Since Luo Yin left Zhao Ping'an's house, he has crossed mountains, crossed plains, crossed rivers, and watched autumn go to winter solstice, and winter passed away and spring came. As the weather slowly warms up, everything recovers, flowers bloom, and butterflies and bees flutter across the flowers.

After coming to the eastern part of the Chu State, Luo Yin found that this should have been a prosperous and anointed land, but it showed an untimely depression.

I saw this fairyland in the south of the Yangtze River, but it was uninhabited for thousands of miles, and there were white bones everywhere. There was no one in the houses, only the sound of crows and ghosts.

He walked through village after village, over town after town, and found nothing but a scene of desolation and ruin. He had been walking here for more than half a month, but he hadn't seen a single figure.

On this day, Luo Yin walked on the silent and uninhabited official road, listening to the miserable insects on the roadside, and looking at the white bones on the roadside. He didn't know what was going on here, was it war, plague or natural disaster?

He had already eaten all the dry food he was carrying, and for the past ten days he had only survived on the animals caught from time to time on the way and the crops left in the fields, and now he could not find even a little food for the past three or four days.

He was very hungry, very hungry, and he walked slowly on the official road after not eating a little food for several days.

This feeling of hunger is so familiar and terrifying, he has always felt that hunger is the most painful torture besides death, and what is even more crazy than hunger is facing starvation to death all the time.

As he walked, he couldn't help but think of the great drought he encountered when he first crossed into this world. It's really uninhabited, and there is hunger everywhere. He tasted hunger and the bitterness of the world in that escape.

He never imagined that he would have the opportunity to encounter such a situation again in this life, the familiar feeling of hunger made him feel terrified, and the hunger in his belly also reminded him of the suffering of the past.

After walking for a long time, on the official road, he saw that there seemed to be a post station in front of him, and in the distance, he could see the flag with the post word written on it fluttering in the wind above the house.

He looked at it expressionlessly, not at all surprised or excited, because he had seen many such stations along the way.

When he came across the first inn in this deserted place, his heart beat faster with excitement, and he thought that he had found a trace of life in this place again. But when he ran to the gate of the inn, he found only an empty room filled with dead silence.

Since then, he has encountered one such post station after another, and his mood has changed from full of hope, to despair, to now numb and undisturbed.

When he reached the door of this inn, he found that it was indeed the same as the other inns he had seen before, the gate was open and empty.

But he went in anyway, because he wanted to go to the inn and maybe find even a little food in it. He was too hungry to let go of even the slightest possibility.

He walked into the inn and found something different in the lobby from the others. The lobby of the inn was littered with a dozen white bones, either at the door, in the corner, under the table, or behind the counter, and the ground was littered with blood stains that had turned black.

This discovery made him feel a chill, but it also swelled up with a little hope. Because there was nothing in the post stations he encountered along the way. There was no food, no people, not even a single skeleton to be found.

He no longer glanced at the bones, but went straight to the kitchen of the inn at the first place, and if there was food, the most likely place was there. But when he rummaged through the cabinets and everything, he found only some food that had been completely spoiled in the steamer, in the stove, and in the pots and pans.

This discovery, instead of frustrating him, showed a happy look.

"There is still spoiled and corrupted food in this station, which is completely different from the other stations I encountered along the way, and there is not even a single food to be found in those stations, let alone put the corrupted ones. There must still be food in this station, and there must be food that has not been broken. ”

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Warehouse, by the way, there must be something in the warehouse!"

The thought seemed to give him infinite motivation, and he changed his appearance from being weak and weak, and with a kind of agility that a man who had been hungry for a few days should not have, he quickly searched for the location of the storehouse in this station.

This sudden hope gave him endless motivation in the midst of extreme hunger.

He searched everywhere in the inn, searching everywhere carefully, and finally found a gate with a large lock in the backyard.

"The gate is still locked, there must be something inside, it is very likely to be the storehouse of the inn, we have to find a way to smash it open. ”

He remembered a sledgehammer he had just seen in the front room, and that was the best way to open the door. So he turned and returned to the room in front of him, found the sledgehammer, and carried it to the locked door.

Bang bang, bang bang echoed through the empty courtyard, and after a few clicks only a clanging sound was heard, and the big lock was smashed open and fell to the ground.

He threw away the sledgehammer in his hand, pressed his hand against the door, and pushed it hard, and the door opened with a creak.

A slightly musty smell came into Luo Yin's mouth and nose, causing him to sneeze several times. But he didn't care about any of this, and looked into the room by the light that came through the doorway. I saw bags of things piled up in the room, and strips of cured meat, sausages and ham hung on the beams......

"Hahahaha, I finally have something to eat, the sky is endless!"

