Too old.

There was a blighting cry from the outside, awakening the old garbs, which quickly weakened before he got up.

He stood up, crawled down the lawn bed, held a stick, dragged a swollen leg, touched the door and opened a stitch, and looked out, with no one in the alley.

Not down the road.

But not far from the courtyard of the four sisters, there is a regular sound of chopping, and after a while, the white smoke rises from there, and there’s a fragrance of meat coming along the cold wind.

A tremor in the belly of the carnival, groaning in the stomach, vomiting a little sour water. He only thinks that the body, which is so thin and so veiled, can float as soon as the wind blows, is slightly weighed by the scent. He pushed the door open, came to the house of the fourth sister with a limp, knocked on the door, and then he pushed it away.

The man in the cooker’s room, the fourth sister, was lying on the side of the stove, scrambling leaves, blowing wind, cooking a pot of boiling pork soup in the pot on the stove.

“Four, four sister…”

The fourth sister turned her head and swayed him with fear.

“Do not shout, brother-in-law, do not shout, I will divide you and I will split you a leg.” I’m sorry.

The carnival swallowed sour water.

“What kind of meat do you cook? The rats are gone. What are you cooking? I’m sorry.

The fourth sister rubbed her face with a dark hand and said, “Stupe! I didn’t know where a pig came from. I couldn’t get away with it. I held it. I’m sorry.

The gravitational gravitational graft approaches the boiled soup, and looks at it with eyes open, and turns his legs back.

“It’s not a pig. I’m sorry.

“No, not a pig. How could it be?”

Fourth sister mumbling.

“I’ve got it. I’ve got it. It’s a big one. It’s not a pig. I’m sorry.

“It’s homecoming. “As the carnival says,

“Home Hing? I’m sorry.

The fourth sister’s face is so dull and slow.

“Who’s Ka-hyun?”

“Your baby. I’m sorry.

“…”

After a few seconds, there was no response, and you had to look up to the fourth sister.

As if she had been born, sitting still in the ground, and that face was hardened in her face, with a faint, blunt expression.

The dead leaves snap in the cookers, boiling water spills out the pots, and the blood-stained stoves remain unresponsive, as if the fourth sister had become a mud.

Turn around, slowly walk out of the house.

After a few seconds, he heard howling from behind.

The next day, the stench of corruption came by the wind, and the yearbooks came up with a stick, and the stove door was pushed, and the fourth sister fell on the floor, and it was dead.

He had no power to dig the pit, but had to cover her with grass and rags.

On the other side of the night, there was a heavy and tumultuous footsteps and a low-handed tone.

Yen Kasha knows what those people are doing.

He didn’t have the time to stop it.

The drought has lasted for more than two years.

In the first year, there was almost no harvest, and even potatoes suffocated to the ground and could not be taken. The county had already given relief food, but it had been cut off, and only a small bag of wheat mixed with sorghum and sand was left in its hand, and it was not enough to cook a pot of porridge.

The village survived the harsh winter by saving food, leaving only a few elderly people.

In the spring of the following year, a few good rains have taken place, and the fog is full of twilight, which bodes well for years. Unfortunately, after February, when the drought came to an end, the seedlings died before they were able to take their ears. It is the locusts that are on the fire that are scraping them, and the remaining seedlings are eaten clean.

There’s no food for the disaster, no porridges — not to mention the county, even the Nail is out of food. Since then, the Holodomor has really arrived.

Every day and night of last winter — because every night there will be at least one cry.

That means another one is dead.

Later, even the cry became low and depressed — fearing that people would follow the cry and go inside and rob the body.

Hungry.

A hungry man can barely speak, lying flat and breathing like a count, as if he had given his life a pendulum.

Powerful flight has largely escaped, strong, young and a little bit of family.

He was born crippled and knew he could not escape.

Hee-ho didn’t escape either.

No matter how he advised, how he shouted and how he drove, she did not flee.

She survived the winter and breathed after spring.

The day she choked, the last of the locusts flew away, returning to her silent home from the grassy fields, and she found that her family was missing.

She stayed for those days, and she was so sober and confused.

“Kawa … go find the snake. I’m sorry.

“Find a snake? What for?”

“Find the snake. There’s a fountain of eyes where there’s a snake.”

With a spring of sight, wells can be dug, wells can be poured.

He’s been thinking about it all the time.

But she doesn’t know that even rats, earthworms and cockroaches are eaten up.

She escaped from the south when she was having a rough time, and spent years with him, almost without a few days.

I don’t even dare to cry.

He wrapped her up in a mat and buried her under the Elm tree in front of the yard. The bark of the Elm tree had been removed long ago, but the sprouts were still sprouting, and she could have eaten her favorite money for another month.

Hang in there.

He sat at the door and looked at the yellow earth.

When we get through this drought, we’ll see if the Lord will be able to make up for the rain, and then we’ll grow some potatoes, so we can collect some food.

At least live.

What for?

The annual carnival looks at the villages.

In previous years, he had no time to think about such issues, and he had to be too busy to break, pine soil, fertilize, deworm, draw water, cut wheat, cut grains… a year’s work was like a gyro and never stopped. Even in the winter, when we can rest, it’s the next year we’re thinking about planting and saving enough food.

It’s hard enough to live without thinking about anything else.

But now, at this point in time, there’s plenty of time to think.

What are you doing alive?

The heirs?

Lightness?

A sleep attack.

He knew that he would never be able to open his eyes at this moment.

He doesn’t know what to live for, but he’s instinctively trying to live.

In the dry riverbeds, far away, there is a slow-distorted shadow, like a tanned earthworm, with his eyes open.

It’s Fontaine, his brother.

There are few left to move at such times, among them Fontaine.

Fontaine lays on the ground, moving like earthworms an inch, looking for insects and roots in tortoises. And he is as skinny as a skull, as two mountains, and his cheeks and his eyelids are dim, and his face is wrinkled, and only two eyes shine, and red light.

He remembered last night.

The theft of bodies is no longer new, and there are even worse rumours that the bandits in the nearby mountains are blocking and killing the living.

Fontaine has been a tough kid since he was a kid. He doesn’t work in agriculture or study. They had been living together, but he had stolen from his house with his hands and feet, and he had been driven out of his house in the fury of his family.

After that, he wandered around, asking for a meal and asking for a beating. After this fiery fiery came to pass, he thought he would be the first to survive, but never thought that the extraordinary life had been created in Fontaun’s body and that he would struggle harder than anyone else on the earth.

Like a earthworm.

– What’s he trying to do?

When a white light was drawn from the sky, and when the radiant sheath looked up, it was as bright as the second sun. In the blink of an eye, the light was gone, leaving only a hot white mark in the sky, followed by a thunderbolt from the mountains that were far away, and slamming the annual carcass from the threshold.

He crawled up and looked in the direction of the loudspeaker and saw only that the smoke was slowly rising in the depths of the mountain.

What’s going on?

What’s with the sun?

He was just about to look at the bottom of it, and saw Fontaine climb up and walk down the riverbed towards the black-smuggled mountain, and the annual carnival screeched with a cold sweat and shouted at his brother’s back: “Foundé! Don’t go there, you widow!

But Fontaine couldn’t hear, and he walked on his own like a lost soul, and he had to stand up to his body and come after him with a limp.

When the sun in the sky shined, he sensed that his body was light as a piece of paper, and his feet were lightened, as if he could fly as if he had stomped his feet, and so he followed Fontaine, and then two men went down to the hill with their feet deep and shallow, and stepped on the rock, and leaned down the slopes with their wings and rolls, looking to the place where the smoke roses.

In the middle of the riverbed of the caustic goldstone, a two- or three-metre-wide puddle, the center of which is a rock-sized hill, and the outer edge of the puddle is mud torn to its surroundings, which is mixed with the burning weeds and the dead roots, so as to spread the smell of the unknown.

Foundém, who had set aside an unburned tree root from the soil, then, after the grass had been wiped, it was shoved into his mouth and swallowed with saliva.

“Don’t eat, you knife-snatch! What will happen to poison!”

The gruesome scolding of the annual grafts, a taste of the earth in the middle of the pit, which is still hot, with heat waves and white smoke in the formation, and a single step in the graft, makes it feel like the nostrils are on fire.

He always felt the earth was shaking slowly.

I don’t know if the heat wave caused the illusion.

He picks up a dead branch, poking carefully, shaking a little bit on the earth, and shivering a little bit from the top.

This is definitely not an illusion.

He wiped his sweat and stabbed him.

A great deal of scorched soil shuddered from the earth’s hill, and the old carcass threw away its branches and sat back on the ground. He saw an eye on him from inside the hill.

Fontaine came to him to pick up the branches, clean up the rest of the earth on the dunes, and then sit down on the ground with the carnival.

Inside the dome is a piece of grinder-sized, gray-white-faced, hexacolored piece of object.

“…the meat? I’m sorry.

Fondo tremor.

That’s like a piece of meat.

And his eyes were the only organs on that piece of meat.

Two.

“Wrecking! I’m sorry.

It’s coming from behind.

They turned their heads and saw an old black and skinny man in a long shirt.

He’s a teacher in the village, Meng Su-shik.

Meng Soo’s not really a real talent. He’s never been a success. However, since he was a small number of literate people in the village, who had spent several years in the village, and who had been writing for the festivals, family books and so on, the village was willing to call him a talent.

It is only that he has been unable to go to school all year and has fallen ill, and has become obsessed with obscurantisms, such as yellow old men and fatalities, and that he has often wandered around in his mouth, saying, “The heavens and the earth are yellow” and that no one in the village dares to approach him.

He was also one of those who had the strength to walk outside after the Great Fragment. He was still wearing that wrinkled long shirt, and his eyes were gliding like goldfish and pointed his chicken claws at the meat in the pit.

“Forger, you two! You two are in trouble! You two are making a scene! I’m sorry.

The news of the year’s Carnival is so dramatic that you look back at the meat.

What do you think this is? I’m sorry.

“It’s too old! It’s too old! And the young star who was on that day swam upon the Zodiac, and every single star descended upon the corresponding ground. What did you two do? How dare you do this with a stick! You’ve offended the gods. The whole village is going to suffer with you! I’m sorry.

It’s creepy to look at Fontaine. He did hear from his elders that someone had dug up an old man who feared that he would bury him in the ground, causing his brother’s wife and children to die within days, and that he had no idea but to look towards Mensoo’s talents.

“So, so, what do we do? I’m sorry.

Meng Soo turned his eye on the goldfish, and he bowed his head for a moment.

“Whatever happens, we have to give Tai Po a good life, and maybe we can keep him from evil!” Let’s see, this star is a tree, as it should be. I’m sorry.

That said, the two brothers were almost in a state of tears — the dry land, the river bed was smoked, and there was water.

“I have some water in my tank.” I’m sorry.

“Yes, yes! Best in the tank! “Mun Soo’s nod at all.

The dry, the three of them cut open the earth next to the obituary and raised it with care, and the hot, hot hand outside the obscurity of the obscurity, which itself is as icy as the jade, and is not so hard as to feel, and is a wet, smooth blubber. And then it came to pass that the “eye” was just a pattern of the brown texture on its body.

It gave him a big relief.

The three empty-pitted exteriors were filled with gas and gassed, and the old man was taken back to his family’s house and carefully put in the tank.

Meng-soo worshipped the cathedral three times, recited words in his mouth, and did not know which of the scriptures he recited, and then said, “Go back and look at the stars and ask for a way to make a good man.”

I look back at this. Fontaine’s not gone.

“Fondon, what’s wrong?”

Fontaine swallowed saliva loudly.

“What do you think, brother? It’s like meat.”

“You want to fuck again? I’m sorry.

Fontaine hated looking at him and turned away.

The relationship between the two has not improved since the break-up of the family — Fontaine has not acknowledged stealing.

A few steps inside the house were taken, with only one feeling that the stone in the heart was completely missing and that the ironing was increasing. It’s like there’s no reason why he can’t hide, even if he’s back.

For half a day, he was dazed and his stomach shrunk.

I didn’t know it was a few days ago.

From the bottom of the bed, he touched the mill, shivered his hand to the bottom, and found only a few wheat shells. But fortunately, half a rotten potato was found by the foot of the bed. He couldn’t care less, so he swallowed up half of the sweet potatoes and lay his eyes on his bed, so he slowly passed away.

