A Different Life as a Demon

In the small room, the old man with white beard directly opposite had already slept.

There are only two simple beds, a simple wash basin in the room, no problem in drinking water, a toilet and a mirror, and nothing else.

Wang Zhong thought about how to get up. If he wanted to climb up, he had to use tools, but he had nothing in his hand.

The first thing he thought of was the elevator that carried the food.

Theoretically, he sits on the elevator, follows the elevator to the bottom floor, and then follows the elevator to the first floor, but this is too simple. What is waiting for him on the top floor? Will the people at the top allow him to go up?

The next day, the elevator carrying food appeared in front of me again.

The old man with white beard had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the food, he jumped on it: "hahaha, we are lucky today. There are two bottles of wine, my God, and seafood."

He picked up a bottle of red wine and filled it. He said to Wang Chong, "I don't think the people on the top are very fond of drinking this time. Yesterday, there was another bottle of wine."

Wang Zhong didn't reply and ate a loaf of bread.

For the next few days, Wang Chong ate, thinking about how to get there.

Finally, on the 20th day, Wang Zhong said his plan!

"You are crazy. If you want to go down, you will die."

The old man with white beard pointed to Wang Zhong: "young man, I'm for your good."

"Why do you say that?"

"Hum, do you know who are down there? Although the food on the elevator is said to be enough for all of us here, people above always eat more. When they get down there, there is no food. After such a long time, people below are hungry, and hungry people can do anything."

"But this is also the way to leave." Wang chongdao.

"The people below will kill you." The old man warned.

Wang Zhong frowned. After coming here, his first feeling was that his strength became weak. It can be said that his hands had no strength to bind chickens. Although he had only a little fighting knowledge, just imagine that he could deal with one or two people, how about ten or twenty?

"You said the food on the elevator was enough for all of us?"

The old man shrugged and said, "of course, it's a pity that the people above are always greedy. They would rather throw away and eat. They can't walk. They also have to eat desperately, so don't think so much, eat."

"Ah......"

At this time, I don't know which floor below suddenly came a scream. The scream became smaller and smaller.

Wang Zhong looked at it and it seemed that someone jumped down.

"Someone jumped!" Wang Zhong said.

"I know that if someone can't stand hunger in the back, it will be like this. Have a good rest. We don't know which floor it will appear on next month."

Wang Zhong didn't trust the old man's words, but he still sat back and thought about going to other levels at that time.

A month passed quietly.

On the last day of the month, a burst of white fog suddenly drifted into the room.

Hiss, hiss, hiss

"It's time for another floor. I hope we can live in a better place."

The old man folded his hands and closed his eyes.

Vaguely, Wang fell asleep again.

A biting cold woke him up, opened his eyes, and focused on the enlarged face of the old man with white beard.

"You're awake."

The old man with white beard found that Wang Zhong woke up. He seemed a little disappointed and retreated with fear.

He wants to kill me!

Just opened his eyes, Wang Chong could clearly feel the killing intention from the old man with white beard.

But he didn't say much. He looked up at the ceiling. The upper floor made his face change.

93rd floor.

"Bad luck."

The old man with white beard said, "this is the lowest floor I have ever been to."

"I'm afraid there's no food here?" Wang Zhong asked.

"Yes, the people above will eat up all the food."

Just saying this, a man from the upper floor suddenly jumped down.

"Ah..."

There was a scream. Someone knew that he couldn't survive this month, so he committed suicide.

Wang Zhong looked down, and the bottom was dark. He couldn't see what was under it at all.

"I'm afraid there are more than 99 floors."

"It's over, we're over, and there's no food for 70 or 80 floors. We'll starve to death here." The old man with white beard hugged his knees and looked at Wang Chong from time to time.

The old man's eyes at himself made him very uncomfortable, and Wang Chong was secretly vigilant.

"I killed you!"

At this time, two people on the next floor suddenly fought.

The two fought fiercely, and soon a strong man gained the upper hand. He waved his fist desperately against the thin man, and soon smashed the man's head and blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Why did they fight?"

Looking at the two people below, Wang Chong was a little strange.

"Who knows, people here often fight like this for no reason."

The old man with white beard looked at the two people below. His face was very gloomy. Wang Chong could see that he seemed to know something, but he shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

"Yeah, I don't know. Forget it."

