The sunlight is like a blue paint sprinkled with gold powder to outline the most thrilling stroke on Meng Busan's body.

Tang Ci held Meng Busan's hand and carefully outlined the last line.

He had just finished the work, and two shouts suddenly came from behind.

Before Tang Ci could turn around, he saw that the pale palm in his hand had broken into golden fine sand and could not grasp it.

Tang Ci's eyes widened.

A gust of wind blew towards him, rolling up golden sand and sweeping through his ears.

Tang Ci said blankly: "I remember... this is a unique way to enter the trial field above level A."

Lu Xiaomeng and Shen Fangyuan, who were so anxious, looked at him at the same time as they heard his words.

Lu Xiaomeng: "What you said is true?"

Chen Fangyuan tightened his sleeves, "This, if you say so, the third brother is fine, he just entered the trial field?"

Tang Ci came to her senses and nodded stiffly.

Lu Xiaomeng breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

She looked at Tang Ci with some doubts again, "Since that's the case, why do you have this expression?"

Tang Ci is more confused than Lu Xiaomeng, "Is there any problem with my expression...?"

Lu Xiaomeng said "tsk" and took out a mirror to show Tang Ci.

Tang Ci took a look, but found nothing wrong.

Lu Xiaomeng: "Your expression is like a dead dad."

Tang porcelain: "…”

He was about to say something, but he found that he felt a little chill.

He raised his head, and Lu Xiaomeng was staring at him in surprise.

Tang Ci seemed to have guessed something, raised her hand and saw that she was turning into golden sand.

When the arm becomes a little bit empty and reaches the itchy part of his neck, it suddenly turns into a pain that tears apart, just like the pain of tearing his wings when he breaks out of his cocoon and becomes a butterfly.

Tang Ci only saw Lu Xiaomeng and Shen Fangyuan slowly fading into the sand at the last glance.

He heard Lu Xiaomeng shouting—

"Damn, we're also sculpting!"

Tang porcelain: "…”

...

At dusk, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, like rusty iron and rotten cowhide.

A child was shivering barefoot in the darkness.

There were more than a dozen people who acted the same way as him, and these people were shivering.

On both sides of them were bombed earth walls, and the trembling broken walls barely covered their figures, while not far from them were continuous shootings and artillery fire.

Everyone had a pale face, trembling lips, looking at each other, without moving, like a barely struggling, but they could not struggle to die.

The child squatted down and sat on a big rock, gathered his cloak together, and stepped on his bare soles on the cloak.

He raised his head slightly and paid silence to the people around him.

Most of these people were dressed in tattered clothes, but the strange thing was that there was a plum blossom mark on the card under their right eye.

The child lowered his head again and hid his pale little face in his hood.

Someone in the crowd said, "We can't stay here all the time. I just heard the gunshots getting closer and closer, and their exchange of fire is moving here little by little."

"What should I do? It's over, it's over."

"Woo--"

There was a loud noise and a crying sound, and everyone was worried about their lives.

“So we have to transfer.”

"But you will be discovered as soon as you go out, and the bullets on the battlefield don't have eyes."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, woo!"

"Damn, who wants to die? Shut up!"

Some of these dozen people are brave enough to move to the rear while others are timid and would rather stay where they are in a position with a slight hope.

The two gangs argued endlessly, and finally a taller man was about to leave by himself.

"Whoever you want to go with me will leave now, and do whatever others like, but I have agreed in advance that I am not responsible for anyone's life."

The man greeted him and immediately five people followed him.

He lay on the broken wall and looked at it for a while. He was about to rush out, but suddenly he felt something was wrong. He turned around suddenly and saw a small thing squatting behind him in the shadow, and a young and pale hand grabbed his ragged cloak.

The man glared at him, "What are you doing? Get back!"

He looked fierce and thought he could get the child back soon, but the child's hands trembled slightly, but he still held his cloak tightly. The fabric of his cloak was already too heavy to bear, and it was almost torn to pieces by this little thing.

The child was wearing a dark red dirty cloak, thin and small ball, looking like he was not long.

The man was so disgusted that he stretched out his hand to push the little thing away, but heard the little thing whisper: "I, I want to follow you."

The man was stunned, "Do you know what we are going to do?"

He said fiercely: "We are going to die."

"No, no..." The child's voice was timid, but it was like a young wolf biting his palm tightly, "You are going to fight for your life."

"I don't want to sit and wait for death. I want to go with you. I, I want to fight with you brother."

The man laughed, "Oh? Are you not afraid of death? You beat your stomach so hard that it was shattered with a bang."

The child shivered for a moment, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

The man was even more puzzled, "Then why do you still want to do this?"

The child whispered: "At least...I think...at least I can choose my way of death, right?"

"At least, when you are killed, you won't be pointed at the corpse and spit: Weak."

The man looked soft and said, "Ha, there are so many people who don't understand what a child knows."

Man: "But I tell you, you follow me like everyone else, and there is no preferential treatment for children and children here."

He said, his eyes swept over the only woman who followed him.

The woman said hoarsely, "Don't worry, I don't need you to treat it."

The man nodded, his big palm covering his dark red hood.

He casually fiddled with the child's head, "Do you understand?"

"Well, yes, big brother, don't worry, I know everything."

The man pulled the corner of his mouth, "It's better."

He turned his head and found a new opportunity.

He suddenly said, "Go!"

After saying that, he jumped up and jumped down from the broken wall, and ran forward under the cover of the broken wall. A dense sound of bullets and a cry of pain came from behind him. It was obvious that someone was hit.

I don't know if the child was injured.

This thought flashed through his mind but he still didn't look back and ran forward with all his heart.

He didn't know how many broken walls he jumped over and how many streets he ran over, and finally found a convenience store that had been bombarded with only one-third of the walls left.

He immediately rushed in, hid behind the overturned shelf, and looked around, looking for something to drink and eat.

Before he found the thing, he heard the chaotic footsteps.

Damn, it wasn't that the soldiers found this place so quickly, right?

He buried his head and hid himself, but secretly observed through the gaps in the iron rack.

Not long after, two people appeared in sight, a small figure supporting the limping figure.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully.

These two people are not others, they are the woman and the child who are following him.

Why are they the only ones who survived?

The two of them also saw this convenience store and immediately moved closer.

However, the two seemed to be a little more lucky than the man, and they found drinks and food as soon as they entered the door.

If you want to ask why, do you still need to ask?

He asked about the taste of the wine and meat that came over.

There is so much meat in this convenience store!

He searched everywhere again, but still found nothing.

Bah, God!

The man pressed his stomach and lying behind the airs staring at the two of them, like a cheetah foraging for food.

In the end, he couldn't help it and moved out carefully from behind the airs.
To be continued...