The good harvest is good and the snow is heavy, and I hope my husband will return after the wheat is harvested.

"It's going to... fight again..."

An old man sat in the dusk and hammered his already bent back.

"Yesterday, the officers and soldiers told me that the village would recruit a few more male men..." He felt a little embarrassed, lowered his head and held his forehead, coughed twice, and in front of the gathered villagers, his voice became much deeper.

Perhaps because of his age, his voice should be the same.

He is the village chief, and an elderly father.

Everyone had a gloomy face and no longer involved in recruiting.

"Last year, during the war last year, two were released from Li Lao San's family...one was released from Zhang Lao Wu's family..."

The village chief was silent for a moment, raised his head and sighed slowly.

"This is the situation...whoever is the turn...who should be..."

He shook his head, but could only shake his head.

His lungs could not smoke anymore, so he really trembled heavily, sighed, hugged his thighs, and sat under the roots of the old tree at the entrance of the village.

"There are very few men in the village... they are all kids... they can't go out anymore..." The old lady beside him also held her forehead like him, looking at a dark cave under the roots of the tree. The black ants inside were moving the lost grain into the cave in an orderly manner.

"I can't get out..." The village chief echoed hoarsely, as if he had agreed with his old woman's words and lost his words, and could only sigh slowly: "I can't get out~"

"What's wrong with this world?"

A woman who was usually fierce was shouting in the silent crowd, as if she was still not sure about the situation, and she was shouting like a deaf and dumb.

"Shut up! The monster is here! The monster! It's a monster!"

In fact, within the protection of the empire, it is impossible for monster troops to invade here in this small village.

The woman who was shouting for monsters seemed to correct the fierce woman. Because the monsters came, they had to recruit soldiers and collect food and supply fronts, so the world became like this.

There are no monsters in the village.

Even if the monster is called, it is impossible for the monster to come from the battlefield thousands of miles away.

Come and slaughter humans.

Just like their sons, they will not come back because of the call of their mother, wife, son and daughter.

Neither will the soul.

"Monster...Monster..." The village chief shook his head and sighed. He seemed to have become a mute who could not speak, repeating other people's words.

"Each village needs to have two... Is it okay to borrow two from the next village?"

A woman raised a question. The women who held their boy tightly looked at her in unison. Everyone returned to silence in an instant and buried their heads.

They are like a group of geese that can no longer hold their heads up. They can only lift them up when they are slaughtering themselves, and then they pass.

"No one's son is not a son, no one's grandson is not a grandson... The village next door is almost the same as us... I can't borrow it..."

The village chief also noticed the ant hole under the tree roots, and slowly stepped on it with his feet. He gently touched the slashed rice grains mixed with the black ant blood. It was sticky, but unexpectedly clean.

"Then why are you recruiting troops?!"

Someone asked questions.

The children in the village are somewhat ignorant, only knowing that adults can have a companion to play with when they sit together.

Childhood is such a luxury.

If they were older and if the demon clan had not been driven away yet, then they would be just the dead souls under the sword of the brutal demon clan.

No one can give an answer, or even if someone gives an answer, he can only lead to the demon clan.

Monster... Monster...

A man-eating monster...

A monster that eats people and doesn't spit bones.

"Tomorrow...wait for the recruits to come..." The village chief hammered his thigh, and his beard trembled slightly because of his nose: "I have my own way, but really...but, at that time... you... don't go out to watch no matter what sound you hear."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the village looked up at him. The old man who was hanging down and leaning on the dead tree at the entrance of the village slowly touched his beard with his hands.

They didn't know what to say, only the crows in the distance called out, and the old cry was drooping under the setting sun.

The sunset shines on everyone's face, with doubts, surprises, despair, and silence...

Calling... Calling the soul of my hometown...

"Are you..." The old woman next to the village chief looked at the old eyes of the village chief and was about to say those words... but she could only stiffly jammed her throat and moved her eyes to the roots of the dead tree. The ants in the tree hole did not stop to mourn their companions because of a human foot. Mili slowly came to their cave under their transport.

Maybe this village will die.

Perhaps this dead tree will sprout again.

Perhaps, blood will splatter here.

Perhaps, there will be another high-rise building here.

The ants will lose their homes just because of a simple heavy rain.

They can't wait for the village to die.

They can't wait for the dead trees to sprout.

They can't wait for blood to splatter a hundred miles.

They can't wait for the tall buildings to be built here.

They lose everything and only need a heavy rain.

Heavy rain comes from the sky.

sky……

[Is some people really happy because they save the world without hesitation...?]

[Is some people really happy because they have ambitions and are willing to save the people with false responsibilities...?]

[Some people... will they really be content and enjoy being born like an ant and cannot turn over for the rest of their lives?]

[Some people... can really accept the ordinary stupidly and be crushed by the ruthless "Heaven"... and be happy?]

【Some people... can really...】

What can...

Humans... no!

Can people who are invisibly divided into social leaders and social screws by money and spiritual power really have a common language?

Can anyone really give an answer to such complex and macro propositions?

【I will do it – destroy them…】

[Let me... give them a...just reason for death...]

【I will do this "god""-]

【From my point of view… they are so painful…】

[This world always needs a... common enemy, so that everyone can... unite meaninglessly... only, there is contrast, harm, oppression, resistance...]

【There is destruction...there is a new life...】

[I am not a devil... and not a bastard who kills without blinking...]

【I am struggling dyingly... worm...】

[I will never... regard myself as a hypocrite.]

[Let them all come... face me...]

【Long feathered maple... Looking for the shadow of the wilderness... With the dragon...】

【The God of God…】

[We should also admire my great ambitions...]

【I am not a devil…】

[I am just such a question-answer who cannot speak the question.]

[I am not for money, resources, power, and my own life... and not for love...]

[I was born... to be the answerer of this question.]
Chapter completed!