There are only two pills --- time and silence for all evil.

- Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

The use of fire is an important sign that human beings will eventually become independent from other animals.

We often use the phrase "drinking blood" to describe those uncivilized primitive people, which is enough to see how rejecting human beings are to eat raw.

Zhao Yajun tore off a piece of flesh with all his might, and warm blood splashed out of his teeth and the cut of Feng Chun's arm, sprinkled on Zhao Yajun's face like a wave of ink.

Hold it in your mouth, and every time you chew it, dark red blood will be squeezed out of the flesh by the upper and lower teeth, flowing down the corners of the mouth, through the jaw and neck, and into the space between the clothes and the chest...

A strange sensation came from the mouth, as if tasting a wreck, very soft but not chewy, and there seemed to be countless threads in the meat, embedded between the teeth, more and more.

Zhao Yajun simply stopped chewing, frowning and swallowing hard......

The slices of meat were mixed with blood and saliva, and as soon as they were moved to the throat, they were resolutely opposed by the brain and stomach, and a nausea sensation quickly rose from the chest to the throat, and the slices of meat were returned to the mouth.

Zhao Yajun quickly gagged his mouth with his right hand, the strong desire to vomit made him dizzy, in a hurry, he pinched the root of his thigh with his left hand, and a strong pain came, and finally suppressed the feeling of nausea.

I tried again, but it didn't work again, and I was retched out of my throat......

Try again......

Try again......

"Damn!" Zhao Yajun scolded vaguely with meat in his mouth, and slapped himself with all his might......

The man outside the door, twice forced himself, killed his relatives and friends with his own hands, and ate their flesh!

That year, he crushed my life with his own hands,

Now he's jumping out again and tearing up my life.

Well, then let me be the devil!

Even if it will be burned by the fire of hell,

Even if you can't hug the sun again,

......

I don't even care,

Please turn me into a devil,

Because I know,

To conquer the devil is to use the devil's way,

To end brutality is to be brutal.

Devil outside the door,

I swear......

I'm going to eat you bite by bite!

............

After swallowing the last piece of meat from Feng Chun's arm,

With a "drop" sound, the damn insulated glass door finally popped open automatically.

Zhao Yajun slowly put down the white bones in his hand, selected the two sharpest pieces from the pile of broken red wine bottles beside him, and held them fiercely in his hands.

He walked towards the glass door step by step, and the blood from the palms of his two hands, along the fragments, dripped to the ground, one, two, three......

These blood are the honor guard of this hell, and they tell Zhao Yajun that they must return here with Zhang Fa.

Five days after entering the wine cellar, at about 9 o'clock in the evening, Zhao Yajun finally came out alive......

Although life is only temporary.

Zhang Fa, you wait for me, I'm going to slaughter you with my own hands!

After regaining his freedom, Zhao Yajun felt like a restarted machine, full of strength.

He strode across the dark staircase leading to the first floor, pressed the glass with both hands, and put them on either side of the exit, and as soon as his arms on both sides were forced, his whole body jumped out lightly, leaving only two red handprints on either side of the entrance to the cellar.

He stood out of the gap behind the stairs going upstairs......

Zhao Yajun caught a glimpse of Zhang Fa sitting on a wide chair at the dining table with his back to him!

He forced himself to calm down, and if he ran over and tore him face to face, it would be difficult for him to gain the upper hand.

If you want to defeat your opponents,

There's no better time than now.

Tonight was surprisingly quiet, Zhao Yajun held the glass piece with both hands, hunched his waist, raised his legs and walked lightly, moving forward slowly, and the past came to his mind one by one, he remembered the bowl of water that could blow bubbles handed to him by Mancang, the hot roasted sweet potato that Aunt Feng Ying forced into him, and the hero brand fountain pen given to him by Captain Ding......

Also, he secretly went to the sheepfold to ride a sheep, and when he found out, he chased Feng Chun, who kicked him a full street......

Of course, you won't be missing, the one holding a shotgun against his head, killing without blinking.

And this man was less than four meters in front of him......

It's closer...... It's closer......

Zhao Yajun held up the knife-sharp glass in his hand and grinned excitedly, revealing the blood-red gums and the white teeth with flesh and blood.

That's probably what the devil looks like.

After calculating the distance, Zhao Yajun jumped forward like a hungry wolf pounced, and his left arm quickly wrapped around the neck of the nervous hair from behind, and he could even imagine Zhang Fa's painful and panicked expression.

Almost at the same time, the piece of glass that Zhao Yajun held high in his right hand was smashed into Zhang Fa's throat, and his right hand immediately grabbed Zhang Fa's hair, and the glass piece in his left hand stabbed Zhang Fa's chest indiscriminately.

Everything is over, Zhao Yajun looked up to the sky and roared, releasing the emotions that had been suppressed for many years......

Zhao Yajun could feel Zhang Fa's cold blood flowing down his arm, flowing down in strands.

Icy blood......

Icy ......

Why is Zhang Fa's blood so cold?

Zhao Yajun seemed to suddenly realize something, let go of Zhang Fa's corpse, hurriedly took a few steps back, spread his hands and looked, and couldn't help but gasp......

In addition to the blood that flowed out of his palm that was cut by a piece of glass, what flowed out of his arm just now was water......

The cold water stimulated Zhao Yajun's skin, and at this time, his heart seemed to be frozen with a layer of ice, and the sudden bizarre phenomenon made his whole body numb.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhao Yajun quickly turned to the other side of the table, facing Zhang Fa's position, and looked at it fixedly......

"Puff ......" Zhao Yajun knelt on the ground, opened his mouth wide, and stared at the corpse in front of him in panic.

That's obviously a person whose hands and feet were brutally cut off!

There was not a trace of blood on Zhang Fa's face, his eyes were slightly open, as if a gray membrane was attached to it, half of the glass was deeply inserted in his throat, a few gaps were made in the chest of his black shirt, and a sharp piece of glass was also inserted in his chest.

Zhang Fa died.

But the murderer is undoubtedly not Zhao Yajun kneeling in front of him......

What the hell is going on, there can't be anyone else, is it a ghost asking for his life?

Is there really a ghost in this world?

Zhao Yajun ran to the main entrance of the villa with a rolling belt, desperately spinning and pulling the doorknob in front of him, but he couldn't pull it open.

At this moment, he clearly smelled the smell of death, so he hurriedly picked up the iron hanger next to him, ran to the large floor-to-ceiling window next to him, and smashed it vigorously......

One, two, three......

Where the corner of the hanger hits, white spots appear on the surface of the glass, and if you hit it repeatedly, only small holes the size of soybeans can appear.

Around this small hole are spiderweb-like cracks that extend outward, clinging to dense glass particles that cling to each other and refuse to fall off......

"What the ......" Zhao Yajun desperately smashed the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks, fell to the floor, and scattered and split......

The hole was gradually expanding, and the bowl-sized hole in front of him almost exhausted his physical strength.

Fortunately, there is hope......

Gotta get out, must!

............

"I'll help you!" A pair of miserable white hands suddenly appeared behind Zhao Yajun's back, and he grabbed the iron hanger that was raised high.

"Boom...... Boom...... Boom ......"

The old pendulum clock on the wall rang out at an inopportune time, and it was ten o'clock in the evening.

"I'll help you......"

"I'll help you......"

I'm here to free you, I'm here to end this chaos with my own hands......

Zhao Yajun trembled and looked at the picture reflected in the large floor-to-ceiling window in front of him......

The dead Zhang Fa was standing behind him with his hands and feet intact, smiling coldly at him in the glass window.

This is the real devil.