The number of humans is less than ten million, concentrated in a corner of the western land of the plane.

Most areas of this marginal plane are a desolate place, shrouded in black fog all year round, and few living creatures can set foot in it.

Heicheng Country, Lugui Village.

The village occupies an area of ​​more than ten miles in radius, but has a population of less than a thousand people.

To be exact, there were only nine hundred and ninety-nine people.

Bai Xiaozhen opened his eyes and looked out the window at the dim sky. It seemed as if there were some flames burning. His nose twitched slightly, and all he could smell was the same turbid air as before. His head couldn't help but feel dizzy.

Squeak——

A dilapidated wooden door not far away was pushed open, and a slightly hunched figure walked in.

She was an old woman with white hair, an old face, and wrinkles all over her face that were almost squeezed into a ball.

She was holding a dim oil lamp in her hand, her vision was so cloudy and squinted that she could only see the blurry petite figure beside the bed.

The old woman called softly, "Xiaozhen, are you awake? You've come to our house to pick fruits again today. The villagers are waiting for you to gather at the village entrance!"

"Okay, mother." Bai Xiaozhen turned over and climbed up from the hard wooden bed, with a slight numbness on her face. "I'll go right away."

Her mother was not actually an old woman, in fact, she was only about thirty years old.

It’s just that most of the villagers living in Lugui Village age faster than those in other villages.

Even the children grow faster than those in other villages.

Bai Xiaozhen looks like a girl of seventeen or eighteen, but in fact she is only six years old this year.