"Do you want to try to die? Can you imagine the infinite horrors...... Do you want to see your flesh being slowly crushed by a pair of scissors, little by little? You shit, do you want to die? ”

The sound became louder and louder, and the scene in front of him became clearer and clearer, as if the thick layer of cream foam had been completely erased, allowing Song Le to see the "real" world.

Less than half a foot in front of him, there was a black-haired young man with a hideous expression, he was screaming frantically, his black eyes glowing with gray-white light, like a long-dead corpse with color.

Song Le wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, not because he was stuffed with a cold barrel in his mouth, but because he found that he seemed to be stuck in a never-ending nightmare.

In the nightmare, there is a real, infinite ...... Terror!

Grunt, snort......

The flames of hunger began to burn everywhere, every drop of sweat would quickly evaporate, and every mouthful of saliva would be burned until only the scorched stench remained.

"Hunger Hunger Hunger ......"

I don't know how long ago the voice I heard rang over and over again, repeating the horrible word over and over again.

Something should be done. ’

Song Le told himself so in his heart.

'Not eating, not running away, not going with that ring of fate that can never be escaped, what should I do to get out of this damn place!' ’

Song Le yelled in his heart, trying to make himself more awake and escape from this never-ending nightmare.

Unfortunately, it was useless, the feeling of hunger, like the scythe of death, emitted a cold breath of death in his throat.

"It's empty, it's empty!"

"The facial features are empty, the skull is empty, the belly is empty, even the chest cavity is empty, all the places are empty!"

"They need to be filled, now, now, right now!"

Song Le knew that it wasn't him yelling, and even these weren't really from his thoughts.

But what about knowing?

He was still being manipulated by hunger, by the voice, by the giant, eaten-eating monster he had seen in the vision.

"Food!"

Song Le couldn't help but roar in a low voice.

"Food!"

He roared again, glaring at the black-haired youth with blazing eyes.

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Zhang Jie didn't understand what was going on.

Half a minute ago, it was fine, and a few rookie reincarnators listened to him honestly tell him about the horror of the reincarnation world,

Just half a minute passed, and the little fat man, who was obviously an abandoned house, went crazy for some reason, and even ignored the barrel of the Desert Eagle's gun in his mouth, and stubbornly walked towards the companion who didn't seem to be anything special.

And most importantly, why does this guy look so strange in his eyes?

Really, Zhang Jie swears he's never seen this kind of look before.

Cold, ruthless, fearful, ferocious......

No, it's not right, the eyes were empty, there was no emotion, there was just a dead silence.

It doesn't seem right, it should be that, that ......

Zhang Jie couldn't find the right words to describe the eyes of this mysterious guy, he felt that the way the other party looked at him was a bit like the way he usually looked at the lamb.

Not yet accurate, that's a much more ......

'No! Not yet! ’

An extremely terrible thought appeared in Zhang Jie's mind, his heart was instantly clenched to death, he couldn't struggle, he couldn't breathe.

'Damn, I've been there!' ’

'Really, I swear, I swear with my life, my honor, everything I have, all this, I have experienced. ’

'Oh my God! That guy, that guy called Song Le, he came over to me. ’

He'll eat the Desert Eagle in my hand, really, I've seen it with my own eyes! ’

'Eat, eat, eat ......'

Zhang Jie couldn't help himself and shouted: "Die!" You monster! ”

He screamed, desperately pulling the trigger on the infinite bullet version of the Desert Eagle in his hand.

He's going to kill this guy who gave him nightmarish horrors, and he wants to wake himself up with blood and sting.

However......

In Titicaca, the sound of a hammer hitting the tail of a bullet kept ringing out.

Woohoo! Countless Magnum high-powered bullets were fired and went where they were supposed to be.

At this time, Zhang Jie was extremely horrified to find that his wrists were numbed by the huge anti-shock force of the Desert Eagle, but the guy's head was not blown off.

The bullet disappeared silently, like a fat man's mouth connecting to a bottomless abyss.

What is going on, cold sweat seeped from Zhang Jie's forehead, merged into a stream, and meandered down.

Clang, tick, flutter......

The sound of wheels hitting rails, sweat dripping, hearts pounding, and clicking......

Why is there a clicking sound, that's ......

Zhang Jie followed the sound to find the source, which was the sound of the Desert Eagle gun he stuffed into the monster's mouth, chewed by the monster.

Oh, my God!

How could it be, this is the Infinite Bullet Desert Eagle that was exchanged from the main god space, how could it be chewed and swallowed by it?!

Suffocate!

Zhang Jie opened his mouth wide and breathed hard, but he couldn't breathe in any air.

The air around him was crushed by the horrible sound of chewing.

Click, click!

The barrel is gone.

Click, click!

The barrel is gone.

Click, click!

The trigger retainer is gone.

The fat man's mouth paused, Zhang Jie understood, quickly let go of his right hand holding the trigger, and hid in the corner of the carriage with his companions like quails.

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Food, "Zhang Jie's Infinite Bullet Desert Eagle Pistol", satisfies the needs of "it" and "them", and "it" and "them" temporarily let Song Le go, allowing him to temporarily wake up from the dangerous state of "relying on instinct to forage for food".

His body returned to normal.

There was no burning feeling of "emptiness" in the abdomen, and the facial features, brain, and various organs also returned to the body, except that the brain was chaotic like a lump of magma due to the sudden increase of information, there seemed to be nothing abnormal.

It's just that if he doesn't get the food in time next time, "it" and "them" will still make Song Le taste that painful feeling.

When the food is completely depleted, eternal death awaits him.

As for "it and them", another host will probably be found.

Why Song Le knew this, he didn't know, and he couldn't explain it.

There were four men and two women in the carriage, who looked like Chinese, and then at the end of the carriage stood 6 heavily armed foreigners in black, and 3 civilians in civilian clothes, both black and white.

Three men and one woman were frightened by him, and they were huddled in the corner, shivering, while the two were elsewhere.

They were shrouded in a faint white curtain of light, but the nine foreigners were not, and they were talking to themselves, completely oblivious to what was happening here.

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