Chapter 1: Through the seizure (1)

Xianyang Volume One, Seventeen pages, Cloud: Three Thousand Worlds: One, Little Thousand Worlds. 2. Zhongqian World. Three, the great world. It is said that the one day and the moon are shining, and the name is one world.

Mu Ge didn't know how many worlds there were in the universe. She only knew that she died and her body exploded to pieces. But when her consciousness recovered, she felt a dull, dark, crowded space surrounded by blood...
Linchuan, the name of this continent.
The fine sand rolled over, and above the wasteland, the ravine made by the knife and axe was filled with bright red blood.
The light of blood encroached on the gray sky, and the blazing sun was enveloped in blood, blocking its scorching heat.
Countless corpses in battle armor lay silently, intertwined with the yellow sand of the earth. Or, the moment they disappeared, they had already become part of this wasteland.
Suddenly, a corpse piled up like a hill moved slightly.
In the crevice, a hand that was infested with blood and filled with dirt between the nails, struggling to stretch out, weird and terrifying!
That hand, exposed outside the corpse mountain, was blown by the cold wind, and couldn't help but tremble slightly.
After a few moments, the blood-stained hand slammed away the corpse within reach. Gradually, the gap became wider and wider.
"call--!"
A muffled voice faintly came from the gap.
That voice seemed to be a feeling that was finally released, and it seemed to be forbearing from the pain of the bone.
On the corpse mountain, in the artificially enlarged gap, once again stretched out a blood-stained hand. The two hands kept working like a machine, and finally, finally, the gap where one hand could barely be stretched out had been widened to accommodate the next person.
The corpses that were originally piled up high slid all around and merged into the sea of ​​corpses.
"Cough..." He took a greedily breath of the outside air, but it caused a violent cough in his chest.
A thin and petite body with curled legs, sitting in the ‘cave’ cut out by him, with his back leaning on the corpse, looking up at the blood sun on the sky.
The black, red, blood and dirt blocked her appearance, only a pair of clear and transparent eyes appeared, as if they had seen everything in the world.
She was silent, the original red, flame-like battle robe was already worn out and lost its original glory.
Leaning on the corpse, blood and corruption surrounded the tip of his nose. She didn't feel the slightest discomfort, as if she had been used to it. She was motionless, if it weren't for those clear eyes with anger, she would probably be no different from the corpses around.
‘I’m dead and alive again? ’
"Hey~!" An imperceptible snort of disdain, overflowing from her nose. She lifted her hands that were so dirty that she couldn't get into her eyes, and she stroked the dry hair that was infested with blood in front of her forehead very coolly.
In this situation, this kind of action, if someone else does it, I am afraid it will only make people feel terrible, disgusting, and disgusting. However, she did it, but it was so pleasing to the eye and charming.
Disdain, dissipated around.
There was a faint sadness in those clear eyes.
However, after a short while, there was no trace.
Yes, she came back from the dead.
Death is nothing but an old-fashioned but story of loyalty and betrayal.
In previous lives, some people described her as dazzling as a moon, with stars as companions? Perhaps it was this reason that led to her final ending. Human jealousy can ruin a world when it becomes crazy.
At this moment, the only thing she knew clearly was that she was still alive. She was able to breathe freely and could feel the blood flowing in her limbs.