Body command feeding world

Dusk, like a coarse cloth soaked in ink, pressed heavily on the edge of Qinglu Mountain outside Yuying Middle School, completely enveloping the desolate road in the urban-rural fringe.

This is a blank area where the city meets the wild mountains. On one side is an asphalt road that ends here, with broken streetlights and dangling wires like dying spider webs; on the other side is a barren slope on the outskirts of Qinglu Village, where weeds grow wildly to waist height and shrubs are dense. Few people come here on weekdays, except in the evening when a few deliverymen and workers coming off the night shift will hurry through this desolate path.

The wind was cool, but not the refreshing coolness of autumn. Instead, it carried a damp, putrid, and chilling feeling, like the dampness of rotten animal bones mixed with mud. It darted around the ground, scraped against the skin, and inexplicably raised goosebumps, sending a chill down to the very marrow of one's bones.

Old Zhou twisted the handlebars of his electric scooter, his knuckles turning white from the force. The night light on the dashboard illuminated his wrinkled face, and the cold sweat on his forehead mingled with the evening breeze, making him shiver.

He was a steelworker at a nearby construction site, 54 years old, and lived in Qinglu Village. He took this deserted road every day after get off work, and had been doing it for at least half a year. He could ride it with his eyes closed. But today, he felt uneasy, as if something was watching him. His back felt heavy, and he couldn't breathe.

"This is weird..." Old Zhou muttered under his breath, raising his hand to wipe his face. "Why does this wind feel like ice shards?"

Old Zhao, a fellow worker in the back seat, wrapped his coat tighter, hunched his shoulders, and looked around anxiously. "Old Zhou, how about we take a detour? I have a feeling something's off about this place. Smell it, this smell is exactly the same as the smell when we dug up the mass grave at our construction site, it's awful."

Old Zhou was also a little nervous, but when he glanced at his phone, it was already 7:30 pm. His wife had been urging him to come home several times, and taking the detour would add another forty minutes to his journey. He gritted his teeth, twisted the throttle, and said, "What's there to be afraid of? It's just the smell of decaying grass in the wild. I'll get home as soon as I get there. What's there to be afraid of on this lousy road? It's not like I've driven it before."

Despite saying that, his voice trembled slightly, and his gaze unconsciously swept over the dark grass by the roadside, as if he felt that something was hiding there, staring at him without moving.

Just then, under the dim streetlights ahead, a young man in a yellow delivery uniform walked towards them. There were still undelivered takeout orders in his bicycle basket. He had his helmet on and was walking quickly, looking very anxious.

It was Xiao Sun, a deliveryman from a nearby station. He was just over twenty years old and worked late into the night every day to earn more money. Lao Zhou had seen him several times and considered him familiar.

"Little Sun! Still driving so late?" Old Zhou rang his bicycle bell and greeted him.

Xiao Sun stopped and turned around. His face was as white as paper, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were filled with lingering fear. When he saw Lao Zhou and Lao Zhao, he rushed over as if grasping at a straw, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Uncle Zhou! Uncle Zhao! You...you've finally come! We can't go any further ahead!"

"What's wrong?" Old Zhao immediately tensed up. "What's up ahead? Has the road collapsed, or are there bad guys?"

Xiao Sun swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Fear made him stammer, "N-no, it wasn't a bad person...it was...it was something! I was riding my bike past just now, and a monster jumped out of the bushes. It looked like a dog, but it wasn't. It was all black and bluish-gray, covered in scales, had red eyes, and black liquid dripping from its mouth. It scared me to death!"

"A monster?" Old Zhou frowned, assuming the young man was just confused. "What monster? Is it a stray dog? There are plenty of stray dogs around Qinglu Mountain. Are you seeing things?"

"It wasn't a stray dog! Absolutely not!" Xiao Sun shook his head violently, his voice suddenly rising, almost crying. "Stray dogs aren't that scary! That thing was more than half a person's height, covered in hard scales like iron, its claws scratching the ground with a sizzling sound, and its teeth were incredibly long. When its saliva dripped onto the grass, the grass turned black and rotted instantly! I almost got pounced on, and I had to pedal like a madman to get here!"

He grew increasingly frightened as he spoke, pointing towards the barren slope ahead, his whole body trembling uncontrollably: "That thing is lying in the bushes up ahead. I heard it; it's panting heavily, the sound is very muffled, like a broken bellows... Uncle Zhou, let's not go that way, let's take a detour, quickly take a detour!"

Old Zhao felt uneasy at what he said and subconsciously hid behind Old Zhou: "Old Zhou, why don't you listen to the kid and take a detour? We don't want to run into anything unclean."

Old Zhou, who had lived most of his life, neither believed in gods nor ghosts. He simply thought that his son, Sun, was young and timid, and had been frightened by the wild dogs. In addition, he was in a hurry to get home, so he became a little impatient.

"Alright, alright, stop scaring yourself. What monster? It's just a big stray dog, you're making it sound like it's some kind of supernatural being." Old Zhou waved his hand, twisted the handlebars, and was about to charge forward. "I want to see what kind of thing dares to block my way. I'll smash it with a wrench if necessary!"

"Don't go! Uncle Zhou, don't go!" Xiao Sun reached out to pull the back seat of the electric scooter, but it was too late. Old Zhou's electric scooter had already sped off, its headlights piercing the darkness and illuminating the dark bushes ahead.

Xiao Sun was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet, and Lao Zhao's face was also pale. The two of them stood there, unable to move forward or backward.

