The world enters the age of myth

Next to the middle-aged man were three grey-faced children, all dirty and dirty, as if they hadn't bathed in months.

Maybe, in this difficult era of life, bathing is not too important. Cleaning your teeth once in a while is already very good.

This group of kids are trying to figure out how to get something useful from old cars on the roadside. Preferably gasoline, good quality fuel.

About 300 meters away, squatting was a large pile of white pork belly. The pork belly was covered with dense purple mold and gave off a disgusting stench.

They were standing upwind, breathing very shallowly to avoid being suffocated to death by the stench.

This large mountain of meat is lazily basking in the sun, even if there are people around it, it doesn't care. The product of laziness is naturally extremely lazy. As long as you don't take the initiative to approach it or take the initiative to provoke it, it won't be a big problem.

"Dad, there seems to be nothing gained." The dirty little boy said, and wiped his face with his dirty sleeves.

Time has passed for so long that most of the gasoline in the fuel tank of the scrapped car has evaporated. In addition, this is a safe zone near Roshan, and the car has been looted many times by other survivors.

The three children spent a long time exploring, but found nothing.

These little kids have no interest in listening to their father tell stories about the past. The old man has recited these stories countless times.

History cannot be repeated, and time cannot be turned back.

The good old days are gone forever, or in other words, they have never enjoyed the good old days.

In their ears, that era was like an out-of-reach fairy tale...

It is already very, very difficult to survive.

The first thing you do after getting up every day is to find ways to fill your stomach. If you can't even eat, how can you have the energy to think about other things?

"Hey, what do you know? When you get older, you just like to miss the past."

Huang Fusheng looked at these young men working quickly and stopped talking. He just slowly smoked cigarettes to enjoy themselves.

He looked lazy, sitting on the curb. Secretly, he was always vigilantly paying attention to his surroundings. In this dangerous environment, there was no reason why he could survive for 20 years.

Even if there is a mountain of meat around, it is not 100% safe. Maybe there will be some weak resentment coming in?

Huang Fusheng has the ability to sense danger more sensitively than wild beasts, which is also a special skill he acquired through a narrow escape.

In his mind, there is a "grievance", and the two sides are in a state of symbiosis.

"Restrain your emotions. Even if you don't find the item, don't feel discouraged. Otherwise, those terrible resentments will find your location along the negative emotions and give you a fatal blow." He said lightly.

"I have seen with my own eyes that a certain scavenger was pierced through the heart by a zombie-like resentment because he was too hungry and too depressed."

The three children showed no interest in his story.

Among them was a 10-year-old boy, his biological son.

This era is so ridiculous. Just find a prostitute and spend a small amount of money to give birth to a son.

What is more difficult than giving birth is raising a child. It is not easy to raise a child to the age of 10.

There were also two girls bought from the slave market, one was 11 years old and the other was 12 years old. They looked quite smart, clean, and had no infectious diseases. They could simply be used as child brides, even if one accidentally dies, there will still be another.

It would be great if neither of them died, and maybe one could be sold in a few years. Virgins can be sold for better prices.

Of course, if you can afford it, you don't have to sell it...it will just depend on fate. Huang Fusheng still liked these two female dolls and sometimes regarded them as daughters.

Huang Fusheng is not a good person either. In this doomsday environment, being brave and ruthless is commonplace. But now he is getting older, almost 50 years old, his physical fitness is gradually declining, and he is gradually becoming kinder. He even fantasizes about being like the past era, with a family full of children and grandchildren, a filial son, and a few more grandchildren. Live a senior life...

However, this fantasy is actually unrealistic. Even the richest leaders in the market are not able to die well.

"Dad, there's still nothing gained. It's just a waste of time here." The gray-faced little boy whispered, without any expression on his face, which made Huang Fusheng very satisfied.

Indifference, indifference is the most important thing. "

Most resentment is perceived by humans as a special kind of negative emotion. As long as the emotions are controlled enough, as cold as a robot, and there are no emotional fluctuations, then the probability of being attacked will be greatly reduced.