– And today.

At that point, the water was coming in loud and clear.

The annual carnival jumped from the bed and held it to the cask.

He was absolutely right.

It’s the sound of the water being disturbed.

Something just moved in that tank.

The cask is still in the shadows, and it does not show any difference, nor does it see conditions in it from his position.

But he can feel the coolness of the tatters.

He can even hear a slight friction — as if there was a water snake, and he’s moving slowly with a plaster on the inner wall of the tank.

He wouldn’t dare close his eyes again, holding on to the millet and staring at the cask. It didn’t last until after midnight, and it was dark and it passed out.

It was not long before he was awakened by a bang, and he looked outside the house and the genius was blindfolded.

Open the door and look at it.

“Brother, come on. Hey, I dug up some pickles. I’m sorry.

The smile of Fontaine’s face appears to be somewhat blurred in the dark.

Yen Kasha looks at his brother’s green-oiled vegetables and has to swallow the saliva.

They set a fire on the ground, and made a pot of water left over from their pots, and of wild vegetables, and then cooked them up, they squirted them into pellets, and they ate them all over their dates.

The rest of the soup has been emptied by each of them, and it is bitter and bitter, and when it is drunk, it turns into a river, and its mouth spits like fish bubbles, but in any case it feels better than starving.

Fontaine burps while he’s eyeballing the cask.

Brother, the meat…

“That’s not meat. I’m sorry.

The carnival was strongly interrupted.

He knows what Fontaine is thinking.

He doesn’t.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and he opened the door and looked at it.

Meng Soo snuck in through the door like a cat, came in and went back and forth in the yard, with no focus, like he really lost a mouse.

“Su-jae, what’s the matter?” He asks.

“No, no…”

“What’s wrong?”

“No, no, no, no, no.”

“What year?” Say it! Don’t turn!

Meng Soo stopped for a while and said, “This, this is the year of the Ding-Ou, the star of the sky, should be in the position of the strong, and this is the place where the tycoon is not here, in the northeast. I’m sorry.

I heard from Fontaine next to him, and he stood up.

“What do you mean by that? I mean, isn’t this one too old? I’m sorry.

“This, it shouldn’t be, it’s too old to say in this Scroll of Scrolls, it’s too old to look like meat, as coral, as white as fat.”

“Who gives a fuck what you say in your book! “It’s not like I’m going to have to go to school.”

I said, “That’s meat! Damn it, the three of us are starving, scared of a piece of meat! I’m sorry.

Meng Soo saw him while he was scolding himself and looking to the left in the house. He probably realized what he wanted and went to the house. He spent two seconds thinking about it, and suddenly he went up and grabbed Meng Soo’s talent.

“You, and you, and you, have made, and you cannot, O Zaqqum!” Maybe I’m not right, but perhaps the star is in the wrong place? If you eat the fairies, you will be in great distress! I’m sorry.

“Accursed, afflicted.”

It’s not like you can’t say anything.

“What else could be worse than what happened to us? I’m sorry.

“This, this…”

Yeah.

What could be worse than this great drought, a thousand miles of scorched soil?

It’s better to be a bellyless ghost than to starve?

He remembers the sound of creeping in the jar last night as if it were provocative, and somehow remembers what was before the death of Eeyore, with an all-embracing rage of bitterness and shame pouring out of his chest, leaving Meng-soo’s talent, walking into his house with a limp, pushing Fontaine, pulling out from the pot on the stoves what he was looking for for for half a day — a useless rust knife.

He went up to the cask, pushed the cover of the cask, took a deep breath and looked inside.

Too old to be lying in the jar, looking at him with huge eyes made up of helices.

The carnival bites its teeth, takes courage and slits it down.

By the time he grew up with the meat he had cut off, his forehead was immersed in cold sweat. And Fontaine came round and round, looking at the size of his fist.

When he cut meat from the “too old”, it was neither bleeding nor moving, and the meat cut off was in his hand, slit through the crystals, like gel, and reminded him of the fatty of the pork stand. He couldn’t help but to look at Fontaine and keep swallowing water, and even Mengsu, who was far away, was spying.

The gravitation cut the meat down to the rest of the fire that just boiled wild vegetables, and the hotness of the meat didn’t turn like that of a pig or a goat, but rather it faded away, and became more white and radiant, with a hand like a jade, without any scent.

Fontaine couldn’t wait to pick up the meat tablets, shoved them in his mouth, chewed them, looked up and showed a strange and silent expression.

“Fonden, what’s that smell?”

“…no taste. I’m sorry.

“No smell?”

“Well, nothing tastes like it. I’m sorry.

“That…

“It’s delicious. I’m sorry.

Fontaine almost answered with intoxication and satisfied face.

How can it taste good without it?

After cutting another piece of meat with doubt, when stomping on the coal, the prowl was carefully put in the mouth and chewed a few.

He immediately understood why Fontaine’s face was almost intoxicated.

This meat, though unsavory, tastes extraordinaryly fertilized, and a small piece of meat fills the entire mouth, as if it were chewing a large amount of rice — no, it’s more than eating white flour.

He was careful to swallow, and almost clearly felt the meat running through his throat and fell into his belly without hindrance. For the most part, the stomachs of wild vegetables, skin, roots and insects shrunk and spread happiness over the whole body.

He could even feel the meat lying in his stomach and pouring heat into his body. He looked to Fontaine, and his face was filled with happiness, and his cheeks, which had been dried up by hunger, seemed to be a little red.

Just a piece of meat.

And they cut a few more pieces of meat, and then put them on the coal, and then they were forced to put them in their mouths, a few of them under their mouths, and they were all so hot that they were sweating and sweating.

When the sheaths were taken off, another piece of meat was cut, and she was about to roast, and her eyes were dazzled by Meng-soo, who whispered in his mouth the words of iniquity, disaster, and so forth, and glazing in the eyes of the goldfish.

“Come on, Su-jae, you too. I’m sorry.

Meng Soo is shaking like electric shocks, and rises and goes: “I don’t eat!” I’m sorry.

At the end of the year, he nodded his head to Fontaine, who would stand up and stop Meng Su-shik.

“Don’t go without eating. I’m sorry.

It is clear to both that Meng Soo would have gone so far as to know where the news of the meat would go, and the only solution would have been for him to swallow the secret and the meat.

He held his flesh up in front of Meng Su-chul, and was held hostage by Tondon, who stood up to his death, and his throat was strangling, and his mouth was pierced with a bright mouth, and his mouth was filled with a smile, and the body was thrust to his teeth.

Meng Soo chewed twice and swallowed the meat. Very soon, he also shined his eyes and showed a happy look of satisfaction.

“Well, this is the best part! I’m sorry.

“What a sour fart! Just say it’s good.” I’m sorry.

In less than five minutes, the fist-size meat was divided, the annual carnival was counted in his heart, he ate three, Fontaine at five and Meng-su at eight.

As a matter of course, this small piece of meat, which three hungry people share for half a year, is impossible to eat, but all three have stomachs and feel like they can’t eat any more. They will sit down and look up at the sky covered with ashes, and none will speak.

And he looked at the sun, and he found it without a swirl of temperature or eyelids, and looked at it as though it was dazzled and sick, and swelled, almost half of it. There’s not much cleanness on the body, and it’s covered in mybs, and it’s twirling, like it’s been sent by something.

He looked at it and felt that the sun was about to be torn open by mybs on its body, and that the evils in it were about to pour out of the sky endlessly.

He twitched and woke up from hallucinations. Look up at the sun and look hot and sharp.

Meng-soo stood up in tremors and marched and shouted, “Don’t be so good.”

“No, no…”

Meng Soo’s head is shaking.

“It’s a blasphemous thing to say! You know and We know and God knows. I’m sorry.

He walked out of the yard with his head down and Fontaine stood up.

“Brother, you’ve got to watch that thing for us long enough. I’m sorry.

“Don’t say that. I’m sorry.

Fontaine turned back and fell in love, and after sitting in the yard looking at the sky for a while, he went back to his room, staring at the corner of the tank and thinking, put his hands on it and push them in.

A few dozen pounds of casks pushed him a little bit, and slowly pushed him into the dark.

It’s almost creepy looking at your hands.

A few hours ago, he was as if he were half-dead and hungry as a sun.

He picked up the lid and looked in it before it was covered.

The “too old” who had been cut off had been lying still in the water.

And the eye was still staring at him with his eyes.

And that night he fell asleep, and his eyes appeared repeatedly in a strange dream, then in a muddy, rotting, and then in a blood-red tumour. Numerous dumb-headed scavenging faces crawling up against walls and beams. He fled in fear of screaming and panic, sweating and again waking up when the sky was blindfolded.

He grabbed the saloon on the head of the bed, gruntled it and drank it almost, so he felt wrong.

There’s a noise coming from over there.

It’s like someone’s walking.

“…Fonden!”

He shouted with courage and no response.

He got up slowly, grabbed a fork and stormed into the auditorium.

The men in the hall turned and looked at him, shaking their hands and the fork fell on the ground.

“Siho?”

3

Hee-ho passed through the village 10 years ago.

The memories of their first encounter are still fresh. At that time she was in a long escape, covered in mud and clothes. The refugees were led by officers who were ready to move to the county for integration. When one of the officials failed to pay attention, Hee-ho was pulled out of the line and hid inside.

After all, he was right — the camp in the district soon became a plague and the dead piled up higher than the walls.

Hee-ho just stayed at his house.

Her family had fled the country to escape the rebels (i.e. the peace nation) and had already been separated from her family on the way and had no family.

She was a quiet, hard-working woman, and she was not her real name. It was for her sister’s mother and father, who had given her the name, but left her early.

They’re not married, they don’t have children.

Yen Kasha has always felt that she has never really understood this woman who sleeps with her bed every day, and wonders why she smiles at her Elm tree and who she secretly sheds tears every night.

The gap continued until she died.

Exactly.

Hee-ho is dead.

He buried it himself.

In the wake of the eyes of the eyes of the radiant ears, the senses set back two steps, and the radiant ears took a step forward.

What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.

“You, you…”

“What happened to me?”

Who are you? Why are you here?

Hiko smiled over his head and showed two dimples he could never know better.

“I’m Hee-ho, your daughter-in-law. I’m not in my own house. Where else?” I’m sorry.

“You… don’t leave me alone. You’re dead. I buried you myself! I’m sorry.

“Do I look like I’m dead, Kawo?”

He said calmly, smiling and staring at him.

“Come, look carefully, look carefully, I’m not a ghost, I’m not a monster. I’m sorry.

“…”

It’s a little twitchy for a woman who looks alive and flexible.

He did remember that Hee-ho was dead — because there was nothing left to eat and starve. How could that be wrong? But the sight of him is so true that she wears the same flowers, the cocoon on her palms and the small scar on her eyebrow.

Is he really mistaken?

For most of the month, he lived as a dead body, but there was a real possibility that something important could be mistaken.

Yen Gacko stopped walking backwards and tried to move forward, staring at the smiling face of Hiko.

“You… are you hungry? I’m sorry.

If it’s really a hungry ghost, it’s the distance, it’s gonna come up and bite him.

But it was not moving, and it was just smiling and staring at him: “I am not hungry, I am not eating.” I’m sorry.

“No, no, no! Eat, eat! Don’t go hungry again! I’m sorry.

Annual Carnival Loud.

The joy of a different kind fills his body and soul, and He returns.

What the hell is going on — is she really alive or is she back to life, and where she’s been hiding for most of the month? There is no way to think about these issues, and the head is filled with pure joy. He turned around and walked towards the corner of the cask.

“Wait, Koko! I’ll give it to you I’ll cook you meat!” Yes, we have meat now! I’m sorry.

He took the knife from the tatter, unmasked the tatter, and was trying to find out what was going on.

Too old to lie still in the jar as if nothing had changed.

It was just that — yesterday he was still looking at his eye, and it was gone.

What’s up, Ka-wo?

Behind the hoes.

Yen Kasee rises, turns his head slowly and looks behind him.

He looked at him with a dark, dark eye.

He remembered.

Ten years ago, he risked his life to drag her into the house because of those eyes.

When she was scrawny, and her face was like an old man, but her eyes were as though she had been able to shine into his heart, and he made up his mind to protect it.

The annual carnival slowly covered the lids and squeezed out a bitter smile.

