Thoughts are like eternally chaotic fires.
The weak flames may be extinguished at any time.
The bone-breaking cold brings a hurricane to the dark world, making the already weak fire of life drift closer to destruction.
"It's so cold."
Fan shivered and opened his eyes.
He instinctively tried to relax his body to relieve the stiffness of his limbs due to excessive cold, but suddenly realized that he was still tied up again.
Another strong shiver came over him, and his upper and lower jaw bones hit each other, making him take a shaky breath.
"Why is it so cold?"
he couldn't help but think.
He opened his eyes drowsily and twisted his cold body.
He could feel something around him suddenly retreating as if he was startled.
The silent space was as dark as thick ink.
It was late at night, and the dust all over the sky blocked all the stars, leaving only the coldest night.
Fan tried to shout, but his muscles and vocal cords were so contracted due to the excessive cold that he couldn't make any sound.
There was another bone-chilling cold, and the loud sound of the violent impact of his downward teeth could even echo around in the empty and dark room.
"Why is it so cold?"
These were the last words in Fan's consciousness, and then he fell into a deep sleep again.
After marching in the cold darkness for an unknown amount of time, the strongest sun of the day at noon finally struggled to penetrate the thick sand and dust, and passed through the gaps between the sand and dust on the broken glass windows on the ceiling of the cell, struggling to bring out its ray of warmth.
Shining on the cold torso.
Fan breathed softly, and this extremely weak breathing made people wonder whether he was still alive.
Most people thought he was dead.
But the fact is that Fan opened his eyes again.
"Cold."
This was the first character in his groggy consciousness.
"Water."
This was the second character.
He struggled to open his eyelids and found that the whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.
Everything is blurry.
"Water, give me water."
His consciousness was controlling his body to make a sound, but in fact he couldn't make any sound.
Excessive weakness made it difficult for him to even maintain the minimum breathing.
At the same time, he once again felt something leaving his side.
"He's still alive" whispered whispers reached his ears.
"Impossible, how could he still be alive?"
"But he opened his eyes again."
"That doesn't mean he's dead."
"No, I'm still alive."
Fan tried his best to make a sound.
He wanted to prove that he was still alive.
This time he succeeded.
Although no one knew what he was talking about.
"What is he talking about" "Shut up, you didn't hear anything."
The latter's voice was stern.
It was the voice of the old slave, and Van could recognize it.
The discovery of "So this is a cell" immediately made him happy.
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He must prove that he is alive, and these people will not watch him die.
He was sure of this because he had saved them.
The desire to survive prompted Fan to desperately raise and retract the tip of his tongue.
This was due to human physiological instinct.
Drool quickly accumulated in his dry mouth.
He swallowed hard to make his dry vocal cords slightly moist.
After several attempts, He could finally make a sound.
"Water, give me water, I'm still alive."
Although his voice was not very clear and loud this time.
But it was enough for people to understand the meaning.
Fan happily waited for the response from the surroundings, but what he received was always silent silence.
"I'm alive" he tried to sound again.
The result is still only silence "What happened?"
He was confused.
Why was everyone silent?
"I'm still alive."
His voice became louder and louder, but the soundless silence also became more and more depressed, so that people like Fan struggling on the edge of life and death could feel this extremely oppressive silence.
"Why no one answered me?"
Fan felt a little scared and anxious in his heart.
The unknown can always inspire people's potential fear.
A force arose from nowhere.
Maybe it's the survival instinct.
His upper body shook violently, and he actually sat up Suddenly there was a cry of surprise from all around.
This exclamation entered Fan's ears, like giving him a powerful shot of excitement.
He finally got a response.
"I'm still alive."
He uttered a voice again, perhaps due to the strong stimulation of survival.
The weak body functions that had entered dormancy began to revive.
The blurry gray haze in his vision slowly became clear, and a surge of power surged in his body.
Body.
"I'm still alive."
Fan waved to the people in front of him.
The field of vision finally became clear, and Fan was finally able to see the world around him clearly.
Looking at the slightly frightened people, Fan smiled slightly and waved his hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm still alive."
But his smile couldn't even last for even one breath, and an extremely terrifying panic began to spread on his slowly stiff face.
He stared blankly at his shaking hand.
This was not an arm.
It was clearly a bone with only muscles left.
"Where is my hand?
Where is my hand?"
The pale bones were exposed to the air.
Except for the pale tendons connecting the bones, there was not even a trace of flesh and blood.
Everything had been removed cleanly.
"What happened, where did my arm go?"
Fan roared hoarsely, violent tremors were transmitted to his right arm, and the shaking bones seemed to be about to fall apart at any time.
