Ninety percent of the happy endings in this world are deceived and made up.

'No book is made without coincidence', and 'skill' is for 'writing a book'.

Ning Caichen died, and from a medical point of view, he should be regarded as dying of illness, with serious injuries and infection.

This time, no one came to save him, Yan Chixia didn't, Xiaoqian didn't, and Fu Qingfeng and the others didn't have to think about it.

He died in the last days of what seemed to be the end of the autumn and winter, a day that was neither a monumental holiday nor a day as infamous as 'Black Friday', let alone any vision of heaven and earth.

The day of his death was ordinary, ordinary, and the only thing that could be called 'unusual' was his will.

He donated his posthumous self to Jin Laosan and his gang who took care of him in his last days, and Jin Laosan cooked him very obediently.

In these days, cannibalism is not uncommon, Ning Caichen had seen it before he was imprisoned for the first time, and it was clear that a few months might lead to regime change, but it was obviously not enough to eliminate the culture of cannibalism.

The water in the pot had long since boiled so much that the meat quickly floated up as soon as the pot was lifted.

The cooked meat is black, and Jin Laosan is highly respected, and he is qualified to eat the first bite.

"It's so astringent......"

The meat is bitter, astringent, light and tasteless, and makes the throat greasy to the point of nausea.

Jin Laosan didn't know if the meat of everyone in the world was like this, he frowned, and pointed to the person waiting by the pot: "You, go get some salt and come back!"

The leader of the roe deer order can only bring out the subordinates of the roe deer.

"Yes. ”

Although he wanted to eat meat, he still couldn't ignore the eldest brother's order, and the little minion reluctantly took one last look at the meat boiling in the pot and withdrew.

"Well, where can I find salt in this place? Why don't you mess around with the whole wall ash?"

The little minion thought like this, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the rich aroma of meat that was released into the air along with the bubbles that kept churning in the cauldron made his saliva flow uncontrollably.

He really had to do it, scraping half a handful of wall ash from a collapsed house in the village and returning to the pot, and it took only a few dozen breaths before and after.

"Come, go down. ”

Jin Laosan grabbed a severed hand and gnawed it, eating ugly, but anyone present had to admit that their food was worse than Jin Laosan, but they didn't have time to do it.

In just a few dozen breaths, most of the meat in the pot was missing, everyone's mouths and hands were stuffed with meat, and oil, water, and soup flowed down the corners of their mouths and fingers into their clothes and dripped to the ground.

Jin Laosan still has time to speak, which proves that his eating appearance is still more decent.

The little minion looked at this scene, where did he have time to say anything, he congratulated himself on his 'wit', 'fortunately came back early, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to drink the soup' at the same time, he threw the wall ash in his hand into the pot, grabbed the big spoon and stirred the soup while hooking a piece of meat, no matter how hot it was, he stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Woooooo

Chewing and swallowing violently, the little minion felt like a dog in his movements.

Gather around the pot and cook their own kind and eat them, they are indeed all beasts.

In this year, only birds and beasts can survive, and only the best of birds and beasts can be clothed and fed.

Ning Caichen's last proof of staying in this world did not last a quarter of an hour under the mouths of this group of people, and everyone ate with a full stomach, and there was not even a soup base left in a large pot of meat.

Ning Caichen's last wish was fulfilled, and he used his body to thank these friends who had helped him.

Perhaps he had good intentions, but he never expected that these people would not even have salt ready.

The handful of wall ash that is added to the pot as salt is by no means a green and healthy thing, and where in this dilapidated village can anyone plaster the walls with serious lime?

They used to plaster the walls, a white mineral from the neighborhood, which was mixed with plant ash and pulped, and then used to plaster the walls in the village.

What is that white mineral?

The problem was not solved until all the villagers had left the country, and no one had studied it carefully on a daily basis, until the ash they used to paint the walls was mixed into a pot of broth.

That night, Jin Laosan and his group felt stomach aches one after another, some people began to have diarrhea, some people began to vomit, and some people said that it was Ning Caichen's ghost.

When the evil sayings came out one after another, Jin Laosan didn't dare to go out at night to find medicine and doctors, so everyone pulled and vomited, until someone pulled blood and vomited blood, Jin Laosan had to enter the night.

He never came back. (Add this paragraph to make sure you're politically correct and learn from some blockbuster.) Manually funny. ）

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Under the small stone mountain, there are grass and trees.

Mo Ye stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at the moon from afar, and after the moonlight shone on his body, it passed through without hindrance.

His shadow flickered and disappeared, like a ghost.

"What a wonderful feeling......"

He looked at his hands, a feeling of weightlessness and a feeling of being stripped from his body filled his body, compared to the previous several top bag experiences, this was the first time, and he could clearly feel the process of leaving this world after the task was completed.

His vision and realm are ten times greater than before, so he can see and feel.

Although he was still very vague and ignorant, he seemed to grasp something between the virtual and real changes of his body, and with his own mind, he could even influence the transformation of the virtual and real with his own will.

The price is the rapid consumption of internal qi and spiritual power.

He felt that there was a black hole that was constantly attracting him, and the energy he was expended was to fight this attraction.

He was too weak before, and this suction force could suck him away in an instant, so fast that he didn't even have time to notice it.

Now he's a little stronger, but it's still not enough.

Mo Ye's body swirled between the void and the real for about five or six breaths, and finally it completely became transparent and even disappeared.

Little Rock Mountain has regained its former tranquility and emptiness, and the moonlight has passed, and it has never remembered the visitors.

As for whether passers-by will remember it?

I'm afraid you'll remember, right?

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On the 25th, I took the second subject, and it was really hard to learn to drive in winter.

Next, open a new volume, what should I choose?