[The bandit's boldness seriously injured you, and the horse threw you who was dying outside this broken building. After you crawled into the house, you almost used up your last strength.]

The wanderer woke up while sitting against the wall. This passage of lyrics appeared in his mind, as if it was a memory, or as if it was an explanation of the reality.

He heard the thunder, and the sound was like the dull roar of a griffin beast when he was hungry, and various rain scenes appeared in his memory, passing by like a revolving lantern.

Heavy rain will pour the three sailboats on the sea thoroughly, ghouls will look for broken limbs in the mud, and refugees should raise bonfires to hide in some mountain valley...

"But I'm going to die."

As he thought so, his eyelids began to be heavy, but the handwriting was still clearly presented in front of him.

[Someone heard the movement and found it along your blood marks.]

The gaze gradually became clear again, and there were shadows lying on the door in the night. Such a body might be a rogue or a banshee.

But the shadow is very thin, so it should be humans - refugees who live in no fixed place often live in such ruins.

The other party just waited and disappeared from sight. Before he fell asleep, he came back and had an extra round object on his hand.

Stone? Or iron.

The other party hesitated for a long time, and the cat lowered his waist and almost crawled and leaned over, his thin body shaking.

【Not all tremors are caused by cold, excessive consumption of human flesh can lead to Kurudis.】

The thoughts in my mind were updated, and the dead wanderer couldn't tell whether this was his own thoughts or some explanation.

[The other party doesn't know that there is a rolled-blade dagger under you, and the serious injury makes you fall into a coma. At this last moment, you can do nothing or, swing the last blow.]

He held his hand almost numb, and it was indeed a short handle wrapped in a rotten cloth, and his body remained motionless.

The shadow gradually approached, blocking away the already thin light. The darkness was infinitely amplified in his world, and only the updated font was still clear.

【Before the next thunder, you must make your choice.】

Almost at the same time, the pale light shone in from the collapsed wall gap, and he finally saw the figure close to him clearly - a panicked woman with moist eyes and a terrified expression, mud and weeds on her malnourished face.

The light of lightning flew in a flash, and the surroundings fell into darkness again, falling into nothingness as if they closed their eyes.

He let go of the knife-shaking hand.

This is not because of useless kindness, but because his body cannot cut off human flesh even if he fights against the other party, although he has never done such a thing.

At least not in memory.

The thunder that declared fate came late, and the pine needle-like water curtain fell at this moment.

The wanderer thought randomly and accepted the sleepiness that swept through him like accepting his fate.

Tonight, it was raining heavily.

...

[You are still alive, and your consciousness returns to this body, rather than rushing into the embrace of the soul-catching witch.]

The numb body could not feel the passage of time. He didn't know how long it had passed. He just saw the strange and familiar Nian Bai when his thoughts were gathering.

Also, a warm and humid feeling came from the lips, and some slightly hot paste stuffed into your mouth, followed by cool rain pouring into your throat.

He swallowed, like a gambler in a bargaining red eyes to catch the copper coins with wolf heads and bloody silver pythons.

A sense of fulfillment came from the chest, and the pain symbolizing survival.

The rain cleans the world filled with swords and strange things, like a waterwheel in Tianbian Mill, and the lightning is accompanied by a dull sound like a pile driving.

The broken building was very wet, and in the dark room, he woke up with his eyes closed and felt the care of another person for himself.

A small puddle formed in the gap, and more rain splashed and fell on the wanderer's eyelids, making him frown.

The other party felt his awakening, and staggered to one side, and the pasty food fell on his firm and hard blood-stained chest.

"What a pity."

The wanderer thought so and struggled to open his heavy eyelids.

The muffled thunder briefly lit up the world in the pouring sound of rain. He saw the trembling stranger beside him. At the same time, something even stranger clearly appeared in front of him.

【The Hungry and Cold Refugee Girl】

【Attitude: Panic】

【Experience: Simple Survival】

[Monologue: The monsters outside the house are so terrible. Will strangers hurt me?]

She was wearing a gray and patched peasant dress, holding a curled dagger in her hand, and didn't know that the crappy movements and wrong way of holding the knife were all visible to the wanderers.

Perhaps he was fed something, and he was seriously injured and had the strength to hold himself up and sit down.

He lowered his head, and a note appeared on the knife wound on his chest.

【Heavy Weapon Knife Injury (Simple Bandage)】

He gritted his teeth and lifted a corner of the village girl's headscarf. The terrifying scar was treated carelessly, which was also the reason why he could survive.

"Thank you."

When the room lit up again, the corners of the girl's eyes were shining with silver.

"Don't hold it on the knot, otherwise you will remove your weak hands before stabbing into someone else's body."

The wanderer looked at the other party and found that the information was changed.

【Attitude: Stay alert】

The wanderer thought seriously at this time. At first he thought the dialog box was an illusion of death, but what exactly was this, some strange trick or a curse?

The items on his body were taken out when he bandaged the wound, and there was a secret art box for ignition - in fact, it was just a product of alchemy and a little gunpowder.

"Outside, there are ghouls outside, don't make fire."

"The heavy rain will wash away the blood outside, and they will not find it here for the time being. At dawn, ghouls will shrink under the woods and wooden bridges."

The wanderer explained this and directed her to operate, and a bunch of small fires rose.

The girl is not stupid, and she meets the specialty of [simple survival] in the message.

After the flames lit up, hope filled the room. During the rainy night, warmth and light provided people with support far more than simple weapons.

Because of this, the girl's attitude changed to [Micro Trust] again.

She moved the broken pot with rainwater, took out the cloth bag placed in the inner pocket, and shook a small amount of wheat grains from it. It was very rough and even tiny straw, which was obviously taken from the remains of the roadside fields.

There is very little wood in the house that can maintain the light of fire, and it is really difficult to cook things. They can only chew the minimalist dry food and then send it to the toilet with rainwater.

This familiar taste made the wanderer understand that when he was in a coma, the girl feeds herself with the chewed food.

"Sir, what's your name?"

The refugee girl finally had the courage to ask.

"I……"

Headache.

A headache beyond the chest injury.

He gritted his teeth, his blue veins revealed, feeling the tearing and blending soul, a heavy shadow appeared in front of him, his palms were getting bigger and smaller, and his mind was constantly stuffed with messy pictures.

The cliff of Youtonglong is intertwined with the desk where the computer is placed; the golden crow coins and wallets are mixed together; the horses passing through the mainland suddenly become cars on the asphalt road...

The pronunciation in my mind kept changing the various languages ​​on Kundia continent, as well as some familiar cube characters.

In any case, in the severe pain, he could clearly understand the meaning of this pronunciation.
Chapter completed!