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Panic caused him to hurriedly raise his left arm.
Fortunately, his left arm was intact, so he saw the rope that originally bound his arm.
"Why are you all looking at me like this?
What's going on?"
The angry roar was not met with sympathy, but a violent blow to the head.
The young child dropped the stone in his hand in panic, and Fan staggered and fell down.
"Mom."
The child ran back to his mother in panic, looking at the blood of Brahma who fell to the ground and flowed into a river.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
It may be that the child's strength is seriously insufficient, and Fan Bin did not faint like that.
His cold, stiff body generated heat from his movements.
The originally numb limbs regained feeling, and the sharp pain that could tear apart the soul traveled along Fan's right arm, shattering all his persistence.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
His desperate and angry roar was like the last moment of a wounded animal.
He already understood everything.
Ever since he saw the dense tooth marks on his arm bones.
That's a human tooth "Why isn't he dead yet?"
"No, he must die."
"No"
"He must die.
You all know how powerful he is.
If he survives, we will all die."
"Mom, I'm so hungry."
A cacophony of voices argued.
"I saved you, how could you do this to me?"
This is from Van's grief.
He looked at the couple he saved and the child they originally refused to admit, "Why?"
Any language at this moment is pale.
Van found that the only thing he could say was this sentence, he couldn't figure it out.
I can't figure it out at all.
He saw clearly the terrifying eyes of these people, which showed extreme hunger and that in their eyes, he was just food.
What frustrated him the most was that the immature child had been saved by him twice.
But why was he the one who made the final move?
What's wrong with this world?
Why is everything different from what he expected?
Is he wrong?
He doesn't know.
"Mom, kill him quickly.
I'm hungry.
I want to eat meat."
What a cruel sin there was in the innocent words.
Fan suddenly smiled, smiling like a creature trapped in the devil's land forever.
Desperate, angry. pain and cruelty The devil whispered in his ears, Shenghui abandoned his body and drifted away, and the things he wanted to catch could only be let go.
The reality that needs to be faced always forces people to struggle and ferocious This devil is trapped in everyone's heart.
No one knows when it will awaken, and no one knows how terrifying it will be when it awakens.
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The hungry people released their demons and walked forward with sharp teeth.
The first sharp fang gnawed at Fan's flesh and blood, and thousands of fangs followed closely.
They are dismembering and cannibalizing.
Sad life has no choice.
Wrong.
It turns out he was really wrong.
Godless pupils focused on the last ray of sunlight in the gap in the skylight.
Regan was right, he was just bringing innocent greenhouse flowers.
The bottom of the world is often the place where the most twisted demons are born.
In this selfish place The end of the world, the sad and pitiful end of the world, any distorted value is infinitely amplified without restraint.
He finally understood why the old man said that he should not save the child.
This was of course not because he knew that the child would do this to him in the future, but because if the child was allowed to die, they would have food to sustain their survival.
He remembered When he saved the child, those people looked at him with hatred in their eyes.
They deliberately hid this injured child just to keep them alive and provide them with food.
Everything was a conspiracy, and the funny thing about the long-planned conspiracy was that he didn't know it.
And now, the "child" has become him.
The ugliness of human nature has no end, because the proposition of living itself runs counter to the end of the world.
The strong wind blew up a handful of quicksand, disappearing the last ray of sunlight from the skylight.
Color disappeared from the soulless pupils, and the sleeping devil opened his eyes.
The devil is trapped in everyone's heart, no one is exception, and Brahman is no exception.
The only difference is that he is not trapped by the devil, but by the devil.
He knew he was trapping a demon king.
He knew it all along.
Desperate screams resounded throughout the camp, and even the violent wind and sand could not stop it.
The grinning Regan pushed the door in.
He could already "see" the scene he expected.
Destruction itself is also a kind of beauty and a kind of deformity.
The beauty, destroying the perverted beauty of a greenhouse flower.
But when he stepped through the door, every cell in his body was filled with only frightened fear.
A monster, a faceless monster, a bloody monster "You have no idea what you have released."
The rumbling bass sounded like the devil's verdict of annihilation.
Regan watched helplessly as each horrified human body completely disappeared under the devil's crazy flesh.
The terrible suffocation tortured Regan's body.
He could only make a helpless sound, feeling the tightening force on his neck, "You don't even know what you did, idiot."
More than the devil A terrible murmur.
Click.
This was the last struggle of life.
Regan lowered his head feebly.
His bones were crushed so easily that he didn’t even know how he was so close until he died.
"Why do you always force me?
Why do you always make me suffer in this world, this hateful world?"
"Angelil, I have already lost you.
Who else do I want to lose?"
"Who am I?"
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