had been in a state of sadness, and on the third day, Wang Sheng began to think about a question, that is, where did he go?

He was thinking about this problem in the middle of his brain, but his mouth was like a psychosis, and he kept repeating: "All are dead!"All are dead. . .

"My parents are dead, the house is gone, the copper is also dead, Lin Yiting is also dead, there is nothing left, where can I go?" 」Wang won in his head, always thinking about such a problem.

So after a whole day, the time came to the fourth day, around the mountains, far away from the sound of birds, these birds, should belong to the kind of birds without variation, even if they mutated, there is no attack, like the kind of birds before the end of the world, they are cheerfully shouting, calling friends and companions, clamoring, not lively.

And the king is still struggling with where he is going and where he can go.

Thinking about it, Wang Sheng suddenly flashed, and his mind flashed like a movie, and flashed the picture of several people.

“No!I’m not homeless, I have a place to go, and someone is waiting for me.Little Nine is waiting for me, my brother is waiting for me, I have a place to go, I have a place to go. "Wang Zhen, who wants to understand, suddenly wants to get up, but his body is very stiff.

The only thing that binds the king's victory is a layer of dry mud, but it is like a tens of millions of pounds, and the king's victory does not even have the strength to lift a hand.

“Ah,” he cried bitterly, struggling with death, trying to lift his arm, his whole body as if it had grown on the ground.

With the sound of a burst of bones, Wang Zhen finally raised his right arm, and Wang Victory, who raised his right arm, breathed, breathed as if he had done a vigorous exercise.

With his active arm, he began to rip off the mud that stuck him to the ground.

After these mud pieces are dried up, they do have a certain binding force on the king's victory, but even an ordinary person can easily break free, not to mention the king's victory, which is known as the world's first master.

This mud, as long as he thought, as long as he wanted, the body shook a jitter, can shake these mud blocks into flying ash.

But he has completely fallen into the world of self-sadness, completely unable to extricate himself, fantasizing himself as a tragic hero, a sad figure who has been decadent after being injured.

After a long period of cleaning up, Wang Victory finally saved himself from the mud.

The king who rose from the ground to victory, the upper body was naked, but it could not be said that it was all naked, at least there were a few pieces of dry mud, and he was given armor, and there was a pair of trousers in the lower body, but it was also a heavy mud block on it.

His mouth continued to mutter, “They’re all dead!”All are dead. . .

Then the look was sluggishly going north, regardless of those who died, and whether he could get out of here and go to Beijing, anyway, he was going mechanically.