Chapter 2:

Chu Qianxun lives in a pipe building with a back shape.
The building is very crowded with many residents, and each floor is divided into twenty or thirty small rooms, crowded with hundreds of people. The soundproofing effect is very poor, and you can hear everything upstairs and downstairs.
Chu Qianxun held a two-eared crock in one hand and firewood in the other. He bowed his head and put on the various clothes hanging in the corridor, and went into the communal kitchen covered in the courtyard.
The walls in the kitchen were blackened by smoke and a circle of earthen stoves were built around them. In this era, electricity has become an expensive resource. If you want to eat something warm, you can only cook with fire.
Chu Qian found an empty stove, skillfully boiled a small pot of water, broke a piece of beancake in his hand and threw it into the pot. This brown-yellow beancake is made from the residue left over from the juice of soybeans. It is hard and dry. It is hard to swallow without soaking in water. It has no nutrition. This kind of food was rejected by pigs in the golden age. , Now it has become a staple food for most people.
Chu Qianxun stirred the brown bean porridge in the pot, wondering how many magic seeds he had left.
Nowadays, the currency commonly used by human beings is a green crystal called the magic seed. Killing monsters in the wild can get magic seeds from their bodies. All saints with supernatural powers need to use magic seeds to improve their abilities, so the magic seeds become the only circulating goods besides food.
Although his body had not fully recovered, Chu Qianxun knew that he could no longer rest. She planned to wait for Gao Yan and the others to come back from this hunt, and then report to the team leader that she was going to participate in the next hunt.
The yellow-brown bean paste began to boil, and Chu Qianxun took a half-green and half-red tomato from his pocket.
She planted a few tomatoes in the earthen pot on her window sill. She didn't water them for a few days. Not only did she not die, but she also bore a half-ripe fruit, which made Chu Qianxun happy.
The two women on the stove opposite her watched with envy as she cut the precious vitamin-rich food horizontally and vertically, and threw all the belt stalks into the pot.
"Recently, I have to save some food and store more food." The woman said to her companion.
"It's not like that. Now that'human demon' Ye Peitian is in Beizhen, a few tens of kilometers away. Shen'ai has gathered dozens of masters around here and surrounded and suppressed them for a few days. Who knows what will happen in the end. Will it spread to Spring City? We little people should do more preparation."
"I heard that Ye Peitian is a pervert who kills people without blinking. I hope that the big guys can do more. This time, this devil can be really wiped out, so that we can go out hunting with peace of mind."
When the name Ye Peitian came, a man's face suddenly appeared in Chu Qianxun's mind. The man had a clean smile and held his hand with a red face in the dream world.
Chu Qianxun shook his head and dismissed the unrealistic ideas in his mind.
Don't think about it, it's just a dream. It's just a little life with your tail clamped, don't provoke those terrifying characters.
She poured out a pot of simmering dark dishes and walked towards the house with a crock pot.
Just walked to the door, a few saints separated from the crowd and walked into Chu Qianxun's next door with a man covered in blood.
"What's the matter?" Chu Qianxun put down the food in his hand and hurried over.
Gao Yan was lying on the bed, her face pale, her delicate eyebrows were tightly twisted together, her abdomen was bitten by some kind of giant creature, and most of her body at the waist was missing. Red blood oozes from the bandage that was randomly tied on her body, and instantly stained the entire bed sheet.
She is still alive, but not far from death. Even a saint whose recovery ability is much better than that of ordinary people can't survive such a serious injury.
The men who sent Gao Yan back to Chu Qianxun knew him, and one of them was Wang Dazhi, the captain of Chu Qianxun's team.
Wang Dazhi and others watched Gao Yan on the bed and shook his head. He was not prepared to do more.
As a teammate, in this era of death every day, it is interesting enough to bring her back and let her die at home.
"Before you were in a coma and Yanzi had taken care of you. You looked at her and waited for someone to leave before calling us to help." Wang Dazhi patted Chu Qianxun on the shoulder, preparing to lead the person away.
"Wait a minute." Chu Qianxun stopped them, "Please healer, captain, can you please help and invite a healer over."
Wang Dazhi was a little surprised. On weekdays, he didn't see that the relationship between Chu Qianxun and Gao Yan was so good.
The saints who have the ability to heal are called healers. High-level healers are a very popular profession in this era. It is costly to invite them to come. No one would be willing to waste this money for a dying person who has been irretrievable.
The healer invited was a tall and thin middle-aged woman. She glanced at Gao Yan in a pool of blood, turned and left.
"I'm already dead, and I still call me what to do."
"Please do your best," Chu Qianxun held her, "As long as the bleeding is stopped, it can last a few days."
She respectfully passed the bag of magic seeds in her hand. The female saint picked up the bag in her hand and snorted, her hands lit up with a white light, shining on the huge wound on Gao Yan's waist.
The people in the house retreated,
Chu Qianxun changed Gao Yan's bed sheet, looked at her face, and sat silently beside her bed in a daze.
Gao Yan's face was pale with cold sweat on her head, but she was still sober. She turned her face away and did not look at Chu Qianxun by the bed.
"Inside the electric fan." Gao Yan's voice came from the back of her head.
Chu Qianxun didn't react for a moment. "what did you say?"
"The base of the electric fan, open it." Gao Yan said lightly again.
