Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

The little boy walked faster. He began to think about how he should spend the night.

It was easy for people to get tired when they were worried and rushing on the road. After walking and stopping with the group for nearly five hours, it was finally dark.

At this time, the group of fugitives began to search for a place to settle down.

The little boy raised his head to look. Sure enough, he saw the few people who were following him closely walking in front of him.

The few people with dark skin blocked the outside world, shrouding the petite boy in their shadows.

The boy knew that he was going to be unlucky. He pulled back his neck, gripped the roots tightly, and bent down to pick up the bundle, intending to avoid the attack.

However, just as he took a step, he was grabbed by a large hand. "Where do you want to run to?"

The tall and sturdy man picked up the little boy with one hand and lifted him with the other. He seemed to be weighing how much weight the boy had, which was enough for the other brothers to eat a few rounds.

The little boy's body trembled as he begged for forgiveness, "Brothers … I beg you, I'll give these roots to you. I'll give them to you to eat. "

As he spoke, he forcefully shoved the two roots to the big man, but was brushed away by the big man.

The big man grinned and said, "It seems like you know what your brothers are doing. You were the one who stole the bones last night!"

The little boy was scared and his face turned pale as he begged for mercy.

The big man looked at the little boy from head to toe as if he was looking at a clown. Finally, he said to the brother beside him, "Let him be. Let him work hard for a bit longer."

The big man's companion laughed and discussed how he should eat.

The little boy was trembling as he listened to their discussion, looking at the nearby refugees who were settling down.

Those refugees obviously knew what they were doing. When people get hungry, they would dare to do anything. If they wanted to kill someone or eat someone, they would really cut them into pieces and eat them piece by piece.

But in this environment, who was better?

The refugees did not avoid their eyes one by one. Some of them covered their children's ears, hid their heads so that they would not see and hear. The rest of them kept their distance, hoping that they would not be caught by these tyrants and lose their lives.

The despair in the little boy's eyes deepened. He knew that no one could save him today.

"Alright, go wash up. This old man doesn't want to eat dirt." After the big man said this, he threw the little boy to his companions like a little chick.

His companion took the boy and walked towards the river.

His clothes were stripped off and his hair was cut off. The little boy did not move as the two burly men brushed him with grass and vines. When they were about to grab him, one of them said, "Wait!"

Another person asked, "What's wrong? Is it not clean enough? "

The person who spoke first grinned and said: "Boss didn't tell us to vent our anger last night, but we should at least have a good time with what we have done today. It has been so long since we've escaped that I haven't even touched a single piece of meat. What do you think? Do you want to come too?"

His companion hesitated for a moment as though he was afraid. In the end, he nodded his head and said, "Alright, let's do it!"

After the two men agreed on their plan, they happily pulled the little boy into the woods.

The little boy did not say a single word from the beginning to the end, as if he was about to be violated and not the one being eaten alive.

The small forest was pitch black. He was thrown onto the ground, and his back hit a sharp stone. Immediately, he bled profusely.

His eyes were glazed, his face was pale, and he was paralyzed on the ground. He looked at his own body and saw two men's bodies covering it.

"Little bastard, I'll let you have a good time before you die. Thanks, brothers!" Disgusting words fell into her ears.

The little boy did not move, as if he had given up. He did not even cry, not even a single tear. Just when the two dirty men were about to enter his body, he suddenly pushed them away.

The two burly men frowned and stopped in their tracks for a split-second.

The little boy looked up and met the two men's incredulous eyes. This time, he increased his strength and pushed them again, causing the two big men to slant to the side.

The little boy got up from the ground and looked at the two of them who were lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs with painful expressions on their faces.

He crouched down and waved the two big men's hands away. He looked at the short knives that pierced the two big men's stomachs and then pulled them out.

The two men felt pain and didn't even have the time to scream. Their eyelids fluttered and they fainted.

He had been stabbed and had fainted, but he was still alive.

The little boy fiddled with the two bloody sabers that the old beggar had given him. These sabers could be considered the remnants of the old beggar.

After the old beggar died, he naturally kept it. Normally, he would use this to dig out the roots. After playing around for a while, he would become more proficient in it.

What was laughable was that these two big men didn't even check whether he had any weapons on him before daring to attack him.

Just now, he had been stripped naked and washed. These two sabers that were deliberately smeared with medicine while travelling had been skillfully hidden at the back of his hand. He had thought that they would definitely be discovered.

The boy looked at the two unconscious men. He tore off their clothes and wrapped them around himself. Then, he took out two short knives and attacked with both hands. With one knife, he slit their throats.

Blood spurted out.

The little boy pursed his lips as he thought to himself, So killing people is that simple. It's easier than killing chickens. It's so hard to cut off one's neck and bleed. People die in an instant.

If a chicken was killed, it could be eaten. If a person was killed, it would be the same as well?

The little boy smiled. It was a smile of happiness and pride. This was his first time killing someone. To protect himself, and also … Food.

Amongst the refugees, the greedy group saw that their companions had not returned yet.

When he looked again, there was not a single shadow by the river. However, the boy's clothes were left behind, but the bundle was gone.

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