Luo Yin looked at these things, and burst into tears, it has been four or five days, he has been hungry for four or five days, and he finally found something to eat. If you starve for two more days, you will become a starvation on the side of the road.

He hurriedly stepped forward and opened the bags in the room one by one, only to see that the bags were filled with piles of white rice. He scooped it up with his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and gently licked it with his tongue. The smell of food made him fascinated.

He found a wooden basin in the storeroom, scooped out most of the tub of rice from the bag, plucked a hanging strip of cured meat, and ran at a galloping speed towards the kitchen in the front yard.

People who are extremely hungry can always burst out with amazing potential and strength in front of food.

When he got to the kitchen, he put down the rice and cured meat, found a bucket, and ran to a well in the backyard to fetch a bucket of water. After a little scrubbing of the iron pot in the kitchen that had not been used for a long time, I poured water and rice into the pot, and cut off a dozen pieces of cured meat with a knife and put it in.

There was also some firewood and hay under the stove, which saved him the trouble of looking for firewood. Ignited the hay with flint, lit the firewood with hay, and watched the flames blaze in the stove, Luo Yin's face showed indescribable joy.

As the flame burned, the aroma gradually came out of the pot, which was only a faint aroma of food at first, but gradually became more and more intense, and was also mixed with the aroma of cured meat.

The enchanting scent made his stomach even hungrier, and he almost couldn't resist lifting the lid and scooping a bowl to eat. But he knew that it was not yet time, so he could only forcibly endure this impulse with his will.

Time passed slowly, and it felt almost over, and he lifted the lid of the pot, looking at the rice tumbling in the pot, and his saliva was about to drip down.

He understands his current condition, he has not eaten for many days, and his stomach has shrunk due to the extreme lack of food, so he can't eat dry rice directly now, otherwise it will hurt his stomach. At the same time, because of extreme hunger, it is difficult to grasp the amount of food, and if you are not careful, you may eat too much and burst your shrinking stomach.

On the way to escape the famine, he had seen several hungry people who had died of sudden eating too much food, so he chose to boil porridge. For people who have been hungry for many days, white rice porridge is the best food to eat after being hungry for too long.

The rice in the pot gradually became thicker, and the aroma made him salivate even more. Seeing that the porridge was almost ready, he turned around and took out a large bowl and a spoon from the cupboard.

"It's time to eat, and finally there's something to eat, and I'm starving. He shouted cheerfully.

Just as he was about to scoop a bowl of the big bowl and feast, the air in the room suddenly became cold. He only felt a gust of wind blowing, turning the somewhat stuffy kitchen into a cold winter.

The yin wind blew into his thin clothes, freezing him to the point that his whole body began to stiffen a little in the cold. He saw his exhaled breath turn into a white mist, as if he were outside on a winter day.

"It's miserable, what's going to come out again, and I don't want people to have a good meal!"

This kind of cold is too familiar, he has been attacked and tortured by the cold by Luo Shi's side for many days, and he deeply understands that this cold represents an abnormality, and it means that there are demons and monsters in this place.

It's just that the cold on Luo Shi's body is a kind of ice and snow cold, which is completely different from what he feels now, and the current cold is a dark cold that penetrates into his heart.

Just as fear grew in his heart, he suddenly felt a cold breath blowing on the back of his neck, as if someone was blowing in the back of his neck.

Something behind him! He could feel the thing staring at him from behind him, sending chills all over his body.

He jerked his head away, his eyes wide open and looking behind him. Just one glance, a wave of fear and nausea filled his heart.

It was a ghost, a female ghost.

The female ghost had long hair that dragged to the ground, covering most of her face in a messy way. Her face was pale, with a disgusting white that only a corpse had been soaked in water for a long time. At the same time, his eyes were prominent, glowing with blood-colored red light, staring at Luo Yin's eyes tightly.

"Whatever it takes, eat first, and then talk about it after eating, even if you want to die, you can't be a starving ghost!"

His eyes glowed green with extreme hunger in his belly, and he just wanted to eat first at this time, what a female ghost, compared to being hungry, was nothing!

All he had in his eyes was the bowl of fragrant white rice porridge at this time, and he didn't care about anything else.

He turned his head back, lifted the large bowl in his hand and reached into the pot, scooped out a large bowl of porridge, and ate it like a hungry ghost reincarnated, ignoring that there was a life-seeking demon behind him.

"This eerie ghost aura has made my white rice porridge cold!" The first bite of white rice porridge went down to my stomach, and I didn't feel the expected heat in my mouth, but with a hint of coolness.

And just as he was gulping down the white rice porridge, a pair of cold hands reached out from behind him and grabbed his neck......