Chu Qianxun turned over the small rusty electric fan that was missing in the corner of her room.
After disassembling the base, there was a bag that was wrapped in layers. When I opened the bag, it was all magic seeds.
"It's cheaper, take it." Gao Yan said, "Sooner or later, there will be such a day, such a world, my old lady is also tired of living."
Chu Qianxun looked at the bag for a while, then closed the green-lighted bag.
"No, you are waiting for me. I still have a chance. I will go to Beizhen. Go and buy medicine to save you."
In this world ruled by major religions, there is a huge religious organization called God Love. It used to produce a potion that could kill the flesh and bones of the dead. It was said that this was a gift given by God to save the world, so it was named Holy Blood.
But Chu Qianxun knew how filthy and cruel the truth behind this glorious and holy myth was.
If what you see in the dream is true, then the so-called holy blood is in fact only the flesh and blood of the human demon Ye Peitian.
In the early days of the advent of the Demon Seed, the God Love Organization, which was still a small pharmaceutical group, found Ye Peitian who was seriously injured in a closed warehouse. He accidentally learned that the flesh and blood of Ye Peitian, who was an immortal, had a different recovery ability . These seemingly charitable church personnel cruelly imprisoned Ye Peitian, who was still very weak at the time, and used his immortality characteristics to repeatedly extract his flesh and blood, make the magic medicine and holy blood, and declare to the outside world that it is a god-given thing. Believers, expand their power wildly.
There is no holy blood on the market now, but Beizhen, where the heavy research institute of God’s love is located, still has the opportunity to buy one or two holy blood at high prices on the black market. Chu Qianxun wants to give Gao Yan a try.

There is a frosty moon in the sky,
Under the moonlight, there is a battlefield covered by yellow sand.
Almost all the saints on this battlefield had regrets in their hearts at this moment. They had been fighting for three full days, and they had died without knowing how many comrades in arms, and they had almost exhausted their abilities. But the man still stood in the yellow sand in the sky, as if he could never kill or fall.
Blood-red sand lingers around him, walking step by step.
The evil spirits under the moonlit night, Shura in hell, are horrifying.
An almost invisible transparent spider silk stuck to the advancing human demon's hand, and the human demon's silent eyes rolled and stopped.
In an instant, countless silver chains appeared along the thin, seemingly fragile spider silk, tightly wrapped around Ye Peitian's hands, and hung him in the air.
"Catch it, I caught him!" The saint who successfully used the special ability to sneak attack was ecstatic, "Quick, everyone, go! Cut off his legs first."
Ye Peitian raised his slender eyebrows, but this bound man seemed to have seen something interesting that made him happy, and his wanton laughter was heard in the dust of the sky.
The yellow sand rolled in the air, wrapped around his arms and chopped his own arms for life.
The freed devil emerged from the dust in the sky and rushed to the enemy who encircled him.
The attacker in the distance turned around and ran, the blood-red sand scattered in the air, condensed into a pair of giant palms and chased him up, grabbing him.
Accompanied by the harsh screams, waters flowed from the gaps in the sand.
"Devil... Devil." The fighting spirit of the saints who encircled the people and demons finally collapsed and began to turn around and escape.
The battlefield that had been fighting for three days and nights returned to peace.
The sand dunes covering a few miles have become the graves of those greedy.
The cold moon is clear, the night breeze is blowing, and on the dead sand dunes, corpses are everywhere, blood flowing into rivers,
A broken human demon, lying in the blood sea of ​​Shishan, with his eyes open, quietly looking at the full moon in the sky. His arms were broken, he was exhausted, his body was wounded, and he had lost his ability to move. At this time, even if a kid with a knife comes here, he can cut off his head.
But he didn't care. To live was torture him, and death was what he couldn't ask for.
"It's so boring, I can't die. Is this God's punishment for a human being like me?" He cracked the corner of his mouth and laughed silently.
Look, the floor is full of his blood, his remains. This is what those people rushing up like locusts want to snatch.
Although he Ye Peitian lived a lifeless life, he just wanted to mix the things that people rushed into the yellow sand for nothing and bury it deep in the ground, and he didn't want to take advantage of those virtuous and mean people in vain.
The full moon in the night sky was gradually covered by clouds, and Ye Peitian's face dimmed.
He is a notorious murderous madman, he is so fierce that everyone is afraid of hearing it.
No one knows that he has a ridiculous weakness. He, a fearsome monster, is afraid of darkness.
In the early days of the Demon Seed's advent, he had been locked in the boundless darkness for three months. Since then, no matter how strong he became, he could not get rid of the extreme fear of darkness in his heart.
He couldn't help but pray from the bottom of his heart that the moonlight would not disappear. But he knew it was useless. No one or anything in this world seemed to be able to respond to his prayers.
In fact, he is accustomed to coping with fear. Numerous experiences have taught him that the only way to face pain is to endure-whether he can bear it or not.
The last gleam of the bright moon is about to disappear. The darkness turned into a cold hand and began to crawl up along his skin. It would soon cover his nose and mouth, grab his heart, and drag him into a world that cannot breathe. in.
There was a small noise in the jungle on the edge of the dunes.
Ye Peitian's eyes turned, and at the edge of the dark forest, a small group of firelight lit up, and the orange-yellow firelight illuminated a small face, and that face was looking toward this side intently.