He probably knows what’s going on.

He started off looking at those eyes.

“…you go, you stay away. I’m sorry.

“Going? Where do you want me to go?”

“There will soon be a man, and they will see you, and they will…”

“All right. I’m sorry.

Hee-ho whispered.

“They can’t see me. I’m sorry.

Soon after, there were knocks from the outside, and the annual carnival came looking, and it was Fontaun and Meng Suo.

They stood by the door and watched on guard. At the opening of the door, the two immediately came in and went straight into the tank.

Brother, hurry up, I’m hungry! I’m sorry.

“You know how hungry you are. Who is not hungry?”

Nen Gae-hyun shouted that he was nervously looking inside the house and that Hee-ho had disappeared, either hiding or disappearing.

Then, after a while, the sound of the acoustic air came and said, “Oh, my God! I’m sorry.

“What, what?”

He thought that he had lost his eye, but that he could not help but follow.

“How did this meat grow back? I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

He went to the cauldron, and Meng Soo looked at his head, and all three looked too old in the water.

Fontaine shot the horns of the age.

Brother, you cut this place yesterday. Do you remember? It was so big, but you see, there’s no trace! I’m sorry.

“This…”

I’m surprised at you.

Indeed, the present too old is still a full-fledged grinding plate, which was completely missing when the meat was cut yesterday.

“Yes, yes!”

It was only then that Meng-su shouted and scared the two of them.

He takes his head off the jar, sits his ass on the floor, and shows his face of regret.

“Aah, ah, ah!”

Su-jai, what is it?

“I wanted to say it yesterday! You two broke me up! The magic of cutting and re-emerging is the symbol of the great man, as is recorded in the scriptures of the mountains and seas! Says it’s endless, and it’s reborn, and it says it’s eccentric, and it’s thin. You two killed me, too! I’m sorry.

He said, “Stand down on the earth, howling, weeping, and Fontaine watched, and his foot was on him.”

“What if it’s too old?” I’ll see what a disaster it can bring down! If you don’t want to eat, go eat the bark, don’t cry here! I’m sorry.

Meng Soo fell on the ground, climbed up, wiped his long shirt and didn’t cry.

I eat, I eat! Why don’t I eat? You’ve dragged him in, you’re dying! I’m sorry.

He raised his hand and stopped his brother and Meng Su-soo. He turned his back for a long time and looked at the two men who were wondering.

“Did anything happen to you two after eating this meat yesterday? I’m sorry.

“The Weird? I’m sorry.

“It’s just…what’s changed? I’m sorry.

Fontaine and Mengsu look at each other and shake their heads.

“It hasn’t changed? Nothing?”

Fontaine thought about it and said, “It’s just… it’s strong and it’s not gonna get any better.” I’m sorry.

“That’s because we’re full. I’m not asking about this change, Su-ji. I’m sorry.

“I’m… I’m seeing better. I’m sorry.

“The Eye? I’m sorry.

Meng Soo nods.

“I could have been blinded by the old eyes. I couldn’t see the gossip. But yesterday, after eating Tai Chi’s meat… it’s kind of weird to see more clearly in the eyes and then to see the stars in the middle of the night. I’m looking far away now. I’m sorry.

“…”

He saw Meng Xiu’s talent, and his two condensed fish eyes did look brighter than yesterday.

“You see anything extra? I’m sorry.

What do you mean?

“is something that should not be seen. I’m sorry.

Meng Su-soo shook his head and said, “What is it you see? I’m sorry.

“No, no, nothing. I’m sorry.

That’s why he put his hand down and let Meng Su-ki and Fontaine go in and cut the meat.

The two men cut a big piece of meat from the bowl, you raced me into the yard, started to make a fire, stood by and watched, and didn’t walk.

Fontaine cut off a fine piece of meat and turned to him.

“Do you want to eat?”

“…I don’t eat,” he shakes his head, “You eat.” I’m sorry.

Fontaine’s too lazy to say, turn around and shove the meat in his mouth.

“Well, you can have it when you want it. I’m sorry.

A large bowl of meat was quickly eaten cleanly, and Fontaine and Meng Suu-shik once again showed their happiness in their faces, lying in the courtyard and staring away at the sky.

“This meat is long and long and can eat. Can we eat it all the time? The voice of Fontaine has been lost.

“If what is said in the ancient book is true, it is true that it can always be eaten. It is also said in the scripture that it is too old to be purified and wise to live forever. I’m sorry.

“Living? “That’s beautiful!” I want to live forever! I say you’re a fake, you know how good this thing is, and you’re lying to us about what happened. You want to eat alone?”

Meng Soo’s just humming, turning over.

“Have you ever seen a immortal in your life? I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“I haven’t seen it, have I? Even Wudang’s real Zhang has lived only 120 years. It’s too old to be so good. The world should be filled with immortality, right? I’m sorry.

“This…”

Meng Soo turned around again.

“This disaster will come down sooner or later, and none of us will escape!” I know, my mother told me that I was a man of the stars, and the stars of the day were all talking to me in the sky, so I went back and looked at the stars again and again.”

The bells in the back are blurry.

Fontaine laughed.

“I’ve never seen a medium-show in my life! I’m sorry.

And he reclined, and began to dazzle.

“It’s better to live forever than to have so many kings who can’t ask for good. I’m sorry.

“I want to live forever and never die…”

So they lay lying down, lying down, groaning in a state of confusion, and loathing to attend to them in their garbs, and looked down in cold eyes. He knows that these two men are absolutely abnormal, and that while they do not see the dead as he does, they are also in some unknown change.

There must be something wrong with meat.

No more eating.

But how can we convince them not to eat?

He was in distress and suddenly felt something flashing on the edge of the line of sight, and when he looked at it, he saw a man on the roof of the courtyard coming back to the head of the wall, and he swung for a moment, with a alarm in his heart.

“There are, there are!”

He shouted loudly, while he swayed to sleep in the drowsy Founden and Meng Soo.

Don’t sleep! Don’t sleep! We were seen! I’m sorry.

They looked at him with four lost eyes.

“Be seen?”

“When you two came, were you followed? The bandit from East Village and the South Villages must have been followed by one of them! You didn’t notice anything about two of them? You must have seen the way you two eat meat! I’m sorry.

It was only then that Fontaine and Meng Soo returned to their minds and quickly realized the gravity of the matter and rose up in cold sweat.

“So, what do we do, brother? We, our meat…”

And all three know that if he were to know that his house was hiding such a large piece of meat, it would not be a catastrophe, but a catastrophe. He came to the yard door and pushed the door open and looked out, and the man who turned back was gone, and he closed the door for a few seconds and said, “Burn up!” Dig a hole and bury it first! I’m sorry.

Hey! “Yes!”

The three men were able to pick up their hoofs, shovels and pitchforks and take them out of the jar and put them in the yard, where they dug up their pits. But before a few shovels were dug, there was a long cry.

“The house of Kawo has hidden food, and the house of Kawo has hidden food.”

The scream almost scared the souls of the three, but it was too late to do the digging.

Within a quarter of a hour, several thin yellow heads were reached on the top of the wall, with the eyes of the yearnings, all of which were half the children of the village who had not fled.

At the same time, there were thin footsteps from the outside, which quickly became dense, with the Nien Kagra running to the front of the courtyard, looking out with his heart on the side of the door — the whole village seemed to be coming together, like a honey-smelling ant, standing all over the alley.

He swept away his eyes from the people, but he put his heart down a little — all the women and children left in the village, not the kings.

He is headed by his brother-in-law and the village chief of his village. The big brother came to the door with his back on his back.

“Oh Ka-wo, Ka-wo, you still have food?”

“No, no! Don’t listen to the kids! I’m sorry.

“He has meat at home! Big piece of grinder! “A head on top of a wall shouts.

And Fontaine kept his hands on the ground and scolded the wall, “Don’t be such a dick, it’s not meat! I’m sorry.

The tap outside the door got heavy.

“Kawa, you’re not honest. You don’t have a cow and a pig. Where did you get the meat? I’m not saying you stole it. Your brother wasn’t clean, did he? We can’t leave you alone. We’re starving. Now that you’ve got something to eat, let’s share it with everyone, okay? You can’t just eat it, can you? I’m sorry.

“…”

Do you remember that your daughter-in-law lost her face a few years ago, or did I catch her with a bowl of soup? I’m sorry.

“Buncle I really don’t want to split you. This meat, it… it’s not in! It’s not boar and goat. It’s bad to eat. I’m sorry.

“You guys are having a good time! The other head on the wall shouted,

“Brother, get up and I’ll hit the door! “The door’s coming out.

Immediately followed by a bang, the door was pounded and the dust shivered.

Two shouts were also heard behind the back, and the annual carcass turned its head, with two fury boys jumping over the walls and the remaining few jumping on top of the walls. Fontaun was waving at the two young children with a pitchfork, and as far as Monsoo’s talent was concerned, he was gone.

He’s got a mess in his head and he’s scrambling on both sides of the land, knowing that things are out of control. And as if his sight had swept into the house unwittingly, and he found himself standing in the shadow of it.

She still kept that calm face and said nothing but a little bit of a nod.

He only felt that the string in his heart was loose, and he could not sustain his breath, and threw away the shovel from his head.

“All right, all right, all right! I’ll split it up! I’m sorry.

“This meat, give everyone a share!” I’m sorry.

4

After the division of the flesh, the village returned to calm, and it was just seven or eight days later, as if everything had been back.

There is only one small difference — the whole village has not heard a single cry in these days.

In other words, no one died of hunger in the village during this time.

The reason is self-evident.

On the same day, after waking up from an irritating dream, sitting on the bed for a while, limped out and pushed the yard door for air.

He was surprised to discover that there were people on a dead road.

Not the hungry on the side of the road, but the living walking around.

People walk, talk to each other and lazily towards the sun in the alleys of old villages. It’s as if it’s an ordinary midday in the prime of the year.

I’ve been looking at this, and I’ve closed the yard.

He was still not sure whether he was right about allocating meat to the village.

The scene of day and day is still in his mind — dozens of half-dead, skinny people, all kinds of cracks, with long dragons shivering in the cold wind of spring, waiting to get their own. And hundreds of them were staring at the treasure before him in the darkness of the eyes of the red.

The annual carnival cut its meat over and over and over and over again, told not to eat it all at once. It would only last one night and it would grow back. Most of the people had noded, but he still saw a few people who had eaten all the meat they had before leaving the yard.

Fontaine was with him, too, but it was not long before he accidentally cut his finger, bleeding in the air, and the whole thumb was almost cut off, leaving only half the skin attached. It’s a good thing you’re the brother-in-law of the Supreme Court.

As for Meng Soo-Yen Ka Wakamoto, he thought he was gone long ago, until he saw a familiar chicken clawer and looked up and found the old man waiting in line for meat.

The meat split lasted until the evening, when he sent the last villager away, exhausted and threw away the rags knife, leaving only a piece of meat with a big hand.

Fontaine came over with his hand wrapped in grass.

Brother, let’s split up. I’m sorry.

“I don’t want it, you take it all and take it all!” I’m sorry.

Fontaine smiled, cut the meat in half, took one of them, shook his head and left.

“If only I could live forever, forever…”

The remaining piece, the annual carcass, is still in the cask as before, and he hasn’t eaten a piece of it in seven or eight days.

He’s still as hungry as he used to be, but strangely, he doesn’t feel hungry. At the end of the day, he was even lazy to dig up herbs and cut off food like a grain. But it felt full of spirit and full of energy.

The pieces of meat that were eaten 10 days ago, as if they were still in the belly, were constantly feeding the body.

This situation, which is contrary to Chang Lun, does not give him any pleasure, but it is all the more disturbing.

The house closes the door, inserts a garb, turns around and sees the ears standing in the yard.

He looked at him with a calm and quiet look.

“Kawa, are you hungry?”

The annual carnival shakes its head.

“What do you want? I’m sorry.

The annual carnival shakes its head again.

He had a disappointed look on his face and looked down.

“How?” she whispered, “If she wasn’t hungry, she’d want something else. I’m sorry.

I didn’t know what that meant.

And he thought, and he said, “What about you, are you hungry? I’m sorry.

# Hijo’s smiling and shaking his head #

“You’re not hungry? You haven’t eaten in ten days, have you? I’m sorry.

