There are no dreamlike clouds floating high in the sky. Dead white light penetrates every corner. The floating stones in the air collide with the broken joints, making a slight sound.
A strange bird with a sharp beak and a ferocious skeleton spread its wings and swung its nine heads, screaming as it shuttled among the floating rocks. Soon, amid the screams echoing in the empty space, they arrived at the center surrounded by all the floating objects.
The broken wall was piled up to form a tall circular pillar. The nine-headed bird circled around the pillar, rushed to the top of the pillar with no end in sight, and saw the so-called "god".
The god was hanging upside down, looking calm and peaceful amid the rocks and light.
But when you get closer, you will notice that He is unusual. The nine-headed bird landed steadily on the bronze giant nailed to the God's feet. Its nine heads were swinging, looking at the tattered clothes, which had long been blown by the wind from the sky. The eroded god.
The god's face was the only part of his body that was not very worn. The eyes were quietly solidified under the pale eyelids, still alive.
Everything up to this point is in line with the history that has been passed down for thousands of years, and the myths that will be passed down thousands of years later.
But this assumption only ends here. The nine-headed bird will be the only living creature in the desolate place with no sky or land, and it is no ordinary bird.
In other words, the only two living creatures.
The nine-headed bird, or the weasel, or one of Odin's crows, Fujin, said rudely, "Evening is here, master."
The god, whose face was so dry that only his face was left, did indeed open his eyes full of life, his golden pupils shining brightly, adding some life to this pale world.
God chuckled and broke the embarrassment, "It's 1908 AD. You told me about Marx's book last time, so what's the matter this time?"
Fujin took a deep breath. As a bird, this action was a bit difficult. He patiently said, "What I learned this time is related to electrical technology..."
"Oh, I shouldn't have kept you then, dear Fujin. Every day is full of thoughts and concepts. It's so boring. I miss Wu Ning so much. You can tell me many stories, from the beginning of the Dragon Clan to the Ragnarok." The god rolled his eyes and interrupted Fu Jin's words without mercy.
Fu Jin was very angry, but he had no choice. After all, he was not the one who suffered the pain, so he had no choice but to accommodate this willful god.
Shen tried his best to lower his eyes and stared at the bronze nail where Fu Jin stood. "It's worn a lot. I'll be able to go out in a while."
Fu Jin lowered his head and said respectfully and solemnly, "The wind in the sky is always waiting for your return, and the stars reflected on the ground are always your eyes."
God smiled again, this time it was no longer a relaxed and cheerful smile, but a cold sneer, "My sacrifice is just to help others."
The golden eyes stared at the nails on the feet. In an instant, the strong wind blew up, and the old bronze object ceased to exist and turned into a piece of dust floating in the silence.
The half-mortal god disappeared.
Fu Jin flapped his wings and circled around the marble pillar where the god was originally nailed. The strong wind held up his bronze frame. The clouds and mist dissipated with the wind, revealing the half-dead World Tree in the sky. On the other side of the distance, there was a place in the past. Brilliant city.
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1908, Tunguska.
There is no one around the huge crater left after the big explosion. However, in the Lower Tunguska River, which is some distance away from the Tunguska and Yenisey rivers, farmer Andrei is driving his hunting dog back to the village from the forest. He is sitting on the roadside. On the rocks, stop to warm yourself with wine.
The hunting dog lay down quietly, and Andre drank with confidence, feeling the warmth and spiciness brought by the inferior wine, and stared at the road ahead.
At this moment, a ragged child jumped out of the woods without the hunting dogs getting up and jumped into his prey. Andre was startled, took out his shotgun and found that it was After having a child, I relaxed my vigilance.
He didn't notice that the hunting dog beside him was not unaware, but was trembling with fright and motionless.
Andre picked up the child. The child had dark eyes and beautiful features, but his eyes were extremely empty. His head was casually wrapped with a piece of animal skin from nowhere, and his clothes were in tatters. He was in a forest covered with deep snow. Here, it’s really amazing.
Andre tried to ask the child questions, but he just remained motionless, staring at the results of the hunt.
"Why don't you and I go to the village to have a look? Oh, forget it, what are we discussing with you? It's my freedom whether I care about you or not..." Farmer Andre put the child down and stuffed it into his hand. A piece of dried ham, "My stuff is good enough for you to eat."
He playfully slapped the child on the head, dramatically removing the funny animal skin covering his head.
A glistening white thread poured out, as if alive, extending crazily towards the ham in the child's hand, and then towards the farmer's prey.
White hair that seemed to have life began to grow and slowly hung on the surrounding trees and rocks. All the objects connected by the threads melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye. Andre saw the ordinary piece of ham, It was twisted and deformed in the hands of the child, along the countless threads, and turned into a liquid with only a faint color.
"Devil, devil!" Andre couldn't believe his eyes. He only had time to scream, turned around suddenly, and stumbled away.
In his last peripheral vision, there were only the boy and the living creatures around him wrapped in the white silk thread. His last blessing was that he seemed to really run faster than the silk thread. The silk thread did not catch up, and the boy's quiet eyes just followed. Looking at him.
Is it his imagination? Those eyes just now were clearly golden...
The boy seemed to be wrapped in a cocoon, watching him quietly, watching the things in his hands and around him being slowly "digested".
There were no living creatures to consume around the Tunguska crater. He walked out of the forest by instinct and headed north along the river, but unexpectedly encountered strange living creatures.
This living creature can speak and has consumable items.
The poor hunting dog on the ground was covered with silk threads all over its body, and the threads were still spreading greedily. In the end, only its eyes were left, and finally, only the residue left in the wind.
The boy's white hair slowly converged, and his bare feet stepped on the things left by the farmers just now - only the remains, and walked forward step by step along Andre's escape route.
His black eyes are still the same as before, and he is dragging his hair as white as frost and snow. In a sense, it is his murder weapon. He still looks aimless, with no past and no future. He is the most beautiful person in this world covered by ice and snow. A suitable traveler.
The road that the boy walked was silent. In the village far ahead, the lights were on, and it seemed that peace had returned.
He wrapped his head again and walked stiffly into the village. The smoke and smoke of the human world surrounded him. His distant memories were blocked from the village and stayed in the huge pit of Tunguska.
There was a guest quietly added to the ordinary village, and many things started to move again...
