Cheng Shuang gently placed the sleeping child in her arms under the tree, covered him with a thin white sheet, and solemnly apologized to him.

Then, she walked over to the boy who was lying slumped in front of the tree, bleeding from half of his body. She squatted down and checked his breathing.

The fever persisted, but the person was still alive.

Time is uncontrollable and irreversible, so if we simply let the butterfly flap its wings a little longer, will it create a butterfly effect as time flies by?

To avoid running out of time, the girl quickly took out anti-inflammatory and antipyretic medicine and rudely stuffed them into the boy's mouth at the same time, and then sprayed alcohol on his injured area.

Finally, the boy woke up in excruciating pain.

He had lost too much blood, and his fever wouldn't go down immediately. He felt dizzy and disoriented. He vaguely smelled a strange odor and saw a goddess with a small, round face smiling at him and putting a small, round, white, tablet-like object (anti-inflammatory medicine) into his hand.

In Cheng Shuang's view, the moment the boy opened his eyes, everything seemed to accelerate.

She witnessed firsthand the rapid passage of time and the dramatic changes that had taken place.

If she hadn't experienced growing up quickly in the world of Mr. Vampire movies, she probably would have been flustered and uneasy. But now, Cheng Shuang simply stood calmly in place, letting countless dazzling scenes come and go around her.

At some point, human tribes gradually expanded, and the boy who had once been wounded in the thigh by wild beasts became the chieftain. He expanded the territory and further perfected the totem of the gods.

When Cheng Shuang looked at the simple relief of the animal face on the wood carving being meticulously carved into a round sphere, she felt quite unwell.

Especially when she saw the grown-up boy holding up the anti-inflammatory pills, which were already showing signs of melting on all four sides, with a solemn and admiring expression, accepting the kneeling salute of the entire tribe, the little girl couldn't help but slap her head.

It was just a matter of saying one sentence; why didn't you give her time to explain? That's food, food, not something to be displayed.

If we're not talking about a generation gap every three years, the generation gap between them is practically as wide as the Mariana Trench.

Time flew by, tribes rose and fell, and human civilization developed in this small area, though slower than in the outside world, it was relatively harmonious and beautiful.

In the pursuit of survival and development, humans and animals will inevitably experience bloodshed and conflict, but overall, no one will be truly extinct.

Occasionally, besides being well-fed and watered, one can also see scenes of humans and animals living in peace.

Soon after, cities were built, lords appeared, and social classes, religions, and deities reached a state of harmony.

But one day, the upper class, accustomed to pleasure, began to consciously promote the number of slaves, resulting in a population explosion and the oppressed slaves rising up.

When war came, the animals caught in the crossfire sought refuge in the sacred central point where the gods slumbered. Also striving for survival, some risked venturing into this holy land, only to perish silently. Others ventured outwards, discovering a far more developed and prosperous world beyond.

As civilization progressed rapidly, electricity and light emerged from darkness. Humans, seated inside humming steel monsters, could run at speeds comparable to the fleeting glimpses of a god.

In a world that moves at breakneck speed, those who venture out into the world, like all humankind, forget their hometowns, forget their gods, and forget the simple, honest selves they once were.

They were lost.

Unfortunately, the outside world wasn't as wonderful as I had imagined.

As the sea becomes increasingly murky, the space available for survival shrinks, and war becomes the norm. When survival and power collide, the poor at the bottom never receive the reward of survival, while the wealthy and powerful at the top never lack food or clothing.

The land is no longer used for cultivation, and the population is no longer increased for the sake of social development.

The encounter between a man and a woman often turns into a battlefield.

Amidst the chaos of war, everything fell into disarray.

At this moment, gray granular rain began to fall from the sky, starting in small areas. If humans or animals came into contact with it, they would suddenly develop a strange illness.

Eventually, even plants and buildings were not spared.

The infection gradually spread.

Cheng Shuang ventured deep inside and was awestruck by the sight. She cautiously had the bear cub activate the protective shield. She was outside of time, yet within it, and could not afford to be careless in the slightest.

Those who leave their hometowns remember ancient myths that are almost lost. They struggle to survive and begin to search for the places they once forgot about, the places blessed by the gods.

In the last moments before everything was about to be devoured, they returned home as they wished, but they brought the virus with them.

It was as if a crack had been opened, and the crack gradually widened, and a gray, granular rain began to fall on this once pristine land.

No one was spared.

The green mountain was covered with gray particles, which it was forced to devour. All the trees sprouted hideous, withered branches, and all the animals that lived on the mountain twisted their bodies and howled in agony.

Cheng Shuang turned around abruptly, and the little boy who had been sleeping peacefully at the foot of the green mountain woke up. He opened his purple eyes, and for a moment, the two looked at each other. The scenes of time flowing by seemed to stop abruptly, and then sped up rapidly in the next second.

The little boy clutched the white sheet draped over his body tightly, his eyes red with anger. Seeing everything he should have known had changed, he threw his head back and let out a deafening roar like a wild beast.

The heavens and earth trembled, and the green mountains arched up a spine, gradually stretching out hoof-shaped hind limbs, human-like arms, sharp tiger teeth hidden under the armpits, and eyes on a human face with only purple pupils.

This is not a green mountain, but a sleeping Taotie. The moment it awakens, a fierce wind rises, and all things in heaven and earth are swept up by the wind and flown to its front, becoming its sustenance.

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