“I don’t have to eat. I’m sorry.

“…”

The old euphoria, whose skin had already been removed from the garden, was still on the plume of green euphoria.

“I’ll pick you up some money and you want some? I’m sorry.

“I’m not hungry, I don’t have to eat.” I’m sorry.

In the past few years, the past few years have seen only the last chorus of hope has disappeared.

Yeah.

Of course she’s not really Hee-ho.

Hee-ho’s favorite is money, and she will never refuse.

What the hell is that?

Why is he the only one who can see her?

Does anyone else who eats meat see anything else like him?

He shakes his head and he’s too lazy to think.

The next day, he was going to see the Fondon house. Fontaine hasn’t shown his face for 10 days, and he’s a little worried about his brother’s finger.

After leaving the house, before taking a few steps, he saw Meng-soo’s talent standing not far.

Meng Soo is staring at him in the sky.

“Sweet, what are you doing?” I’m sorry.

Meng-su didn’t turn around, he didn’t talk to him, he whispered, “No, no, no.”

I’m going to walk away. He didn’t have much of a crush on the psychotic old man, and the way he did it that night made him feel like he was an oily little man. He walked around Meng Soo, swiped his face, deliberately and unwittingly, and walked in a state of horror.

Meng Su-ji’s external glamorous deformity is even stronger when almost half of his eyeballs are awakened and his drums swell like frogs.

Moreover, his eyes were covered with blood and almost the whole white eye.

Su-jae, you, your eyes…

Meng Soo is finally responding, with blood in his eyes, slowly turning over the eyes of the drum.

“Oh, it’s Ka-wo, it’s not right.”

“What, what’s wrong?”

Meng Soo raised his finger to the sky.

“The location of the stars, the stars, it’s not right, it doesn’t match what I read in the book. You see, the position of this stellar star…

“What are you crazy about? I’m sorry.

The annual carnival can’t stop shouting.

In the middle of the day, the sun is so hot that the sun can’t open.

“You… you can’t see? Weird. I’m sorry.

Meng Soo said he looked around the sky.

“I can see it. Can’t you see it? It’s so beautiful. It’s a twirling night, and it’s a low-stringing twirling twirling twirling twirling twirling… Beautiful, beautiful…”

As if he were not afraid of the sun at all, he looked around the sky, and his eyes were brightened by the burning sun over his head, as though he were two glass bells, and took light out. With this clarity, it became even more alarming to find that the blood in his eyes was moving as slowly as it had.

Su-jae, what happened to your eyes? I’m sorry.

Meng-soo’s not listening to him at all, he’s just taking care of himself.

“Hey, if only I could see a little more…

“…”

He took two steps back, left Meng Su-shik and left his head.

He knows Meng Su is not normal anymore.

He was even aware of the perpetrators of that change.

He had no other way to deal with it than to try not to think.

Fontaine’s home is on the northwest side, and he’s moving up and down. When he reached the middle of the journey, he heard cries and scolds coming out of an old house on the side of the hillside, and the annual scavenger stopped and looked towards the house.

He remembers that it was Uncle’s home. He’s been dead for a long time and now only Uncle’s milk lives in it. Ten days ago, the second uncle’s milk was the last to arrive, almost lying on her face, as if the dead beast were struggling to climb. I was surprised when I met her at the beginning of the year. He thought she was starving to death because of the harsh age.

But she didn’t die, she got her last piece of meat and crawled back.

As he turned around and tried to go up, the door of the old house was kicked open, and a man ran down the hill with something in his arms, ran away and ran away.

He looked at the back, and that was Uncle — the one who wanted to break the door that day. And what he’s holding in his arms seems to be too old meat.

He ran into the old house and saw the second uncle’s breast, who was crying on his face, and he went over there to help him, and the old man lost only one bone, so he took her to the bed with ease.

My brother-in-law’s mother’s mouth was full of teeth, crying and scolding:

“M (we) m (me) O (me) took away by the knife-sworded beast who ate himself and dared to rob others, and then took his mother!” M wanted to bite him, but he lost his teeth, he couldn’t hold him. Woah… the stabbing beasts took the meat of M’s…”

“Grandma, don’t cry. Lie down. I’ll get you back. I’m sorry.

After running out of the house and chasing in the direction of his brother-in-law who had just fled, he saw his brother-in-law surrounded by a group of people who were in the middle of a violent theory. He ran over and looked, it’s Big Uncle.

“I don’t care whose meat you’ve robbed, you must return it now, and I will not fight you today.” I’m sorry.

“Who took it? It’s my share, brother! Don’t lie to me! I’m sorry.

“Well, you son of a bitch, you think I don’t know? Did you think I didn’t know? I’m sorry.

“He took Grandma’s meat! “He took the meat of his grandmother!” I’m sorry.

The brother-in-law was angry and threw his hand in his face and then reached out to get meat. The rival brother-in-law drew a knife out of his arms, stabbing into his brother ‘ s arms and running away while people were surprised.

He ran to hold his uncle and unmasked his clothes. There was an almost punctured wound in the abdomen and blood was flowing from the wound.

Uncle! This… I’ll fix you up! I’m sorry.

“All right, all right. I’m sorry.

My brother pushed him away.

“It’s all right. Just eat more meat. I’m sorry.

What did you say? “The annual carnival stays.

What do you mean, eat more meat?

“I’m going to have to get to Sumikawa and let the beast get away. – If he told those kings about our meat, something would happen! Ka-soo, you go help me calm my aunt and say I’ll give her my share. I’m sorry.

After that, the brother-in-law turned around and left. He stayed in place, watched his uncle shed a spot of blood, and the sun was on it, and he felt that the blood was unusual and thick and grey.

He shook his head and looked back, and the viewers were almost scattered, but he discovered the figure of Fontaine in the crowd and moved in a hurry.

“Fondon, what are you doing here? Where are your fingers? Show me. I’m sorry.

The Grand Lama smiled.

“What’s with that little wound, brother? Look!”

The swab grabbed the hand that Fontaine handed over and looked closely at it, and the thumbs that were cut up that day, almost skinless, really recovered. Only on the edge of the mouth there is a small, grey, touchy piece of meat.

“You, you, who did you pick up? I’m sorry.

“No one’s looking for you!”

Fontaine swings his hand and comes up with a mystery.

“Did you not find out, brother?”

“What have you found?”

“This meat, this meat, this meat! Maybe it’s fairy meat. I’m sorry.

“…”

Fontaine’s gone far away, and the annual carcass is back in place half a day.

Some of his spirits went back to the second uncle’s milkhouse and told his brother-in-law, who was lying on the bed, that he was sobbing and noding with his dry mouth.

“Well, well, better than a nephew, better than a kiss! M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-I-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M. Kill this bastard! I’m sorry.

The carnival was silent for a long time, whispering, “Grandmother, the meat… you better not eat it.” I’m sorry.

“What, why don’t you eat?”

“The meat he eats bad, bad for his health. I’m sorry.

The second uncle’s breast stares at him with his obnoxious eyes and asks a question that he has been unable to answer for a long time.

“Don’t eat O and what else can I eat?” I’m sorry.

Back home, Hee-ho remained still in the yard.

“Do you have anything you want, Kawo? I’m sorry.

She asked with a quiet voice.

This is not the first time she has asked this question.

“I don’t want anything. I’m sorry.

“How could it be?”

Once again, Hiko looked down with disappointment.

“There must be something people want. Everyone else here has. I’m sorry.

It’s a year of retrospect.

What did you say? The others here?”

“Do you have anything you want, Kawo? I’m sorry.

I said I don’t want anything! I’m sorry.

“Think again, there will be. I’m sorry.

“…”

“I want to find the snake.” I’m sorry.

“Look for what?”

“Find the snake. Didn’t you always ask me to find the snake? Find the snake, find the water, dig the well, grow the food. I’m sorry.

He said, look up to Hiko.

His face was filled with more disappointment than before.

“I can’t help you find a snake. I’m sorry, Kagra. I’m sorry.

“I can’t help you with that. I’m sorry.

5

It’s been half a month.

On that day, Nen Gaewo pushed the yard door, and he was surprised to find out that the outside looked like it was before the famine.

The villagers, who traveled, were red and smiling, greeted each other with a loud voice, and some were carrying items like cigarettes bags and pieces of chess in their hands. Half the boys were chasing around the house, and a few women gathered to chat.

He walked out with his hoof and came to the open part of the village, where he saw a crowd gathering to throw dice — a bet on a piece of meat. More smoked bags, even shaved hair stalls that had not been seen for years, and barbers were being carefully trimmed.

He looked at the sight of the shadows, and he had to lose his mind.

Even before the drought, such a sight could be seen only in the years of the harvest.

Had it not been for the dry riverbeds next to the road and the tortoise fields further away turning around, he would have thought he had been in a larger illusion.

The annual carnival shakes its head and continues with its hoes.

It is not clear whether Hee-ho found himself at last to do what he wanted to do, after having turned his back for a while a few days ago.

He’s going to find the snake.

To find something that will make the village truly survive this drought.

– Not the meat.

He knew that the sight was not normal.

It’s an illusion of the ominous meat.

Half a month later, he still did not produce much hunger.

He did not know what was going on in his body, but his heart was filled with unease.

At the entrance of the village, a shout came out over the field.

Uncle Ka Wah, wait!

He turned his head and met a young man who had crossed the dry-drive field and quickly ran to him.

He recognized the young man, a distant nephew of Fontaine’s name. While Hee-ho was still alive, he was very careful with this little nephew, and naturally he was close to him.

The young man came to him, but he couldn’t talk, as if there was something difficult to say.

“What’s the matter? Say what you say.” I’m sorry.

“Uncle Ka Wah, I told you not to hit me. I’m sorry.

“I don’t have anything to do with you. Just say it. I’m sorry.

“I… I think I saw my aunt. I’m sorry.

The smiles of the annual carnival are solid in the face.

“What are you talking about? When?

“That’s the day the meat is divided. I’m sorry.

“That day? How did you, how did you…”

“I went out that day to dig for veggies, to dig and dig, and far away I saw my aunt standing next to your house and smiling at me. I thought, “How can you stand there when your aunt is dead?” I’m afraid, and I miss her so much that I can’t walk by myself, and then she disappears, and I hear you talking, and I climb up the wall, and I see you eating meat.”

The eyelids of the carnival shiver, and the head of the day that was seen was sore.

“I… I didn’t dare say what I saw when I came home, but I said I saw you eating meat. Uncle Ka Wah, I… you hit me fine, but I really saw your aunt. I’m sorry.

The annual carnival lasted a few seconds, turning three and walking home in two steps. Close the yard door and look back in the air and look at the hie-ho standing in the yard.

“You brought them here? I’m sorry.

‘Yes,’ a little bit of the similitude of the similitude, ‘and I brought with him the people of the village. I’m sorry.

“What are you doing bringing in the village? I’m sorry.

“Strike meat. I’m sorry.

Say Hiko calmly.

“It’s not enough for you, Fontaine and the Show, and you’re not going to give it to anyone, so I’ll find my own way to get more people to touch it.” I’m sorry.

“You, you…”

The annual carnival holds its head tight with a shaking hand.

Much of his sense of unease has accumulated in his heart for half a month and is rapidly condensing into a deep fear.

“What do you want? What are you gonna do with that meat? I’m sorry.

He looked at him with dark eyes.

“I want to help you jinhua. I’m sorry.

She whispered.

Her voice was as if the wind had been blowing nine days away, and she was surrounded by a shadow that would never have belonged to a mountain farmer.

You’re stupid.

– A silence?

What’s forbidden?

He did know that forbidden books — for example, the Book of Peace written by the bandits — were forbidden books, and those who hid and published them were to be killed.

When do you have to stop talking?

He had just wished to continue his pursuit of Hero, who had slowly retreated and entered the shadows.

The day ended in a terrible silence.

And the next day, when the sun was brightened, the morning was pierced by a weeping cry, and the sheath was awakened from the bed.

He’s sitting up and he’s hanging out. At first, the cries outside did not make him feel anything different, after all, for the past two years, almost every few days, one of them was heard.

But after a while, when he was sobering up, he realized something was wrong.

No, you already have meat.

He jumped out of his bed, went out and went in the direction of crying.

