Panicky.

It's like a black sticky dirty sweat that clings to the skin, can't get rid of it, and becomes more and more messy.

Great panic gripped the city, no different from the rest of the tricolor world.

Three days ago, the local government rolled up and ran away.

No one knew what was going to happen, only that they were in the process of being destroyed, about to be crushed into a plane by the mouth of a huge unknown thing.

What to do?

Run.

But more people can't run, they have nowhere to go.

This is a city on the Montpass Plateau, with Jedi up and long uninhabited land down.

Want to run?

Everyone in the city wants to run, but those who really have the ability to walk are gone, and where can they run if they run, haven't you heard that the nearby city has been occupied by "weirdos"?

If you go there, you will only be reduced to a pig.

Maybe there's a little hope for staying here—these people comfort themselves so much.

The city's water and electricity supply has long since stopped.

Food is no longer being brought in.

We obviously don't have a war here, no war?!

But.. Why?,Obviously it was fine before.。。

No one can give them an answer.

The cruelty of the inner world is like a sharp tooth that turns outward, constantly secreting salivary protease, grinding, breaking, crushing, chewing, and swallowing the delicate flesh.

The sticky black mood was boiling little by little, and an invisible hand kept throwing bones into the soup, and bubbles bubbled out.

That's what Montpass saw.

The desperation of boiling frogs in warm water.

"Alas. . . Time. Why is it only such a scene that repeats itself again and again? ”

"Instead of being loved by the world, you have never cared for us?"

"Humanity has long since lost everything, what more could you ask for?"

He sighed bitterly, he smelled the scent of the times, it was the same thing that used to be.

The ugliest things in memory were turned back out, and the overnight meal was vomited and swallowed again.

What is in front of you is only a cross-section of the suffering of the tricolor world.

Extinction.

There is no doubt that the time of eternity that I am pursuing, the strong premonition that appears, everything is about to wither.

Once the horn of despair is sounded, the madness of the species alone can easily destroy itself.

As for the awakened protesters?

After all, they are only a minority, and they cannot resist the tide of the times.

If you don't make a candle, you will end up as an ant, and no matter how much you struggle, it will only look more ugly.

Montpass walked down the road, filthy melon skin debris mixed with the stench of decay.

There is no government, no policing, no morality.

The old man was draped in a long stride, a garment from 30 million years ago, which could be easily concealed without processing and complex craftsmanship.

It makes him look like a bum.

- As for why not beggars?

If they don't exist, those people would have become mobs and villains, or rot and die in the sewers.

Food, drinking water, such precious things are far more precious than morality and human life, such a world, "people" can not live, only the most vicious and cunning, lucky jackals can live longer.

Montpass lamented.

He couldn't think of anyone who was telling him about his grief.

His gaze lingered on the hungry men, some of the beds in the open air were littered with blood-oozing sheets.

The autumn equinox is supposed to be a sassy day.

The old man felt like he was wrapped in an endless oppressive aura, pressed by a huge stone, unable to move.

Soup.

Add the condiments.

Chop up the ingredients that are struggling and wailing.

Chop it little by little and knead the meat into the shape you want.

Put the oil in the pan.

"Woo!——"

A low, feeble whimper came to my ears.

The old man's decaying body moved slowly, and when he began to move, the world stopped and waited for him, as if to pity his old age.

"Tread, step, step. ”

The dark alley, the wall skin is the texture of mouse skin.

Wet rainwater mixed with excrement forms puddles on the uneven ground.

After struggling to cross empty baskets and tattered debris, Montpass reached the interior of the alley.

It's like a sewer, and the ugly and dirty side of humanity can be traced in every detail.

For example, this scene in front of you.

Littered cans are lined with layers of wooden boxes.

Several sallow-faced men were gathered together, their bodies so dry that they could feel malnourished just by looking at them.

There was a whimper in the middle of the men.

The old man walked forward slowly, and around him, time began to flow slowly.

Through the gap, you can see that a little boy is surrounded inside.

Creatures have a strong desire to mate before they have a premonition of their own death, and apparently this scene has nothing to do with it - or maybe it has something to do with it.

"Tread, step, step. ”

"What are you guys doing?"

Montpass accosted the men in the language he had just learned.

The crowd was startled and relieved to see that it was a strange old man.

"It's about you!"

"Where did the foreigners come from? I don't see a few pounds of meat. ”

Montpass's skin was very pale, and his characteristic face was very different from that of today's race, and it was normal to be considered a foreigner.

In fact, the human race in which he lived had long since become extinct.

"I'm [beep-] you're old [beep-]"

A burst of unbearable expletives.

Montpass was not angry.

In his time, there would be more people who would put verbal "swearing" into reality without hesitation, without any discount, only more intensified response.

The eyes of these people were full of hungry light.

They turned their gaze back to the little boy who didn't look too thin.

"Alas. . . You're hungry, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry. ”

The old man stepped forward with his hands outstretched and was pushed away at random and roughly.

"If you are hungry, then come and eat me. ”

The men subconsciously glanced back at him, their eyes full of strange looks.

"This [beep-] seems to have some meat?"

"It's weird. Obviously, he was very thin just now. ”

This time they didn't dislike it anymore, and several people hurriedly tied up the little boy and walked towards the old man.

"Huh. . . ”

The man at the head had ugly cysts on his face, and he reached out and patted Montpass's arm as if picking pork.

"Hey, old dog, aren't you afraid of death?"

"him!

The people around shouted one after another, and some people had already begun to beg for knives.

"Very well, then let's kill it!"

"That little cub has shown me too! Don't lose us in a moment, we'll starve to death!"

"There aren't many pigs like this that aren't sick anymore. ”

The whimpering little boy had just rolled out a few laps when he was once dragged back, snapped off in his feeble and frightened screams, and thrown on the wooden box.

This group of people is very skilled in handling people as if they were handling ingredients, and it is obviously not the first time they have done this.

It's a pity that there is no provocative belief here, and there is no red sect, it is really too remote.

Even unknown cults do not come to such a sparsely populated place.

In other words, these people are dying.

The aftermath of the transcendent brings disaster, and in the same way, without the interference of the inner world, they will surely die.

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"I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!I'm sorry!!

"Damn it!! why would you do such a thing!"

"It's all my fault!! don't forgive us scum!!"

"Kill me!Who will kill me!Why am I still alive!!"

A moment later, Montpass knelt in front of him.