As Lao Zhou rode his bike, he was actually a little apprehensive. The deliveryman, Xiao Sun, had described things so realistically that it didn't seem like a lie. He gripped the adjustable wrench hanging under the seat, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The electric bike's headlights swept across the weeds, bushes, and rocks, making everything seem ordinary.

"What? There's nothing there..."

Before the words were even finished, the light suddenly shone on something.

Just three meters ahead, a figure about half a person's height suddenly darted out from behind the bushes and blocked the middle of the road.

Old Zhou's heart suddenly stopped at that moment.

That wasn't a stray dog ​​at all.

Its entire body was covered in bluish-black scales, which gleamed with a greasy and cold light under the lamp. The scales were rough and hard, like pieces of rusted iron spliced ​​together. Its limbs were thick and strong, and the tips of its claws gleamed with a dark light. With each step, it left deep claw marks on the ground, with black dirt stuck in the crevices of its claws. Its head was shaped like a wild dog, but larger. Its eyes were blood red, devoid of any spirit, only pure bloodlust and madness. Two rows of sharp fangs protruded from its lips, and black saliva dripped constantly from between its teeth. The saliva fell on the asphalt road, making a faint "sizzling" sound and corroding small black spots.

A strong, nauseating stench hit him, ten times stronger than the previous foul odor, assaulting his nostrils and making Old Zhou dizzy and nauseous.

This is the monster that Xiao Sun was talking about.

At this moment, the monster was staring intently at Lao Zhou, emitting a low, fierce "woof" sound from its throat. A chilling aura spread wildly from it, instantly enveloping Lao Zhou. The cold was not the cold of the weather; it was a chill that could penetrate the skin, the blood vessels, and the cracks in the bones, like countless ice needles piercing through his entire body in an instant, making his limbs stiff and unable to move even his fingers.

Rotten teeth kill dogs.

The lowest-ranking evil beast born from the erosion of Qinglu Mountain by evil miasma has no intelligence and only knows how to hunt blood. The body temperature and aura of mortals are the most tempting prey signals to it.

Old Zhou was terrified, his mind went blank. All his composure, impatience, and disbelief were shattered in that moment, leaving only primal fear. He tried to twist the accelerator to escape, but his arm was as stiff as a stone and wouldn't obey him; he tried to shout, but his throat was blocked, and he couldn't make a sound; he tried to pick up a wrench to defend himself, but his fingers couldn't even bend.

He was just an ordinary steelworker, spending his whole life carrying bricks and twisting steel bars. The fiercest thing he had ever seen was the vicious dogs on the construction site. He had never seen such a monster that seemed to have crawled out of hell.

The fragility of mortals was laid bare at this moment.

Without power or the means to resist, they didn't even have the right to run away from the ferocious beast.

"Woo-hoo!"

Enraged by the human aura emanating from Lao Zhou, the Rotting Fang Demon Dog stomped its hind legs off the ground, its massive body leaping into the air as it lunged at Lao Zhou, its foul-smelling saliva spraying through the air and its sharp fangs aimed directly at his neck.

"No--!"

Old Zhou finally managed to squeeze out a piercing scream, but the sound was immediately drowned out by the howling of the vicious dog.

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It was the sound of flesh being torn apart by fangs, dull and bloody.

The screams abruptly stopped.

The electric scooter crashed heavily to the ground, its dashboard shattered, and the lights flickered a few times before going out completely. Darkness instantly swallowed everything, leaving only the muffled thud of a vicious dog gnawing and an overwhelming, pungent stench that permeated the desolate road.

Not far behind, Xiao Sun and Lao Zhao witnessed this scene.

Xiao Sun was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, covering his mouth with his hands, afraid to make a sound. Tears streamed down his face, and his body trembled like a leaf. Old Zhao was also pale and stiff, a warm sensation running down his trouser leg. He was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder, but he couldn't even move his feet.

They watched as the pair of crimson beastly eyes in the darkness slowly turned towards them, and a fierce growl once more escaped its throat.

"Run...run!"

Old Zhao finally snapped out of his daze, let out a loud, broken shout, and turned to run back like a madman, not even bothering to pick up his shoes after they fell off. Little Sun scrambled and stumbled after him, his delivery box falling to the ground and food spilling all along the way, but he didn't even have the courage to look back.

Behind them, the chilling aura grew closer, and the ferocious hound's footsteps were rapid and heavy, like the drumbeats of death chasing after them.

The two ran like madmen, their hearts pounding in their chests, with only one thought in their minds—run, run fast, or they would die!

They finally understood that what Xiao Sun saw was not an illusion, and that Lao Zhou's disbelief in superstition had resulted in his instant death.

Before these ferocious beasts born from the miasma of the mountains, the flesh and blood of mortals are as fragile as paper, easily torn apart. There is no resistance, no maneuvering, only hunting and fleeing, only survival and death.

The evil miasma of Qinglu Mountain has finally crossed the boundaries of the mountains and fields, spreading to the edge of the city.

The Rotten Tooth Demon Dog is only the lowest-ranking demon beast, yet it can easily take a human life.

In the darkness, crimson beast eyes relentlessly pursued the two fleeing mortals, while chilling miasma drifted slowly towards Yuying Middle School on the wind.

This peaceful school and these ordinary teenagers are completely unaware that a terrifying shadow is already upon them.

The peace and security of mortals are fragile and vulnerable the moment evil spirits descend.

And this is just the beginning.