Crying came from the house of the brother-in-law, and a small circle of people had been rounded up outside the house, and the people who had taken their viewers to the house followed the cry to the stove. My aunt is crying on a sore ground. There is no brother-in-law in the stove, but there is an alien that cannot be ignored.

It’s a pack of gills almost as big as a man.

It is adhesived on blackened walls of earth, and it trembles like a giant moth about to break. The plume is covered in cocoon, the cocoon’s colour and taste are very close to the obituary, the base of which has already been cut open, the contents of the plume are partly flowing out of the mouth, and the plume is black, and the layers are piled on the walls like mud.

After a close look at the silt, the annual carnivorous grafts snorted in the air.

That’s a bunch of internals.

He lifted up his crying aunt, and he shouted, “Uncle, aunt!” What’s going on? Where is my brother? Where is he?”

My aunt’s almost distraught.

“You and your uncle, after being stabbed that day, have been saying that you must eat more meat and eat more meat to get better. They eat every day, every day, every day in the stove, waiting for the meat to grow again, so they cut it down, and I will not be able to persuade. Last night I heard him crawling up and eating meat, and the next day I woke up looking for him in the stove, but I didn’t find him, and I saw that big meat cocoon stuck to the wall. I’m sorry.

She used her shivering fingers to the giant.

“I was asleep, too, thinking it was too old to grow, and I took a knife and cut it with a knife, and then I heard the sound of “Alas, it’s not true!” and then I just, “Oaaaaah!”

His aunt was crying and crying, and his eyes were starting to turn so hard that he could see that he was unconscious. All he had to do was hold her aside, and he approached the cocoon by himself with care. The tremors of the cocoon were already very weak, and the carnival looked at the cocoon, and felt unconscious.

He felt like his uncle was trapped inside.

He picked up a knife near the silt, and stepped on the blood and glue on the ground near the cocoon.

Big Uncle?

The cocoon tremors a little in response, which strangled his mind and reinforced his thinking.

– He’s too old for that.

He has to get him out.

He pressed the knife at the mouth of the cocoon and pulled it over the front.

The skin of cocoon, like the belly of a fish, is cut out in a beautiful manner, with a large number of fine intestines like snakes in the same twirl, sliding on the ground, twitching even more intensely, but the gravy of the yearnings has become careless.

And he did it with all his might, and cut it open.

He’s got a bloody face.

The cocoon was washed out like a flood.

That’s muddy meat.

We lost the support of the bones and legs, the body and the body, and the flesh and blood showed the most primitive and unobsessed gruesome gestures.

It’s like a flood of floating material, floating at his feet, evaporating with a gruesome and stinking heat.

The annual carnival shuddered slowly and bowed, and he found a slimy cortex in that stench of stench, with two fine eyes.

It’s my uncle’s rotten face.

He finally woke up, screamed, crawled and hysteria got out of the house.

“Don’t eat — don’t eat.”

“Waste! I’m sorry.

Six.

But nobody heeded his cries.

He dragged those who were watching the outside into the house with great force, and showed them the blood and blood that was flowing there, and only a few cold and slow faces.

“Who told him to eat so much. I’m sorry.

“The great-uncle himself is greedy, and he eats the flesh uncontrollably, and can ill-treat others. I’m sorry.

“Yeah, so long as you don’t eat the sea, you’ll be fine. Look, I’m fine. I’m sorry.

What are you talking about? Are you blind or something? No more! It’s gonna be like this again! I’m sorry.

The villagers stood in their blood and turned their faces towards him.

“No meat. What do we eat? I’m sorry.

The annual carnival is completely stung.

His mind also appears to have been examined.

He doesn’t know exactly what happened.

I wonder why people are so slow to react.

He ran out of his house and went all crazy down the road, banging on the door. They broke into every house and tried to steal their meat.

“I can’t eat, I can’t eat.”

“He will die, and he will suffer.” I’m sorry.

Without any surprise, he was beaten and swollen and thrown out of the door again and again.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Don’t eat this old meat, eat yours! I’m sorry.

Sitting in the middle of the road, he looked at the slow and restless faces of the surrounding population, and suddenly he realized that their skin had become so strange.

That’s not what farmers face on the back of the ground have to have with them, but it’s as smooth as jade, as oil, as — as too old meat.

It’s finally coming back to life.

Change has long been unwittingly completed.

It’s too late to try to stop — they’ve all eaten too much meat.

He stood up and fell and went outside the village.

He doesn’t know where he’s going.

Just instinctively trying to get away from this nightmare.

At the entrance to the village, he suddenly stopped and looked far away.

There is a team of dozens of people from far away, who are slowly coming towards the village.

He looked at the past and found that the people in the team, while dressed, were not wearing the same clothes as the refugees, but rather leather-made armour and helmets.

They look thin and hungry, but they don’t look like ordinary refugees. The first is a man with a big korma with a red turban, with deep eyes under his high eyebrow.

Most importantly, the men in the ranks hold all kinds of blades.

Is that a soldier?

Yen Kawar is skeptical.

As a silent snake, it slipped to the entrance of the village and went to it, and no one looked at him except the head of the mighty man. But one of the men in the team drew his attention.

It’s Uncle.

I saw him too. Open up and laugh.

“Repent! The Taipei are here! Ha ha ha! I’m sorry.

There’s a gang of bandits in the nearby mountains, but you’ve always known about this.

In earlier years, when he was young and had a leg and foot, Hee-ho used to tell him not to run to the hills outside the village and not to travel to the mountains alone. Hee-ho has fled here, knowing the horrors of the bandits, and has often wondered whether he could escape most of the Qing Zheng or not.

Over the years, there have been rumours in the village about how bandits can stop the looting of property, the looting of houses and how they can be brutal and vicious. After the famine, there were more rumours that they had moved from looting money to outright robbing people, and that they had started killing people for meat, and that the previous days his uncle had feared that he would come after his uncle had fled.

His fears have come true.

The snake-like team slipped silently into the village, starting with the open land at the village ‘ s entrance, surrounded by the leader ‘ s strong man. After the strong man whispered a few words, dozens of bandits broke up in silence and went to various houses in the village. Only the strong man, his uncle and his two deputies stayed.

He was very careful to watch, hiding far away, and did not know what the bandits were trying to do, but it was certainly not a good thing.

After a while, the second uncle suddenly pointed at him, whispered to the strong man, noding at him, signaling to the two deputies, and the two men immediately approached him. He turned his back and tried to escape, but his legs were crippled, and he was chased by two men without three or two steps, one of whom was held in his arms and caught in front of a strong man.

“The soldiers, the soldiers, me, me, me, me”

Raise your hand and leave your mouth shut.

“You have no fear. * He and the glamorous saying *

“…”

“My name is Lee Ho-chul, and as you can see, is a national of his father and brother, the King of Heaven, the Nation of Peace.” I was the old wing king’s chief, and after his command, our remaining brothers went north and fought and retreated, and then retreated to you, in the forest, and became a thief, and you knew him? I’m sorry.

It’s not as gruesome as the rumours of a man’s gentleness and pompousness.

“I heard you were the one who found too old meat, right?”

I’m surprised, I’m looking at my uncle, I’m two seconds shy and I have to go on nodding.

All right, good. Li Ho noded, “We’re here this time, we’re here for that old meat. I’m sorry.

“Soldier, soldier, that’s too old to eat! Don’t eat! It’ll be a disaster! I’m sorry.

Lee Ho-jin, his uncle and his two deputies looked at him and had a look on his face, “I knew you’d say that,” which was even more urgent.

“You don’t believe me and come with me! There was a family in our village who had just been sent down for eating it. They were cursed and cursed. Come with me! Come with me!

Li Ho-chun exchanged his eyes with his uncle, noding his head and signaling the path of the Carver.

On the way he saw Lee Hook-sun’s men evicting his family from his house with knives and placing them at the entrance of the village, he stood up in fear, hoping that the tragedy of his family would put an end to his thoughts — whatever.

He came to his uncle’s house with four men.

“Look, look! Uncle, look! He’s the brother-in-law. I’m sorry.

Yen Kagashi stood at the door of the stove and opened his mouth.

The rivers of blood, meat, stains, skin membranes, and the remains of the cocoon were all gone, even the fainting aunts. The ground is left with only a few shreddings and greasy light.

Li Ho opened up the carnival, rubbed his finger on the ground and smelt it under his nose.

“It’s like a murder, but how can you be sure what it was? I’m sorry.

I did see it.

The year’s carnival covered its head.

And he’s a little skeptical about his memory.

“Even if it is, it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.

Lee Ho-chul stood up and walked away.

“We, the people of heaven, worship the Father of God and the brother of Jesus, both of whom have great gods, and blessed, and who will protect us from the shadows and evils. I’m sorry.

He waved, and two of his deputies were held hostage and five men left the empty house of his uncle and returned to the village.

All the people in the village have been driven to the open and have come together fearlessly.

Li Ho-chul waved his hands and dispersed his men.

He stood in front of the people in the village, and once again showed his glamorous face.

“Friends and fathers, do not be afraid. Our people will neither harm nor harm your lives nor take your money! I’m sorry.

He’s done.

“This visit is to tell you that the kind of meat you have recently shared — that is, the skyfall that was discovered in the days before this brother of the Gavran, belongs to us!” I’m sorry.

“It is our heavenly father who, seeing our people separated from each other, without food or clothing, and with compassion in his heart, has decreed Jesus Christ to bring down this piece of meat for our people to eat. In short, this meat is for our people! It was just a mistake to fall to your village! I’m sorry.

After he had said it, there was a riot in the crowd, and the eyes of doubt and confusion were passing around.

“Do not hide from you that this is a terrible drought from our Father to punish the venom.” So let’s all hand over the meat and give it to us! I’m sorry.

The commotion got worse.

“This is what you want to take from us.” I’m sorry.

Lee Ho-jin kept a nice smile.

“Don’t worry, folks, this isn’t about taking your meat! Uh-the flesh of God, since it has fallen down to your village, it must have been a blessing from God to your village. So, from now on, you’re all nationals of heaven! In our system, no one shall be left to himself, no one shall be left behind, and everyone shall be in peace, and everyone shall be warm. In other words, the meat is included in the Sanctuary and will be distributed to you on a daily basis, in order to feed everyone. I’m sorry.

“I disagree! I’m sorry.

The crowd is again shouting.

The man who just protested, he walked out of the crowd.

Yen Gaewo passed Lee Ho-sun’s shoulder and looked back quietly. He was a foreigner in the village and escaped from the village.

“Friends, don’t be fooled by this bandit! They’re a hell of a country, they’re squirming, they’re snorting. He said, “Equal for all, after you have taken your possessions, and the men have gone forth to suffer and the women have been defiled!” Let’s not believe these people. If we’re strong, fight them! I’m sorry.

The smile on Li Ho’s face faded like a mask.

He raised his head a little, and several of his men approached the man with their guns so that he could not stand up and stab him in silence.

The crowd was horrified and spread back, and the men who had been stung to the ground before they could make any noise were drowned by a rain-stabbing.

The thick, glitter, gray-brown blood came out.

There is blood and silence in the air.

The smile on Lee’s face returns.

Such is the case of those who defile the heavens. Folks, go home and get old. I’m sorry.

Too old to be paid for with great efficiency.

No one dared to resist, nor to hide, and after witnessing the death of a man, it appeared that the insensitive mind of the villagers had been re-activated with splattered blood.

I don’t know why it feels so relieved.

He was also handed over.

At first, he thought that it would lead to the phantom of Hiko disappearing from her home, but the next day she was still there.

She seems to exist independently of the flesh, and as a result, her judgment is increasingly confirmed: She’s just a light illusion.

Li Ho-chul, who is stationed with his men in the auditorium in the east of the village, fulfils his commitment to distribute two thin pieces of meat per head on a daily basis. Most of the people in the village were dissatisfied, but did not dare to resist.

Fontaine is the most disgruntled of them.

One morning, after the carcass woke up, he walked out of the house and found Fontaine sitting in the courtyard, bowing his head at what was on the ground.

“Fondon? Why did you come here without a sound? I’m sorry.

He walked over and discovered that Fontaine was a worm.

The earthworm had already been sunburned by the heat, and had been taken with a branch of a tree, and had to be rolled up and left at his mercy.

“Not enough, brother.”

It’s almost self-evident.

“How can you eat two thin pieces a day? I’m sorry.

