The people below were still watching the Hector believers very vigilantly at first, or rather, everyone above, including Little York, was watched by them vigilantly, as if to judge whether this was true or not. But just as a traveler in the desert is about to die of thirst and puts a glass of iced juice with dove poison in front of him, if you drink it, you will be poisoned, and if you don't, you will die of thirst.

This is what the people in the pit are now facing. If they don't do what they say, it's not up to them to decide who will stay after half an hour, and even if they do what they say, it's unknown whether they will be able to fulfill their promise and let them go, but they can still make a gamble.

With this idea in mind, someone naturally took action: a strong man who looked to be in his thirties rushed out of the crowd first, grabbing the short knife that had fallen from the side. Human beings are blindly obedient, seeing that a person has already grabbed a weapon not far away, for fear that he will be attacked first, of course, he will stay away from him at the first time, and at the same time, it would be best if he could have the same strength as him. So the crowd dispersed, moving away from the man, while picking up something on the ground and carrying it in their hands.

Everyone was so careful to stay away from the people around them, vigilant everywhere, and maintain this fragile balance. Of course, there is balance, and naturally there is something that breaks the balance. This time, it was the Hector believers who stood on top of it who upset the balance.

As if bored with the scene below, Hector sat down in his chair with one hand on his knee and his chin, and said, "Remind you, it's been ten minutes." Little York could see the time on the game interface, and naturally knew that Hector's words were lying, but he was just about to say something, but he saw Hector's followers casually throw a rag and plug his mouth, and he could only make a meaningless "whine" sound.

But the people below didn't know, or because they had been imprisoned in the cave for so long, they had lost their sense of time, and they didn't have the brains to think calmly, and after hearing that ten minutes had passed, several of them went crazy and rushed to the most fragile people around them—children, old people, and women, of course.

The first to rush over was a man in his forties, with a muscular body, and at first glance he was not from an ordinary peasant family that could not even afford to eat meat, but he was looking at the hammer in his hand instead of the more convenient sword, which must have been a blacksmith. His target was a shriveled old woman, who had nothing in her hands, and before she could react, she was struck in the head by a blacksmith and fell to the ground without saying a word. The blacksmith, who was afraid that the old woman was not dead, even squatted down directly, and the hammer in his hand was hammered one by one, using the old woman's head as a chopping board. A woman not far from the old woman saw this scene, shouted loudly, rushed over with a sickle in both hands, and slashed at the strong man with a vigorous swing of the sickle.

Because the sound of cries and footsteps woke up the blacksmith who was mechanically hammering the head that had turned into a cake, he looked back and found that the woman was not far from him, and hurriedly rolled to the side, regardless of whether he was contaminated with the brains that had just been scattered by himself. This roll was quite timely, dodging the scythe swinging towards the head, but because of the big movement, the hammer in his hand was thrown aside.

Seeing that she didn't hit at once, the woman quickly regained her balance and chased in the direction of the blacksmith, and continued to swing the sickle to chop from top to bottom, but the blacksmith had nothing to take advantage of, so she could only get up from the ground in a hurry and run away in a panic. But he didn't want to just think about dodging this woman's attack and bumped into another man with a hoe. The man didn't even look back, but swung his hoe sideways and struck the blacksmith in the waist.

Hit in the waist, the blacksmith fell straight to the side and fell to the ground. At this moment, the woman with the scythe also rushed here, and slashed the blacksmith in the neck with a swing. Not unlike a ripe wheat bundle, the blacksmith's neck was cut in half, and blood spurted from the wound like bright red ears of wheat. The blacksmith struggled to cover the bleeding wound with his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain. In the end, in the last half minute, the blacksmith had already shed blood, kicked his legs and rolled his eyes, and died.

The woman gasped, as if she was still immersed in the feeling of killing the blacksmith before, and looked at the blood in her hand, the woman threw down the sickle in fear and ran backwards, only to be hit in the leg and foot by the man with the hoe before she could run two steps, and fell to the ground. The man looked at the hoe in his hand and swung it down, slicing off the woman's head.

Such a scene was staged in any part of the venue, and in an instant, the entire pit was transformed into a gladiatorial arena, and the originally peaceful and friendly people turned into demons who crawled out of purgatory, and their usual labor tools became murder weapons in their hands. The grandmother, who was the best spinning expert in the village, stabbed the neck of a person next to her with a spinning shuttle in her hand. Turning around, the most skillful girl took scissors and stabbed her abdomen, and her intestines were broken into several sections; before the girl could pull out the scissors, the skin child known as the child king, the short sword in her hand stabbed into her chest as if she had stabbed into the demon's body when she was a brave man in the past game; on the other side, the short knives in the hands of two prey who were good at hunting swung like the wind towards each other, but in the end they both fell to the ground; in the other corner of the pit, an even uglier scene appeared: because they had not eaten for several days, several people who should have known each other worked together to drag a child to the corner, kill the child with the weapons in their hands, and then disembowel, scrambling for the heart and liver that is still a little immature, and in the end it even becomes a big fight with uneven eating......

Little York was already stunned, he never thought that human nature could be so ugly. At this moment, these people can no longer be called human, they are nothing more than a bunch of crazy beasts for their own survival, they have human appearance, they have human memories, they have human minds, but they are no longer human. Little York wanted to vomit, but his throat was so blocked that he couldn't even vomit, plus he hadn't eaten for days, and there was nothing in his stomach that could make him vomit.

The believers of Hector seemed to be very satisfied with this scene, with a smile on their faces, and looked at Little York: "How is it, this feast, are you still satisfied?" Hahahahahaha...... took off the rag from Little York's mouth, grabbed Little York's head with two hands and looked at him with dead eyes: "Isn't it gorgeous? Isn't it luxurious? Isn't it?"

Little York looked at the exaggerated face and remembered what he had done before: "You demon!"