Spring comes to the desperate place

Song Chunlin was awakened by a burst of crying. He frowned and moved his head, and then he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Song Chunlin was stunned. He thought, hadn't he already exploded and died without a complete body? Why could he still feel pain now?

Just when he was puzzled, he heard a woman's crying voice: "My son is not dead, he is still breathing, he is not dead..."

The woman kept repeating these two sentences. People around her were trying to persuade her to let the child go, but the woman refused to do so and kept saying that her child was not dead yet.

The old woman next to him couldn't help but sigh: "Chunsheng's mother, Chunlin is so badly injured. If he was in the village, it would be fine, but now there is no village or store. Not to mention treatment, I'm afraid even medicine can't be found. Listen to your aunt's advice and let the child go in peace."

"That's right, Chunsheng's mother. Nowadays, it's better for the child to go away. At least it will save you some suffering."

"Hurry up and ask Dazhuang to dig a deep pit so that he can rest in peace."

"Isn't it? In this world today, there is everything to eat. You have to dig deeper, otherwise you won't have peace after death."

"What nonsense are you talking about! My son is not dead, my Chunlin is still alive, he is still breathing, he is not dead." As Song Qin spoke, she burst into tears and could only repeat these words over and over again. Everyone could only patiently persuade her to let go.

Someone next to him echoed something. The desire to survive made Song Chunlin reluctantly open his eyes. He was afraid that if he didn't open his eyes, he would be buried alive. He frowned and looked at the woman who was holding him. Her hair was wrapped in a gray cloth. Her eyes were red from crying, and when she saw Song Chunlin open his eyes, she seemed unable to speak. She was stunned for a while before she reacted.

"Lin'er, my Lin'er is alive, he is alive, my good boy, you scared me to death!" Song Qin was crying with tears and snot, but Song Chunlin did not despise her, he could feel the woman's joy from the bottom of her heart.

Rolling his eyes, he saw a circle of people surrounding him, both men and women, but all wearing the same gray ancient costume. They were talking about him when they saw that he had woken up.

Song Chunlin raised his lips, but his throat was hoarse and he couldn't say anything.

At this time, Song Dazhuang, who had heard the news from afar, rushed forward and was relieved to see his son's eyes open. He carefully asked his wife, "What happened to Chunlin? Where did he hit his head?"

Song Qin slightly lifted Song Chunlin's head to show him: "There is a lot of blood at the back of his head. He may have fainted for a while, but he is awake now. Head of the family, go to the hillside to see if there is any hemostatic grass."

"Oh, okay, I'll go right away, you take the child back first."

After the couple finished their division of work, the onlookers followed them back. The large group of people was quite spectacular. Song Chunlin thought they were going home, but after walking for a distance, he found that these people just returned to the open-air camp.

He looked around with his limited eyes. It didn't seem like this was the end of the world, because in the end of the world no one would camp in the open air, let alone such a large group of people. For the zombies, this place was like a buffet. Song Chunlin decided to wait and see. Anyway, it wouldn't be worse than the self-destruction of the crystal core, right?

Grandma Song took her grandson and placed him in a relatively cool place with a blanket. There was an even smaller baby lying next to him. Song Chunlin wanted to say that an adult couldn't lie there, but the next second he saw his skinny hands like chicken claws. The small claws were obviously not the same size as an adult's. He stared at his hands blankly, as if he didn't quite understand what was going on.

Song A-mo was a little worried and asked, "Could this child have become stupid after falling? Why isn't he talking?"

Song Qin was also very worried. She patted her son's cheek and said, "Chunlin, call me mother."

Song Chunlin's eyes turned to her face. The naturally socially anxious person thought for a long time before he slowly uttered, "Mom."

"Oh!" Song Qin responded, but she was still a little worried in her heart. Why did she feel that the way the child looked at her just now was as if he was looking at a stranger?

After he cried out the first time, Song Chunlin psychologically accepted it a little, so he frowned and cried out in pain again. This cry made the two of them feel so distressed that they both wished they could feel the pain for him.

Fortunately, Song Dazhuang finally came back. Hemostatic grass cannot be eaten as food, but some can still be found in the mountains. Song Dazhuang took five dry grasses, and Song Qin wiped them with a cloth and crushed them directly to apply to Song Chunlin. She pried open Song Chunlin's mouth and poured the remaining medicine juice into it. Song Chunlin had no way to hide. He was fed a mouthful of bitter, astringent medicine mixed with sand, which made him so uncomfortable that he almost vomited. Song Qin quickly pinched his mouth, and Song Chunlin swallowed it pitifully under her gaze.

He swallowed this sip with tears in his eyes. Song Qin was not so cruel. She took the water bag and gave him a sip. Although it could not wash away the bitter taste of the medicine, it was much better.

Song Chunlin wanted to take another sip, but Song Qin had already taken the water bag away.

"Okay, drink a sip and you won't be thirsty anymore. You and your brother stay here and rest. Mom will go and cook."

Song Chunlin widened his eyes and said, "No, I'm thirsty and I still want to drink!"

Unfortunately, Song Qin had already gone far away, and the only ones left in this corner were him, the injured man, and the little kid sleeping soundly beside him.

Song Chunlin looked at the little kid, then at his own hands, and reacted slowly to realize that he must have traveled through time, or perhaps his soul. He touched the back of his head, thinking that the original owner must have died because of this injury, so he got the upper hand.

It's a pity about his supernatural powers and the supplies in that space. If he hadn't self-destructed, the supplies in the space would probably have allowed him to live for another ten years.

Thinking of this, he habitually tried to enter the space, but he didn't expect that he actually opened the space the next moment.

Song Chunlin was so scared that he opened his eyes immediately, but was unsure and tried again.

Entering the space again and looking at the supplies piled on the ground, Song Chunlin fell silent.

Opening his eyes, Song Chunlin looked at the small pills lying in the palm of his hand. These were the pills he had just picked out from the pile of supplies. He had taken these things at the end of the world. They were antibiotics and antipyretics because he had started to have a fever.

Noticing that there was no one around, he quickly swallowed the medicine, and after taking the medicine he lay down peacefully.

Song Chunlin's space appeared before the end of the world, but it was different from what those people thought. This space was not a supernatural power, but just like in the novel, it was transformed from a piece of wood pendant of his ancestor. At that time, he accidentally cut his finger while cutting fruit, and he directly opened the space. At that time, the space could only be entered with mental power, but the body could only stay in reality, so Song Chunlin was chased so embarrassed in his previous life. If the body could also enter, then he would not need to self-destruct the crystal core. He just needed to find an opportunity to hide in the space and wait for those people to go far away before coming out.