How much more do you want? This meat is not supposed to eat, you’ll be like your uncle! I’m sorry.

And Fontaine bowed his head and asked his uncle what he was like, and he just took the branches and stalked the earthworm.

“Not fair. I’m sorry.

He whispered.

“They took the whole village, they ate and drank, and they gave us that. Brother, this was supposed to be me and you. Why did you let them take it? It’s not fair, it’s not fair! I’m sorry.

“What do you want fair? Why do you want so much meat? I’m sorry.

“I want to live forever! I’m sorry.

Fontaine turned his head, and the look on his face was a shock.

“They took my chance to live forever! They’re going to live forever! They only give me two pieces a day, not enough! I can’t live forever! I’m sorry.

“Fun, Futeng…”

Fontaine turned his head back, leaning on the branches, holding on to the struggling earthworms, scrambling it on the ground and cutting it in two segments.

He was staring at two painful earthworms on the ground.

You know what? I hear earthworms are immortal. I’m sorry.

“…what strange things! I’m sorry.

“Who says strange things, earthworms cut in two — isn’t that immortal? I’m sorry.

Fontaine said he stood up and walked to the yard door.

“They can’t take my fairy, brother. I’m sorry.

“I will definitely take it back. I will definitely live forever. I’m sorry.

It took me a long time to look down at the ground after the silence of the young man sent his brother away.

The earthworms did not survive.

Perhaps because they were roasted too long by the sun, they were standing up on the ground and became two earthworms.

7

The days passed in the village.

The share of two tablets a day, although it is a source of many discontent, “but there is something to eat at the end of the day,” is so comforting.

Beyond this small mountain village, there are already thousands of miles of starving roads. The bitter drought has reached its third year, and famine is about to drag the earth to the brink of collapse.

Refugees who are so big and thin as to be hungry often break into the village hungry, kneeling down and begging for food, are blocked by Li Ho-sun’s soldiers, who drive them away, and who are killed with their weight. The people of the village stand at the face of the village without an expression, and occasionally the face flashes contempt and pride.

Their skins became more luminous and obscurous, their noses and noses flatted and their ears greasy. Together, it’s as if it’s going to be something hard to tell. In some cases, the carnival walks on the road and even feels that it is not people who move around, talk, laugh and argue, but other things that make adults.

He was secretly aware of the signs of some kind of upheaval.

He’s scared enough to think about it.

On the evening of that day, the carnival was in bed, and there was an urgent knock on the door. He stood up and opened the door and was one of Lee Ho-suk’s men.

“Big brother wants to ask you something. I’m sorry.

He dared not disobey, but followed his men to the temple.

The temple had long been abandoned and Lee Ho-sun ‘ s men had not been able to clean up and renovate it, but had been scattered and led his men to the temple. Li Ho-chul sat on his laps next to the fractured image of Mille, with a grey and white stone-sized object on the table before the Buddha.

That’s too old.

It melts back together.

Lee Hao turned back and opened his mouth and said, “There are two others who failed to surrender.” I’m sorry.

“Huh? I’m sorry.

“There are two other families that haven’t brought their meat up, and Lee Koo repeats, “Twenty-two, thirty-six households in your village… No, thirty-five mouthmen, right?”

“Yes, yes…”

“That’s it, I’ll only bring up 20 pieces of meat. I’m sorry.

“…”

“There are two other people, one of them a toothless old man and the other one of them in a long shirt. I’m sorry.

As a result of this shock, the two men Li Hoo-chun said.

“What will the General and General do with them like…? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know where they are, but I asked you to bring your brothers back. I’m sorry.

The carnival’s gone.

“No, I don’t know where they are.”

“Well, when you gathered all the people of the village to deliberate on that day, you did not see these two men, perhaps we searched the village and hid it.” I’m sorry.

“If the General has not seen them, how can he know what they look like? I’m sorry.

Lee Ho-chun heard the question and turned back and saw strangely for a moment at his age.

“Someone told me. I’m sorry.

“There is someone? @Ambassah: #Jan25

You don’t have to ask! “I’ll give you a couple of brothers, you help me find them!” So your brother-in-law is the son of an old man? So let him follow. I’m sorry.

He had to walk out of the temple with his men, who had brought in another soldier and pulled his second uncle out of a tent, and four men out of the temple.

“The second uncle’s leg should be so inconvenient that he couldn’t hide it, because your home was on the hillside and it was worn out, and the search of the village was treated as an abandoned house. Uncle, take a soldier to her. I’m sorry.

“What’s the matter with your wife?

Then he led another soldier to the top of the hill, and he had a background for where Meng Su hid.

The village was built around a small hill with an open area of small trees, high and flat, and a good place to see the stars.

The road leading to the top of the mountain was rugged and the two men climbed in silence. As we got to the top, the carnival slipped and almost fell.

He stood firm with the dead tree and looked down at his feet with the dark twilight and found the ground wet.

How can the earth be so wet? He tried to lift his feet, but he found that the grass shoes and the ground had drawn long slime.

It’s not water.

The men behind him made a rush and had to move on.

As it moved, the surrounding environment began to become increasingly alienated, with translucent slime hanging on dead branches and baldness, turning the twilight reflect into a strange red blood. After a while, the carnival felt slid and stepped on something soft, he moved his foot and the ground was covered with a wet eyeball.

“Aah!”

He was hoisting his feet, and his eyeballs were quickly drilled into the earth, but the soldiers behind him did not see them, but they were holding a gun against him.

They went to the hill.

Mengsu was sitting on a wooden stake in the middle of the open land, with two people on their backs and looking to the sky.

The radiant bald tree surrounds him, and above the trees are radiant rainbows, entangled in twisted twilight, and the dead forest acts like a husk.

“Su-soo-soo”?

The year’s carnival screamed with fear.

Monsu heard the screams, but did not turn around.

“Ah, it’s Ka-hwa. Is something wrong? I’m looking at the stars. I’m sorry.

“You, you…”

“Oh, Ka-hwa, I tell you, I’ve seen it all.”

And he lamented and looked upon the great moon of the first.

“I tell you, above the moon, there’s no cold palace, and there’s no pharmacist rabbit. There’s only a pit, a comfy pit, like the face of the ash! There are scars on the pit, as if it were burned, a black piece of a scar, a black dent, a white bulge, a pit, no flat ground! Ugly! Ugly! The moon is such a ugly thing. I’m sorry.

“What do you say, Su-ja? How do you see it? The foreigners can’t see with the magnifying glass. How can you see it? I’m sorry.

“I really saw more than the moon, the Milky Way, the universe. There’s no star in the world, there’s only a big ball of five colours, and there’s a big, big eye on it, and I’m going crazy! I’m sorry.

“There is nothing but a brighter star, and nothing but a black grunt and nothing. It’s like this! It’s so desperate! I’m sorry.

Meng Soo said, slowly turn around.

His face completely stifles the whole body of his carnival.

There’s no other five in that face.

Like pomegranates, the whole head is covered with hundreds of eyeballs, and every eye or “fruit” is so full that it creeps and blinks on the swelling head.

The eyeballs had even spread to his body, and even the dirty and derelict long-shirts were filled with incalculable eyeballs.

He’s completely taken away from his eyes.

The screams of the soldiers finally pulled back the spirit of the carnival and activated his legs, turning around and running down the hill with the soldier, falling, rolling, almost rolling, on the wet, dark road.

The soldiers fled in the direction of the Divine Temple, with their feet unscathed, and the annual Kasha just wanted to continue to flee, with a gruesome cry coming from the other direction.

He looked back and was another soldier with his uncle.

The soldier, who fled to the middle of the village, shouted in words and in pieces:

“Then, the old man! Her son, the monster, the tooth, and the tooth!” I’m sorry.

“What, what? What’s wrong with your uncle’s milk? I’m sorry.

The soldiers did not reply to him again and fled to the temple.

The herds were raised almost uncontrollable and moved in the direction from which the soldiers had fled.

Turn around and look up.

The old house of the brother-in-law’s mother’s family was standing alone on the hillside, with the door open, completely dark and silent, without any light or sound.

Two, two, two, two! I’m sorry.

Uncle? I’m sorry.

He stood down and cried out with courage.

A moment later, the door was turned dark, and the face of the second uncle was ripped out of the darkness and slowly moved towards the door.

He was covered in blood as if a massacre had just taken place. Half-eyed, pale-faced.

Uncle! What have you done? What have you done with your uncle’s milk? I’m sorry.

The second uncle’s face did not answer, except that he moved silently towards the door, and that face gradually became more different and took two steps back.

– Why is his face so close to the ground?

That face almost slipped on the ground.

Did he crawl out?

Even so, the face had a very strange angle, and his neck was dark down and he saw nothing.

As the light draws closer and the dark side of the face moves, a strange contour emerges.

It’s a skinny beast on the ground.

The annual carnival is a few steps back.

The second uncle’s face … To be precise, he was bitten by the head and finally completely found outside the door. The beasts with his head finally showed up in the moonlight.

That’s second uncle’s milk.

At least used to be.

Her arms and legs turned into hairy, bloody feet, toes and fingers into knife-like claws, and her breath into a hungry grunt of beasts.

Her body had nearly doubled, making her thin body thinner, on the back of a rugged rib that almost pierced her body, and she had a strange “shaw” on her back, and it was only by looking at her body that she was afraid to find that it was not a cape — it was the skin that was broken when the body was transformed.

She became a fleshless, skinless beast.

The most horrible place is the mouth.

She’s got fangs all over her mouth.

The hundreds of cold, staggered, bloody teeth will be full of terrors.

Suen Gaewo suddenly remembered what he had heard before.

“I’d like to have another pair of good teeth when the beast comes back. I’m sorry.

She finally had teeth.

Finally.

The second uncle’s milked beast threw out his head while making a terrible grunt out of his belly and slowly swaying towards him.

He turned around and ran away, and the beast ran and ran. His legs are already heavy as lead — and how can a beast with four legs run through his legs, even if he is physically disabled? Soon he heard the roaring near the feet and the heat of licking the neck.

The beast fell down on the ground with the old carnival, and the horrid mouth weapon, which had gone to extremes, was in front of him.

He saw the interlocking, entrapd, rolling, as if there were countless blood teeth like meat grinders.

And he waited for death in despair, but suddenly over his head was an empty sound, followed by the cries of the beast.

Nen Gacko opened his eyes and rose up and found that the road ahead was set on fire and that the first man was bowing.

Lee Ho-chul and his men.

The beasts roared, biting the arrows that pierced their shoulders, leaped up high, jumped on the slopes next to them, climbed a dead tree and escaped from the arrows of Lee Hoe.

It twitched between the dead and the dead, using the trees and the terrain to avoid the arrows of the rain, it quickly approached Li Ho-sun’s troops, then jumped from a dead tree, fell one of the soldiers and bit them with the mouth open.

The soldier’s face was ripped off like an old cake.

Screamed back on the cliff.

The soldier, with his last filament, threw his arrows into the chest of the beast.

Kill! Kill…

Li Ho-chul shouted loudly, and numerous long-gun swords were stabbing the beast from all sides, stabbing it into a beehive with the soldiers under it.

The beasts were roaring, scrambling their limbs on the ground and scrambling the earth. The blades fell like rain, and finally the last bit of it was pushed into the blood.

The annual carnival supports the tremors of the legs and looks at the bodies of vague, undifferentiated flesh and blood.

It’s dead.

My uncle’s mother…

“And what about the other?”

Lee Hao turned his red eyes.

“Where is the other?”

The gravitational gravitational graft towards the top of the mountain.

“Take the road. I’m sorry.

He was held back by Lee Ho-chul’s knife and walked back up the hill with a limp.

And the mountains have been filled with green eyes.

They are attached to the dead branches, bled under the roots and rocks, floating in the thick of slime, even floating in the middle of the air, dragging around the faceless optic nerve.

Li Koo-kun still does not see much look on his face, as if he had no fear of the deformity in front of him, but it is clear that his eyelids are shaking.

He’s trying to control his face muscles.

Not to mention his men.

They went to the top of the mountain, surrounded by blood, and Meng Su-shik’s figure had disappeared, and there was only one carnival object covered with big and big eyes.

“What about the bookseller? I’m sorry.

Li Ho-Chun.

And when the sheaths looked at the tremors of the meatballs, he answered with a whisper, “There it is. I’m sorry.

