Chapter 760: Cut the Neck and Bleed, and the Person Will Instantly Run Out of Breath.

The little boy walked faster, and he began to think about how to spend tonight.

People get tired most easily when they are anxious and afraid. After walking and stopping with the group for nearly five hours, it was finally dark.

At this time, a group of fleeing people 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. They can catch mice or dig tree roots. The food that the family finds can be collected together. Can eat enough.

People who act alone will often suffer. If you don’t have helpers, and others have helpers, you are destined to be unable to rob them.

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

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

For half a month, he has become accustomed to this kind of food.

"Hey!" A sudden voice came from above.

The little boy looked up, and sure enough, he saw several people who had been keeping an eye on him during the day, walking up to him.

Several people with dark complexions blocked the outside world and shrouded the petite little boy in their shadow.

The little boy knew that he was going to be unlucky. He scrunched his neck, pinched the roots of the tree tightly, hunched over and picked up the bundle, 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, muscular man twisted the little boy's hand up and lifted it up and down, as if weighing how many pounds he weighed, enough to feed the brothers.

The little boy was trembling all over and begging for mercy: "Brothers...please, give you all these roots and eat them all."

As he spoke, he forced the two tree roots to the big man, but the big man brushed them away with one hand.

The big man laughed ferociously and said hehely: "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 brother beside him: "It's just him, let's hold on to the bones for a while."

The big man's companion laughed and discussed how to eat it.

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

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

But in this environment, who is better than whom?

None of the refugees averted their eyes. Those who had children covered their ears and hid their heads to prevent them from seeing or hearing. Others stayed away, further away, hoping that they would not Being spotted by these bullies, even if you turn around, you will die.

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

"Okay, take him and wash him off. This is dirty. I don't want to eat a mouthful of mud." The big man said, and then threw the little boy to his companions like a little chicken.

The companion took it, took the little boy between his legs, and walked to the river.

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

Another asked: "What's wrong? It's not clean enough?"

The person who spoke first laughed ferociously and said: "That woman last night didn't let us vent her anger first. Today, we should have a good meal first. How long has it been since we escaped? I don’t have any meat on my hands, so what do you think, do you want to come too?”

The companion hesitated and seemed a little scared, but in the end, he nodded: "Okay, come on!"

The two big men discussed it and happily pulled the little boy towards the woods.

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

It was pitch dark in the grove. He was thrown to the ground and hit a sharp stone on his back, causing a large pool of blood to flow out.

His eyes were dull, his face was pale, and he slumped on the ground stiffly, looking at two men's bodies covering him.

"You little bastard, I'll give you a good meal before you die, why don't you thank me brothers." Disgusting words fell into his ears.

The little boy never moved, as if he had given up. He didn't even cry, not a single tear. It was just that these two dirty men touched him all over, and when they were about to enter him, he suddenly pushed them.

The two big men on the body frowned tightly and paused for almost an instant.

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

The little boy got up from the ground and looked at the two people who were lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs with pain on their faces.

He squatted down, waved away the hands of the two big men, looked at the short knives that penetrated the two big men's stomachs, reached out and pulled them out.

The two big men were in pain, and before they could even scream, they rolled their eyelids and fainted.

He was stabbed in the vitals and fainted, but he didn't die.

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

After the old beggar died, he naturally kept it. He usually used it to dig tree roots. The more he played with it, the more he became skilled at it.

What's ridiculous is that these two big men dared to attack him without even checking whether he had weapons on him.

Just now he was stripped naked and scrubbed, and the two knives that were deliberately dipped in medicine for self-defense while on the road were skillfully hidden on the back of his hands. He originally thought that they would be discovered, but unexpectedly, it was pitch dark, and the two big men were thinking about the stall again. The dirty things were ignored.

The little boy looked at the two unconscious men, and quickly took off their clothes with his hands and feet, wrapped them around himself, and then used two short knives to strike with his left and right hands at the same time, slicing their throats directly with one knife on each side.

Blood spurted out.

The little boy curled his lips and thought, it turns out that killing is just that simple. It is no more difficult than killing a chicken. Cutting the neck and bleeding will make the person run out of breath in an instant.

If a chicken is killed, it can be eaten. If a person is killed, the same is true?

The little boy smiled, very happily and proudly. This was his first time to kill someone, for self-protection and for...food.

Among the refugees, a member of a gang that is greedy for human flesh sees that his companion has not returned yet.

When he looked for it again, he saw not a single ghost on the riverside, but the little boy's clothes were left here, but the baggage was missing.