Huang Fusheng raised a hand and put it on his forehead. He looked at the sun in the sky and hesitated for a moment, saying, "Only those who control their emotions can enter more dangerous places to explore. Your current emotional control It's enough, so we can try it in the city today, where there must be more resources..."

"Let's go, today is a rare sunny day, you don't have to worry about attacks of resentment..."

"We cannot miss this opportunity."

On such a sunny day, he usually goes to dangerous areas alone and does not take these children with him.

However, 10 years old is not too young, and he has already learned a lot of basic things. If he doesn't teach him more now, he will die in the wilderness one day sooner or later. It is impossible to rely on parents to protect you for a lifetime.

You can't afford to be a prodigal in this era.

"Really?" The little boy's eyes lit up, a rare emotion during this time.

"Of course it's true. You are already 10 years old. It's time to learn to be independent and try to take risks."

This is the first time the little boy has entered a dangerous area of ​​the city.

Yes, the number and intensity of grievances in cities that once had large populations was far greater than in suburbs. Various types of unsolvable grievances are comparable to the real God of Death. Once encountered, the only ending is death.

But cities have all kinds of abundant materials.

"Very good!"

So for a 10-year-old child, no matter how good his psychological quality is, he will still have some mood swings.

As for the two girls around them, their expressions were all blank. They had restrained their emotions extremely well, and their expressions were like those of patients with trisomy 21 syndrome.

This general indifference seems to have become the instinct of the survivors in this world. Only their wandering eyes are showing their curiosity and anxiety about the big city.

The area where Roshan is located... really stinks.

It is said that there are some perfumes in the city that can cover up this stench...

Perfume is a well-known luxury product.

There are also various machines in the city... and cars that can be driven?

"Dad, I have a question. We must control our emotions to reduce the chance of being discovered by enemies. But if we want to use anima, we must amplify our emotions. Will we attract a lot of enemies?" The little boy said sternly. A face that expresses the doubts in his heart, showing a maturity that belies his age.

Anima is a kind of superpower in this world.

As the name suggests, the energy of the mind.

The energy of the soul can be converted into substantial power in this world.

Huang Fusheng smiled: "Anima? Don't expect too much from it. Even if you control some special anima, you can't defeat the enemy. At most, you can only escape better. What we control His ability is very weak compared to his resentment."

"Even for those with extraordinary talents, the strength of their anima is only one-tenth of that of resentment... or even one-twentieth is already pretty good!"

He asked reluctantly: "Only one tenth, why is this?"

"Because... the strength of the heart energy comes from your heart. Resentment is the crystallization of human emotions, the emotional condensation of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people. Therefore, the strength of their hearts is far higher than that of humans. You can It would be pretty good to use one-tenth of its power, maybe only one percent..."

"Dad, what is your heart energy?" A girl looked at him, and the two girls also called him daddy.

"I... I only have a little ability to perceive emotions. I can sense emotional fluctuations from you. Of course, I can also detect the existence of resentment based on this."

"Don't underestimate this. The ability that seems to be good at fighting is actually of little use. Because it is completely impossible to beat the enemy. On the contrary, it is the ability to detect the direction that has kept me alive for such a long time." Huang Fusheng Hehehe smiled.

The two female dolls also pricked their ears and listened.

The reason why girls of this age are bought from slave traders is because they are sensible enough to know that life is not easy, but they are not scheming enough to cause any trouble. As long as they are treated a little better and raised for a year or two, they can be treated as child brides.

It's not a big problem for a son to have two wives. There is strength in numbers.

"Is it really impossible to beat him?" the little boy asked unwillingly.

"Yeah, you can't fight, you can only escape... If we had enough troops and population 20 years ago, we might still be able to fight, but now, we can only find a way to escape. Don't think about it. Become a hero.”

"When dad makes enough money, he will buy you a magic potion. Just choose a special ability to save your life. Don't think about fighting head-on."

Huang Fusheng sighed: "The big shots who fought head-on... are all dead."

Seeing that his son was still a little unconvinced, Huang Fusheng's heart moved slightly. Twenty years ago, he was able to mobilize a large number of troops to fight against "grievances" as huge as high-rise buildings. He was one of those troops. member……

What a tragic story that is...