Li Ho noded and waved at his men.

“Burn. I’m sorry.

And that night the blazing fire spread over the whole mountain.

The eyeballs of the mountains melted and burst into flames, and made the sound of twilight and twilight, sprayed out the slime of the sky, and were then burned into a pile of charcoal that knew no one.

The annual carnival stands in the light of the dawn, staring at the blistered hills.

Mon Soo’s… is dead.

8

He walked home like a ghost.

Pushing the door open, Hee-ho remained standing in the yard as usual.

“Kawa, what do you want?”

Stop it! I’m sorry.

The hysteria of the year was loud.

“What the hell are you doing? What are you looking at in this poor and barren village? Please, tell me what you want to do or die, and let me know! I’m sorry.

He was facing him with his calm face, as usual. It’s just a little bit too much.

“We are the fifth planet from this galaxy. I’m sorry.

“What, what?”

Open your mouth.

Galaxy? Planets?

Two more words from her mouth he never heard.

“You don’t need to know so clearly, Ka-hwa. All you need to know is that we’re from the stars outside. The star is also called Jupiter and the Star of Age. I’m sorry.

“The stars and the stars are so big that they can live?” What do you mean, “you”? I’m sorry.

He did not heed his questions, but did continue on his own.

“Our homeland is a completely gaseous, coloured, gas planet, without an inch of land. We were born in the stratosphere, rich in methane and water vapour, in micro-organisms. I’m sorry.

“…”

“It’s so bad that you can’t imagine it, Ka-won. Tens of thousands of miles of big storms, thousands and tens of thousands of years of scratching, filled with thunder and flames, will die as soon as they get involved. I’m sorry.

“We can only survive in the middle of a storm. So when we were born, there was only one purpose — to escape. Together, we have evolved from the chemical energy engine to the unblemished space by burning a part of ourselves to escape and freeing ourselves from the gravitational constraints of our homeland. I’m sorry.

The breath was long.

After that, there was a wandering. I’m sorry.

“…”

The words of Hee-ho, like the book of heaven, make the gravitation a cloud, and have no understanding of a word. But somehow he didn’t think she was lying.

“Kawa, did you just say you’re poor and infertile? I’m sorry.

“Isn’t it?”

He leaned down and grabbed a piece of dry mud, and put it in his hand, snuggled, and shook his head.

“It’s not like that. You’re the richest, most fertile place I’ve ever seen. I’m sorry.

“…don’t fucking bullshit! I’m sorry.

“I’m not lying to you. Yes, you are now suffering from drought, starving to death, but it has nothing to do with the whole ecosystem. You’ve got the soil, and this layer contains the most likely minerals and organic matter. Just one rain, one flood, can grow anything — any life can grow again. I’m sorry.

“…”

“Kawa, do you know how envious we are? If there’s something like this at home…

The dirt in the hand, the real enviable look on the face.

“I tell you, where is the true poor and barren?” I’m sorry.

“Where…”

Hee-ho, put your hands up your finger.

“The sky?”

“The outside of heaven. I’m sorry.

“Oh, my God. I’m sorry.

“That’s true despair and coldness, Kawar. Nothing. Not even a little light. There is nothing but endless darkness and endless space. And that which befell you is nothing more than that which befell us. I’m sorry.

“…and you came to us to take over our land. I’m sorry.

The Hieyoshio shakes his head.

“No, we don’t have a king. It’s not really for us. We need more aerobics. It’s just a place to go. It’s a million years’ journey. I’m sorry.

“We fall down, we take some water, organics, and so forth, and then we rest for decades and then we continue to look for the stars that fit us. But somehow it’s probably because we’re coming together in a form that looks like a high-nutrient here. I’m sorry.

“…the meat? I’m sorry.

Hiko nod his head.

“So we will always be eaten by you, but unlike your genetics spiral, you will eat us, neither digested nor decomposed into material of use to you, just a little bit of your body.” I’m sorry.

“To occupy…”

The words are repeated in cold and sweaty fashion.

He was watching him quietly.

“In this case, we have no other way but to plan and change you to the right form.” I’m sorry.

“Able? What’s appropriate? I’m sorry.

Ki-ho didn’t answer.

“We’re helping you to evolve, Kawar. She said with the sound of the emptiness.

“Jinhua what the hell is Jinhua?”

” Evolution. I’m sorry.

I repeat it word for word.

“It’s what I want to be.” I’m sorry.

“…”

“Tigers and wolves want meat, they evolve fangs, and male peacocks try to attract female peacocks, and they evolve the tails of the wreath. I’m sorry.

“So, you mean…”

The eyelids of Nen Kasha jumped, and he remembered the mouths of the second uncle’s milk and the rough teeth, and the eyeballs of Meng Su-chul with all his face.

Hiko nod his head.

“Yes, I helped them evolve. I’m sorry.

“The second uncle wanted teeth, and I grew them, and the show wanted to see the stars more clearly, and I helped him to develop enough eyes. I’m sorry.

“It would have taken millions of years, tens of millions of years, in your evolutionary pattern, to have evolved that way. But we are creatures born in that stormy cloud, and our evolution is rapidly changing — there’s no way to survive in that place before we get there, so we can help you to evolve fast. I’m sorry.

“…and then?”

The annual carnival tremor.

“And what are you gonna do? What are you gonna do with us? I’m sorry.

He heard it, and tumbled, and did not answer.

“What are you going to do when you make us all look like fit?” And what about Fontaine? You said you helped us evolve. What about Fontaine? Did you help him… evolved? You helped him live forever? I’m sorry.

Hee-ho was silent and had a bitter laugh.

“Kawa, no creature can live forever. I’m sorry.

“Sleep, Kawal,” she said, “as for Fontaine, you should know soon.” I’m sorry.

Annual Carnival spent an almost sleepless night.

The following morning, there was a knock outside the door, and Yen Kae opened the door and remained under Lee Ho-sun’s command.

“As ordered by the Lord, gather all men at the entrance of the village. I’m sorry.

What is it?

“Go and find out. I’m sorry.

He had to follow the soldiers to the village entrance. Lee and his men had been waiting in the open, and after the village had been gathered, Lee had coughed up his throat, with a sword and staff, and said:

“We have many laws and regulations, but one word is the same and the other is the same!” The same food, the same fields, the same clothes, the same hardship and the same treatment for the guilty! Whoever is male or female, old or young, a judge, a citizen, a relative or a minor, and whosoever transgresses, without exception, shall be punished by law. Bring it!

Li Ho-Kun’s men dragged up a man and a woman, who appeared to be his pawns, wearing clothes on them and a widow in the village.

“These two men are private men who have corrupted the ethics of men and women. I’m sorry.

The two deputies raised their knives, brushed them down, and their heads fell cleanly on the ground.

The villagers whispered, and suddenly the small fingers of the carnival twitched.

An extremely cold and ominous feeling is slowly rising from the bottom of his feet, entangling his body like a snake.

After the body was towed, two more were brought up, this time by two pawns.

“These two…”

Lee Ho-Kul was watching his men.

“The food rations of the subordinates are withheld and the sacred meat is being stolen in collusion with the intention of taking possession. How can I allow such a man who has no law?

Two more knives dropped.

The body was also removed quickly.

Next, the fifth person was dragged up.

The annual carnival was tremors and suffocated by fear of poison.

It’s Fontaine.

Fudun was pressed on the ground by two soldiers, staring at him with a birdy look.

“Funty, Fontaine!”

He shouted out, with the intention of rushing out of the crowd, but he was held by a taxi near him. Li Ho used his spare light to take a look at him and turn his eyes away.

“This man, who had infiltrated the military camp the previous night with the intention of stealing the whole holy flesh, was fortunate to have been discovered by us and failed. It’s so greedy! By law…

I didn’t steal! I didn’t steal! I’m sorry.

Fontaine struggled to shout.

He was hung back by two pawns, pushed into the mud, and his legs were hysteriad and howled.

“I didn’t steal! I didn’t steal! It was ours. It was ours! They took it, brother! I didn’t steal it! I’m sorry.

“According to the law, beheaded. I’m sorry.

Lee Ho-sun’s peaceful sentencing has frozen the last will of Yen Kawo.

A few pawns pushed up a simple knife to put on it the desperate and struggling Fontaine, and, with a sounding, the blade fell heavy and divided his body into two.

The screams didn’t ring immediately.

The first half of Fontaine’s body fell on the ground, and its contents were like a entanglement of earthworms, which came out and ran out of the ground.

He raised the upper half of his body with his hands, with even a confused look on his face and looked back. I saw myself lying on the other side of the knife and after a slight convulsion in the lower half.

It’s the sound of a scream.

“I didn’t steal! I didn’t steal! I’m sorry.

Fontaine was wailing, crawling, and his intestines were dragged behind his back, as though he had a hairy brush, and he painted a crazy lawn on the ground.

“I didn’t steal, I didn’t steal…”

He struggled, shouted, crawled, didn’t mean anything, like a dancing earthworm. The crowd, together with Li Ho, saw the chicken and the white, and nobody noticed it — the second half of Fontaine twitched for a while and stood up.

This was first discovered in the upper half of Fontaine, where he turned and crawled with joy in the crowd’s chaos.

“I didn’t steal it, I didn’t steal it! I can’t die! I can’t die! Ha ha ha ha! I’m sorry.

Lee Ho-chul took the knife, cut it off, put his hands on it and cut his head off.

His skull rolled to the side, and his body shivered, and he stopped moving.

But it’s not over.

All of a sudden, all of a sudden, the three sides of the body of Fontaine sprang out of their mouths a large number of grey and white filamental objects, and those fine, hairy microfilms began to produce a large number of muscles, limbs and organs at a frightening rate.

From the lower part of his body, he began to extract his spine — not one, but several, entangled and crowded in a narrow pelvis, with the blood swollen, swollen and piled up along those spines.

When he lost his head, he began to grow a wide range of submersible submersibles from the abdomen, men, women, pigs and dogs, cattle and sheep, and all kinds of deviant limbs that could not even be called by a name, but which were young and small, were as young as the first-born baby or calves, and leaned against each other, unable to stand up at all, and were slapping like fish on the ground.

His neck has also begun to grow out of his head — the same as the young head of the baby and the calf — but it has become more confused, all organs and tissues have been completely lost, and you and I have been hanging together indiscriminately to form a massive, multi-purpose head tumor. This is a wave of terror and chaos.

As for his head, he also had small, dense legs from the neck of his head, like an ant pack carrying food, holding his head through a screaming crowd, crawling all the way down to the strangulations of the year in fear.

“I didn’t steal, I didn’t steal. I’m sorry.

Fontaine’s head stopped at the foot of the carnival.

“It was ours, immortality, I didn’t steal…”

His head turned upside down.

Fire, fire! I’m sorry.

Li Ho was shouting behind him.

The annual gravitational shears raised their heads and saw soldiers pouring oil on the struggling lower and upper parts, and then setting them on fire, and the two amputees pounced and rolled in flames, with their childish limbs plunging towards the sky.

He looked down and looked to Fontaine’s head.

Fontaine’s head was looking at him with sadness, and his mouth was full of despair.

“I didn’t steal, brother. I didn’t steal. I’m sorry.

The annual carnival closes its eyes and tears fall on its face.

“You didn’t steal. You didn’t steal. I’m sorry.

Li Zhou walked in, stabbed him through the head of Fontaine, followed by soldiers who poured oil and set fire.

For a long time, the eyes of the old carcass were opened, and only a black head was seen on the earth.

Fontaine’s dead.

9

Then he came back to his house, and fell down on the bed, weeping in the night, and groaning. It was not long before he fell asleep, and when he woke up, He found him sitting next to the bed.

“I’m sorry, Ka-hwa. I didn’t expect this to happen. I can’t predict that, I–“

“How will I die?”

I’m sorry to interrupt her.

“What happens to this village?”

Hee-ho was silent and slowly stood up.

“Get some rest, Ka-hwa. I’m sorry.

“Don’t worry, it’s almost over. I’m sorry.

“I’ve talked to him. I’m sorry.

– Who does he mean?

He wanted to ask, but again he fell asleep again.

Time continues to pass silently.

It’s becoming more weird and weird every day.

The sky is beaming with golden rainbows, and the cold blood fog is between the alley and the field.

