Autumn, the twenty-seventh year of Guangxu's reign.
Guangdong Province, thirty miles outside Renjia Town, Qingfengling.
The continuous autumn rain has been falling for half a month, and the mountain roads are muddy. The withered yellow leaves are soaked in mud and water, making a muffled sound when stepped on. A child of about seven or eight years old was trekking on the mountain road with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
His name was Lin Mo, and the patched coarse cloth jacket he wore had already been soaked by the rain. It clung tightly to his thin body, outlining the outline of his slightly slender but unusually well-proportioned bones. The child's cheeks were white from the cold, and his lips were chapped and peeled, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, and the dark pupils seemed to contain two clear springs. Even on this gloomy rainy day, there was a calmness and clarity that did not belong to this age.
"Ahem..." A gust of cold wind blew raindrops into his collar. Lin Mo couldn't help coughing twice, and his young shoulders shrank slightly. He raised his head and looked at the forest shrouded in rain in front of him, frowning slightly.
Three days ago, his village encountered a strange plague. Overnight, dozens of people in the village died violently. Their death was hideous, their faces were black and black, and black blood even oozed from their seven orifices. Only he survived the disaster. It's not that he has a special constitution,
