Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 760 Cutting the Neck and Letting Blood
Chapter 760 Cutting the Neck and Letting Blood
The little boy walked faster, and he began to think about how to spend tonight.

People are most likely to get tired when they are on the road in fear and fear. After walking and stopping with the team for nearly five hours, it was dark after all.

At this time, a group of deserters began to find a place to settle down.

Those with families are the easiest to survive at this time, because more people means more hands, you can catch mice, you can also dig tree roots, the food the family finds together, all Can be full.

And those who act alone will often suffer. If you have no helpers, others have helpers, and you are destined to be unable to grab them.

Fortunately, the little boy didn't plan to look for food at this time. He knew that he was still weak and was no match for those grown-ups. He hid in a corner, took out his two roots, and dug a handful of them mixed with sand. The muddy water slowly swallowed.

This tree root is enough for him to last until tomorrow morning.

For half a month, he has gotten used to this kind of food.

"Hello!" A sudden voice came from above his head.

The little boy looked up, and sure enough, he saw a few people who had been watching him closely during the day, walking in front of him.

Several people with dark complexion blocked the outside world, shrouding the petite little boy in their shadow.

The little boy knew that he was going to be unlucky. He shrank his neck, squeezed the roots of the tree tightly, and bent his body to pick up the burden, intending to avoid it.

But as soon as he took a step, he was grabbed by a big hand: "Where do you want to run?"

The tall and muscular man twisted the little boy up with one hand and lifted it up and down, as if he was weighing how much he weighed, enough for the brothers to eat a few meals.

The little boy was trembling all over, begging for mercy tremblingly: "Several big brothers... Please, I will give you all these roots and eat them all."

As he spoke, he forcibly stuffed the two tree roots into the big man, but the big man brushed them away with one hand.

The big man grinned grimly, and said hey: "It seems that you know what the brothers are going to do. It was you who stole the bones last night!"

The little boy turned pale with fright, and kept begging for mercy.

The big man looked at the little boy from head to toe like a clown, and finally said to the brothers beside him: "That's all for him, let's boil the bones for a while."

The big man's companion laughed, discussing how to eat it.

The little boy listened to their discussion, trembling all over, and looked at the refugees who had settled nearby.

Of course those refugees knew what they were doing. When people were hungry, they dared to do anything. They wanted to kill and eat people. They really cut up and boiled people, and ate them piece by piece.

But in this environment, who is better than whom?
None of the refugees averted their eyes. Those with children covered their ears and hid their heads, so as not to let them see or listen. For the rest, keep them farther away, and farther away. I just hope that I don’t After being spotted by these bullies, he turned around and died.

The despair in the little boy's eyes became heavier and heavier, and he knew that it was impossible for anyone to save him today.

"Okay, take it to wash, it's dirty, I don't want to eat a mouthful of mud." The big man said, and threw the little boy, like a chicken, to his companion.

The companion took it, carried the little boy, and walked to the river.

His clothes were stripped and his hair was cut off. The little boy remained motionless and let the two big men brush himself with grass and vines. When he was about to arrest him, one of them said, "Wait!"

Another asked: "What's wrong? Isn't it clean enough?"

The person who spoke first laughed grinningly, and said: "That woman last night, the boss didn't let us take it easy, but this one should have a good time now, how long has it been since I escaped? I don’t have any meat, how about it, do you want to come too?”

The companion hesitated for a moment, seemed a little scared, but finally nodded: "Okay, come on!"

After discussing it, the two big men laughed and pulled the little boy into the woods.

The little boy didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, as if he was not the one who was about to be violated and swallowed alive.

It was pitch black in the grove. He was thrown to the ground, hit a sharp stone on his back, and bled a lot.

His eyes were dull, his face was pale, and he was paralyzed on the ground stiffly. He looked at himself, and there were two male bodies covering him.

"Xiao Yezhong, I let you have a good meal before I die, and I still don't thank my brothers." The disgusting words fell into the ears.

The little boy didn't move, as if he had given up, he didn't even cry, not a single tear, but these two dirty men touched him all over, and when he was about to enter him, he pushed him violently.

The two big men on the body frowned tightly, and they froze for almost a moment.

The little boy raised his head and met the incredulous gazes of the two big men. This time he increased his strength, and pushed again, and the two burly men leaned to one side.

The little boy got up from the ground and looked at the two people who fell to the ground, clutching their stomachs, their faces were full of pain.

He squatted down, waved away the hands of the two big men, looked at the dagger piercing the stomachs of the two big men, stretched out his hand, and pulled it out.

When the two big men felt the pain, they didn't even have time to scream. They rolled their eyelids and passed out.

Stabbed to the point, fainted, but not dead.

The little boy was playing with two bloody knives. These two knives were given to him by the old beggar, and they were regarded as the relics of the old beggar.

When the old beggar died, he naturally took it away. He usually used this to dig tree roots. He played it a lot, and he became proficient at it.

The only ridiculous thing is that these two big men dared to attack him without even checking whether he was armed or not.

He was stripped and scrubbed just now, and he skillfully hid the two knives, which were intentionally smeared with medicine for self-defense when he was on the road, in the back of his hand. He thought that he would be discovered, but he didn't want to. It was dark, and the two big men were thinking about the knives again. Dirty things, on the contrary, are ignored.

Looking at the two unconscious big men, the little boy quickly took off their clothes and wrapped them around himself. Then, with two short knives, his left and right hands struck at the same time, one knife on each side, directly slit the throats of the two men.

Blood, whirring out.

The little boy hooked the corners of his lips, thinking, it turned out to be that simple, and he lost his breath in an instant.

The little boy smiled happily and proudly. This was the first time he killed someone, for self-protection, and for... food.

Among the refugees, members of the gang who are greedy for human flesh, saw that their companions had not returned for a long time.

When I found it again, I saw that there was no ghost by the river, but the boy's clothes were left here, but the burden was gone.

(End of this chapter)