The village can still see the swaying villagers, moving in between the mists of blood, making an unknown noise. Their faces were already confused and their faces were running like wax. From time to time, the streets are blown up, completely melted into dust and white mud, flowing and condensing on the ground. Others have little reaction, but have limped with no God.

The mud and tumours have taken over the entire village and are silted on the side of the road, stuck on walls, climbing on dead branches, running, breeding, silting, dripping, in which the various faces and limbs that have not yet been fully dissolved are mixed and wrinkled under the light of the golden sun.

The same as he saw in that nightmare a long time ago.

And one day he even saw on a wall the faces of his brother-in-law and his aunt-in-law, half-dissolved. Where are they hiding? When did they move here? This is not the case.

He continued to walk out of the house with a stick on his back, avoiding the lame bodies and the silt.

Find snakes, find water.

He knew there was no point in doing so.

But he went out day after day.

I’m just trying to escape from this village, which is rotting and dissolving.

Almost a day later, there was a knock from the door, and he went over and opened the door and was under Lee Ho-sun’s command.

The tear on the face of his man is already very serious, and the five officials are all over the place.

In the middle of the year, the men passed through the red fog village and came to the temple.

He crossed the gate and walked a few steps, but found his men behind him and turned his head confused.

“Soldier–“

There’s no sign of his men behind him.

There was only a pile of coats falling on the ground, and there was a warm, slow flow of mud.

“…”

He turned faceless and headed for the temple.

No one is seen in the tents, but the mud and the tumours that are silt, some of which are slowly turning into the familiar cylindrical form, and the more we walk to the temple, the more we see on the side of the road.

The annual carnival walk into the temple.

Li Ho-sun still sits in front of the fallen Buddha statue, staring at the front desk.

The piece of meat on the table has also been melted and turned into a muddy coagulant.

Lee Ho-jin heard footsteps and turned around.

His face remained clear and the five officials were not at all different.

“Brother Ka Wah, come and sit. I’m sorry.

He shot the ground next to the clapping.

Yen Casper goes over and sits next to him. Lee Hao handed over a bowl of clear liquid, a bowl on the slop, he hesitated and dried up — nothing.

Just water, not wine.

“There’s no food to make wine,” Lee-ho smiled and said, “There’s only water to drink.” I’m sorry.

“…”

“Are you from around here?” I’m sorry.

“…to the general, the small family is working in this land. I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

Li Ho noded his head.

“My family was once a farmer, growing sugar cane in Hainan. I’m sorry.

“…”

“O bitterness…”

Lee Ho-Mung sighs.

“A year and a half, the rice didn’t go down a few times, the mother died of malaria, and I was killed by soldiers from the land. Then I couldn’t pay the rent, the government took our land, and Dad couldn’t stop it, so he took me to the mainland. When we went to the ferry, we passed by a giant sugar cane that was piled up with sugar cane, red sugar, bright and bright, and I’ve never seen it. I asked Dad, isn’t that our sugar cane? My dad never answered me. I’m sorry.

“…”

“Have you thought about it? Why do we grow farmers have to eat and drink so much as those who never come down to eat and drink? Why do we farmers starve for miles and miles in a drought, and those who are officials and lords still have the power to drink and sing and dance? I don’t know if you’ve thought about it, but I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. I’m sorry.

“And then I found my brothers who thought the same thing, and I followed their leader, that’s what you should know. That bandit, Wang Hong Su-chan. I’m sorry.

“The Lord of heaven has told us that there is in the heavens a Father, the Most High, the Most Beneficent, who sent down to us to establish a kingdom in the heavens on earth. There is no brother or sister, equal in all things. I guess that’s what I’ve always wanted. I fought with the King. We fought for about two or three years. We entered Zenging and built the Pacific. I’m sorry.

Lee Ho-chul said this, and suddenly he smiled, and his face was so grumpy.

“When I entered the Kingdom, it was about three months, and I followed the King of the Wings to visit him at the temple. Guess what I saw? I’m sorry.

What?

“I saw him in the gold of his jade building with a feast that lasted hundreds of metres. The table is full of pearls, and countless beautiful people are singing. He and the King of the East, the North, the King of the North and the King each took a princess and sat in that hall and drank and had fun! I’m sorry.

“…”

“I knew at that moment that the kingdom of heaven was a dream.” Three years later, I left with the King of Wings, and six years later, the King of Wings served us, who ended up being bandits and soldiers, dispersing from each other. I’m sorry.

Lee Ho has long lamented.

“Why do you think this is about, Brother Garowe? I’m sorry.

“What, what?”

“We farmers just want to eat their own rice and drink a bowl of our own wine. How can it be so difficult, huh? I’m sorry.

“…”

Lee Ho-jin again lamented with a bitter smile on his face.

“I don’t want to build any more heavenly kingdoms, Garwood Brothers. It’s time to wake up. I’m sorry.

“General, General…”

“I intend to go there. I’m sorry.

Li Ho-chul raised his hand and pointed to a hole in the top of the temple.

“The sky, the sky?”

“Outside the sky. I’m sorry.

Lee Hao is pointing at a huge star dome entangled by clouds and clouds outside the hole.

“He told me there’s a world out there, and I’m going to follow him there and my brothers are going with me. I’m sorry.

“He, he is…”

“Oh, Wing King.”

Lee Koo turned his head and looked to the annual Kaewo.

“What I see is Wing King, what you see… I’m sorry.

“I see a dead wife.” I’m sorry.

“Oh. I’m sorry.

“But, General, Hee-ho — the dead wife once said that there was nothing but endless black holes, thousands of years and tens of thousands of years without a stone. You, you really want to…

Lee Ho-chul heard that, slowly turning back and looking back at the sky outside the hole.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing. I’m sorry.

“Is there really nothing?”

“Really, really, not even the earth. I’m sorry.

Li Hok looks at the sky and falls into a long silence.

So long, he suddenly nods his head. I’m sorry.

“Huh? I’m sorry.

“Yes!”

He said it out loud again.

“No, nothing is better! I’m sorry.

“There’s nothing, there’s no rich or poor, there’s no exploitation of oppression, there’s no peasants and the Emperor! I’m sorry.

“Beside that day, we will all be equal and equal, never and never again! I’m sorry.

Lee Ho-Kin stood up.

The house is full of joyous laughs.

“Yes! Okay.

“General, General…”

“The kingdom is gone!” Today, I will establish here a true kingdom! It’s called “The Fatherland!” I’m sorry.

And by this cry, then suddenly the condensation on the table recedes.

It slowly strips off the table, melts into a muddy ball, floats into the air, spirals up and rises towards the gap at the top of the temple.

Lee Koo turned his head and looked to the annual Kaewo.

“Do you plan to follow me?” I’m sorry.

“I, I…”

Li Ho Nod.

“I understand that this is not an option. I’m sorry.

He breathed deeply and smiled.

“Well, bye-bye, Carver. I’m sorry.

His face came down.

At last, the body will no longer be able to maintain its form, to become a muscular mud that flows from all over the garments. And — very soon, under some form of unknown suction, floats and rolls towards the mudballs on the roof.

They collide, break through the top of the temple and rise up to the sky.

There was a thunderstorm in the ground, and a thunderstorm.

As he ran out of the shattering temple, he discovered that the mud and the raisins were also slowly being removed from the ground, branches and walls, and that the mudballs were being transferred to the heavenly house like the sea of Bagawana.

What do you remember?

# And joy and joy! #

He pulled his legs and ran outside the temple door.

On the way, numerous mudslides rose from various parts of the village, vortexing towards the giant ball behind him, and several villagers who had not yet become mudslides were drawn by that gravity and screamed over his head.

He looked to the sky and swam in the dark clouds with dragon-like golden thunders, the blood of the sky covered with blood, and drew countless strange and dim white marks. The sky on the top of a muddy ball appears to have been plunged into a big hole, and the glittering starlight is radiant through the clouds.

He ran and ran with the wind and thunder, and ran into his yard, shouting, “Hoe-ho! I’m sorry.

The sound of the sting comes from behind.

“I’m here, Kawal.”

The herd turned around, and her ears stood behind him in peace, and the violent storm did not even blow her hair.

“All finished, Ka-hwa. I’m sorry.

“Thanks to Lee Ho-sun and the soldiers he brought, they had a strong desire to come with me outside the day. Let me accelerate their evolution. I’m sorry.

“There is enough material for now, and everyone has changed to a suitable form of interstellar travel, and we are ready to go. I’m sorry.

“Siho! Then I, I…

Hiko’s face is sad.

“I can’t take you with me, Kawo. You never wanted anything. I’m sorry.

“You don’t want to be strong, you don’t want to be smart, you don’t want to live long, you don’t want to live long, I haven’t been able to change you, so I can’t take you with me. I’m sorry.

Suddenly, the gravitational gravitational shrunk, with his random stomach tumbled and he fell down on his knees, threw up in Haiti and threw up three piles of grey and white pieces mixed with slime.

That was the first three pieces of meat he ate.

“Oh-ho, I think! I want you.”

“I know. I’m sorry.

Hee-ho is at peace.

“It wasn’t until a while ago that I reacted, and what you wanted was me — Hee-ho. I’m your wish. You want me to live. I’m sorry.

She rubbed her eyes and had a sad smile on her face.

“But I can’t help you with that wish, Kawar. What you see is just an illusion taken from your memory. The real Hee-ho is dead, and I cannot bring her back to life, which is beyond my power. I’m sorry.

I, Woo-ho, I…

A long groaning and tears of soybeans fell from her face.

“You must live, Kawar. I’m sorry.

“You have to live and find another daughter-in-law, you have to have a healthy, fat doll with her, and you have to have more. You have to live from generation to generation, Kawar. I’m sorry.

“Bye, Kawo. Goodbye.”

And when a wind swirled, and the sand in it went into the eyes of the old morn, and he cried, and opened his eyes again, the shadow of the ears was gone.

Hee-ho!

Hee-ho! I’m sorry.

The mud ball suddenly stopped moving over the far acoustic temple, and the wind and thunder stopped.

All the mud has been remitted to it.

All the villagers in the village, all the troops Li Ho-sun and all the living beings of the land have gathered together.

The sound of the sky is blowing.

The mud ball blew up from the middle.

The massive looting swelled and covered the entire village.

The annual carnival stands on the ground and looks at the giants above their heads.

He doesn’t know what it looks like.

Its face cannot be described in words at all.

The golden cloud is surrounded by it as a cloak of radiant light, and the stars of the sky are encircled behind its head as if it were the crown of the universe.

It has hundreds of dark tentacles at the end, and it grows thousands of hands long, white and gentle, and its head — or, like, a triangle of its head — without any organ that can be called mouth or nose, only an empty hole to the inside.

As it was long ago, staring at his eyes.

And in the midst of the eyes of the year’s gravitational grains of stars covered with clouds, he found it in the same shape as the recollection of the radiant ears.

With the elegance and slowness that are characteristic of the giants, it has opened four wings of the sky, swaying out of them with the long rainbows, and shrouding out of them, with a bright dome of light.

The hot air swept over the hill.

At the end of the day, the house was caught on the door of the house, and for the last time, in a hot wind, the wings were blown up.

It was stained with radiance, and it flew towards the sky, and a moment later it disappeared into the sky and became a shining star.

He fell down and fainted.

10

When he woke up again, he only saw the hot sun and the earth, the dry.

Everything else has disappeared, everything in this village.

The annual carnival rises.

And he sat on the ground, looking for a moment at the blue sky and the naked earth.

He found his own wood, and came out of his ruins of his house, carrying his shoulders and limping out of the yard where the wall had disappeared.

He’s going to find the snake and find the water.

He doesn’t know if he can find it or how long he can live.

When the three pieces of meat come out, hunger begins to bite again, and perhaps soon it will fall down and become dust.

But it’s okay.

It’s okay, even if he’s dead.

Everything’s gonna be okay.

As long as the sun is rising and falling.

As long as the river continues to flow towards the sea.

As long as this land is still there, the soil is still there — everything can grow again.

That’s when he suddenly felt his nostrils wet.

There’s something cold down there.

And he raised his head and looked to the sky, and the clouds covered, pouring a cold wind into his garments, and falling down in the sky a piece of the clitoris.

– It’s raining.

Author: Hyun-ho

Case number: YX01OXrkqaaKpaolb

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.