On the mountain of silent corpses, the cry of a baby broke through the air. Under her body were countless warm corpses, piled on top of each other.
Babies are thirsty to drink blood and hungry to eat broken limbs and carrion. When they don't know the word "live", the little life has already made an instinctive choice.
The cold wind blows by, the black crows jump for joy, the barren mountains smile, and the green mountains bend down to welcome the new life.
"What does this feel like?" The girl asked curiously, holding the bowl filled with blood.
"Warm."
The girl was silent for a while and then asked: "Where do I come from?"
Low and rapid sighs sounded, and then he took unsteady breaths and answered her solemnly: "Born in a mountain of corpses."
"Are the mountains elsewhere as beautiful?"
This time, no one answered her. The blood in the bowl cooled down, and she drank it without leaking a drop.
Note: It is a long story with an ancient Chinese background. The heroine is a human being. The dungeons include farming, palaces, rivers and lakes, the underworld, etc. If you feel unwell, please run away immediately.
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Concept: distant mountains
