"Qua!"

A crow whine came from the sky, which seemed particularly sad in this desolate wilderness.

“Gu…”

As his abdomen wriggled, Chen Fei slowly opened his eyes.

Although I have recovered my consciousness, there are only some vague shadows in front of me, and a disgusting smell of fishy smell can be smelled in my nose.

It seemed like a flame was burning in my throat, and I wanted to speak but it was as painful as being cut by a blade.

His limbs were sore and numb, and something was pressing on his body. It seemed like he had to try his best to move a finger. He could only tilt his head slightly to see clearly what was going on.

The blurry shadows in front of him gradually became clear, but they made his hair stand up all over his body!

What appeared in front of him... was a skinny face!

This face was almost pressed against Chen Fei's face. The distance between the two was so close that it seemed that they could feel the other person's breathing!

breathe?

Chen Fei's mind suddenly turned blank!

He couldn't feel any other party's aura at all!

Dead, dead?!

He wanted to struggle, but could not feel the power of his hands. He pushed it a few times, and the body was just a little away.

Only then did he feel that his feet... seemed to be pressed underneath by something!

Cold, stiff, heavy, lifeless!

He suddenly didn't dare to turn his neck!

Because... he was afraid that he would see something even more terrifying!

-

Just when Chen Fei's heart was surging, he heard a voice coming from not far away:

"This...isn't it good, the head of the pavilion? This cannot be eaten, right?"

It was not the Cantonese or Mandarin that he was most familiar with, nor was it any dialect in his memory—Northeast dialect, Sichuan dialect, Henan dialect, Shanghai dialect, Hu Jian dialect... But his brain understood the meaning at the first time.

Then he heard another sigh:

"Then... what can we do?"

"How could I come here to dig a grain of corn if I can find it?"

Chen Fei could clearly feel that a layer of fine goose bumps suddenly exploded on his arm!

But at this moment, he smelled a faint... meat fragrance!

“Gu…”

Another sound of sound was made in the abdomen, and the meat smell seemed particularly tempting, but at this moment, Chen Fei just wanted to vomit!

“tmd!”

He subconsciously pushed hard, and the corpse on his body finally moved away, and the sunlight finally shot directly on him.

The strength slowly recovered, and Chen Fei sat up.

Without detailed observation, he realized that his current location was a mass grave!

There were scattered around them, as well as various simple swords, guns and sticks.

There were at least five or six corpses sitting under his butt!

There are at least hundreds of people who have accumulated in this mass grave!

Chen Fei's eyes finally fell on the source of the conversation just now, and the discomfort in his stomach became even stronger at this moment.

He saw three men sitting around a bonfire, one of whom was holding a sharp knife, cutting a piece of meat from the cooking pot, and then putting it into his mouth to swallow it!

But... Chen Fei looked at the "human" lying on the ground with his legs missing, and his face quickly turned pale.

A strange smell of flesh happened to float into his nose.

"vomit!"

Chen Fei could no longer bear it and opened his mouth suddenly, trying to vomit, but he retching a few times, but he only spit out a mouthful of sour water.

"who?"

“Who is there?!”

The three men jumped up at the same time, and their three faces were filled with fear and tension.

A man swallowed hard, his voice trembling:

"Brother Wang...they should be dead!"

The other person couldn't help but take a step back:

"Fraud, zombie!"

"Brother Wang" who was called by him also had a pale face:

“…How is this possible?!”

Chen Fei's body stiffened, slowly turned his head, and his eyes swept through them.

Is it a costume with the Y-shaped collar?

Are straw sandals under your feet that are so tattered that they are exposed?

What era drama is this?

He couldn't help but blink hard, but was shocked to find that a line of green handwriting was floating above the heads of the three men:

"Zhang Goudan,-38."

"Li Xiaoyan,-33."

"Wang Zhong,-21."

What is this again?!

While he was wondering, the man with "Wang Zhong-21" floating above his head plucked his courage to stretch out his right hand, pointed at Chen Fei with a quick bone knife, and then asked tremblingly:

"Are you... a human or a ghost?"

Looking at the bright bone-clearing knife, Chen Fei suddenly felt a chill on his back.

At this moment, a large amount of information suddenly surged into his mind, allowing him to get a slightly weird identity memory in one breath.

Now is... the third year of Chuping in the Han Dynasty.

Although with Chen Fei's historical level, he could not accurately remember what year was the first three years AD, but his own memory had clearly told him that the Han court in recent years had already become a mess!

Before the age of the year, Dong Zhuo was in chaos and the princes of Shandong raised troops to attack, with heavy casualties. Later, Dong Zhuo burned Luoyang and moved the capital to Chang'an, which brought extremely painful disasters to the people along the way!

Later, Dong Zhuo was assassinated by Lu Bu. The Xiliang Legion led by Li Jue and Guo Si started a melee in the Guanzhong area. Agricultural production was devastatingly damaged. In addition, God was not good this year, the wind was not smooth, the rain was not smooth, locusts and mice were rampant, the farmland around Chang'an was almost completely harvested, nine out of ten rooms were empty, hungry people were everywhere, and eating changed children... These idioms are not exaggerated at all!

Chen Fei's physical memory also clearly told him that he had been starved to death!

A person who starves to death should not have the strength, but perhaps because every novice will receive a big gift package, he felt that his strength was gradually recovering in his limbs.

"Zhang Goudan, Li Xiaoyan, Wang Zhong!"

Every time he read a person's name, the three people couldn't help but tremble.

Then…he saw that the numbers on their heads changed again:

"Zhang Goudan,-72."

"Li Xiaoyan,-58."

"Wang Zhong,-39."

Chen Fei thought of a possibility at the first time:

[Don't tell me, these numbers... are their fear of me?]

He couldn't help but feel excited:

[After traveling through time, I received a big gift package. From then on, with the help of the system, the gods blocked the gods and killed the Buddhas, conquered Cao Liusun during the day, and fought fiercely against Diao Chan and Qiao at night. Isn’t this... the system dad?

System Dad, are you talking?

Shouldn't you jingle and explain to me what functions does your system have?]

But he seemed to have thought too much, without a "ding" sound, and no sound appeared in his ears. All he could see was the slowly changing green numbers on the heads of the other three.

Among the three, Zhang Goudan was obviously the least courageous, and the number on his head jumped the fastest. As soon as Chen Fei walked out of the mountain of corpses, the -72 on his head had already turned into -99!

"Don't come here!!!"

Zhang Goudan let out a shrill scream. He wanted to retreat, but his legs were out of control. He fell to the ground on his back, and the legs were wet.

This was not the worst thing- Zhang Goudan's head hit the back of his head directly on a protruding stone, and he was bleeding on the spot!
To be continued...