Although Wang Cheng said so, he was secretly vigilant.

It took a long time for the elevator to come to him that day. The old man stood in front of the elevator and kept looking for the pots and pans on the lifting table, but tossing and turning, not to mention delicious food, there was no rice, and every pot and pans were licked clean!

Seeing this scene, the old man shouted angrily at the people at the top: "can't you leave a mouthful for me, madder, lick so clean, what can we eat!"

Wang Zhong didn't speak, went to the tap, drank a sip of water, and thought about how to spend the next month.

Drinking water alone can support more than half a month at most, but what about the days after?

Night soon came, and it was pitch black in the darkness.

Wang Chong is used to the darkness now. In this way, five consecutive days have passed.

Hunger is like eating ants biting in his stomach.

He had a hard time, and the old man even worse. Every time he came down the elevator, he licked the pots and pans on the table, but it was a pity that he couldn't eat anything.

The man on the lower floor was quite comfortable. He killed his roommate and drank Maoru blood every day. Finally, he was not afraid of starvation.

Wang Zhong doesn't want to live like this.

On this day, the night is already deep.

Wang Zhong couldn't sleep in the dark room.

At this time, glancing at the corner of his eye, a 'rustle' voice came quietly behind him.

Whoosh!

The old man with white beard held a piece of broken glass and stuck it straight towards Wang Chong.

Wang Chong, who had long been used to the darkness, could vaguely see the shadow. He immediately stood up and kicked the shadow.

"Ah!"

The old man with white beard fell to the ground and wailed in pain.

He seems to have broken his bone and can't stand up.

Wang Chong frowned and came to him. After making sure he didn't stand up, he picked up the glass.

This piece of glass should have been broken by him when he lived on a certain floor before, and has been hidden by him ever since.

"I... my bone seems to be broken, I'm finished, I'm finished..."

The old man screamed and couldn't stand up in pain.

"You want to eat me." Wang Chongning said the same.

"Hehe, what I don't want is to live. People on this floor will die if they don't do it. Even if I don't do it, you will be hungry in ten days, and your eyes will be different. I've experienced that kind of life, and I know it very well. And I'm old, and I can't kill you when you want to do it to me......"

"So you did it to me."

"Well, kill me." The old man with white beard said miserably, "my bone is broken and I can't live."

Wang nodded and stabbed without hesitation.

The old man's vitality was slowly disappearing. He reached out and grabbed it at Wang Chong. He whispered, "now, you can... Eat me!"

If you want to live, you can only do so. This is the old man's idea.

Wang Chong walked to the edge of the pool and stared at the body. He didn't know how long he had been here. He fell asleep.

The scream woke him up.

Another man fell and fell to the bottom.

Wang Zhong took another sip of water. Now he keeps a motionless posture all day long, in order to reduce energy consumption.

Boom

The lift came down again.

He didn't know what day it was because he hadn't calculated it.

He came to the table and looked at the things on the table. He sighed. Sure enough, there was nothing to eat.

"Hua la..."

Wang Zhong angrily threw a lot of bowls on the ground, and then lay on the ground numbly.

Without food, he felt that he was going to starve to death. Did he really want to die here? Or eat meat

He doesn't want to eat.

Everyone has a bottom line. Wang Chong thinks he is not a good person, but he still can't do such a thing.

After another sip of water, he was a little dizzy at this time. Excessive hunger made him hallucinate.

On the pool, a cockroach suddenly crawled out of a crack in the stone.

"Cockroaches!"

As if seeing the best food in the world, Wang Chong was quick sighted and quick witted. He grabbed the cockroach and swallowed it without hesitation.

It's delicious!

After chewing a few times, Wang Zhong ate the cockroach.

His stomach was still hungry, and his eyes darkened and he fainted.

Twenty days later, Wang Chong felt that he was hungry and unconscious, or that he was about to die.

Hands and feet have no sense, no smell, and the line of sight is blurred.

But the smell was still there. Vaguely, he smelled a stench.

This is the smell of the corpse rotting, especially on his face, as if something was crawling.

Wang Chong used up his last strength and reached out to touch his face.

It seems to be a maggot!

Wang Chongxi looked out and had something to eat, but where did the maggots come from?

Trying to open his eyes, he wanted to find the source of maggots.