Cheng Muyou looked at the kind old man in front of him, and a chill suddenly jumped up in his spine, which he had never felt when facing that man-eating monster, dripping into ice, reaching his heart and lungs. He knew that there was no more scum left of his most powerful evidence, and with the disappearance of these corpses, Jing Yunlai would not tell Jiang Xixi's whereabouts no matter what. The great grief instantly swept through his heart, and for a moment, he almost wanted to rush up and cut the wrinkled neck with his sword, but reason was like a thread, tying him to the brink of collapse, unable to break through or get out.

Seeing that his expression had changed, Jing Yunlai's face suddenly had a little more smugness, he leaned his head forward again, and whispered in a voice that only Cheng Muyou could hear, "My lord, I also heard that you went to Qiu Xing Mountain, and you also found that cave. ”

Cheng Muyou's face turned pale, "How did you know about that cave?" ”

The color in Jing Yunlai's eyes turned from light to thick, his body leaned back slightly, and the expression on his face was shocked and suspicious, "Could it really be them?" The hundreds of deniers of food in my house disappeared overnight, and they ate it, right? ”

As soon as these words came out, the room fell silent, and everyone wondered in their hearts what he meant, and what the "they" in his mouth meant.

"In the year of the famine in Yuquan Town, you were still a child." A clear voice landed in Jing Yunlai's ears like a bird, and he looked up to see a young woman walking out of the crowd unhurriedly, her eyes green and full of vicissitudes, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"Kid." Jing Yunlai grinded these two words in his heart several times, until he crushed them to pieces before he could barely put a smile on his face, "The girl is well-informed, and she even knows about that famine. ”

Yan Niang also responded with a smile at him, "I have a friend who has experienced the catastrophe of that year, and he told me that there were not many children left in Yuquan Town at that time, and they were either slaughtered like animals, or they were eaten by their relatives after starving to death," she said calmly, but her feet walked towards Jing Yun step by step, "But Jing Lao seems to be an exception, he was able to escape from the cannibalistic disaster, and they all said that if the catastrophe does not die, there will be a blessing, and today I believe it." But I'm really interested in how you survived, and what you went through to become the monster you are today. ”

"What went through?" Jing Yunlai laughed, the laughter was trilling, empty and pathetic, like a trapped beast waiting to be slaughtered.

That winter, the spring water that had nourished Yuquan Town for thousands of years dried up, and the elm forest on Qiuxing Mountain also died, which was eaten to death, and all the skin on the trunk was stripped clean, revealing the gray core inside. The family has not eaten food for a few days, a few days ago the mother boiled a large pot of grain soup, poured a little into everyone's mouth, said that they did not dare to eat more, if they ate too much, the belly would be swollen, but my sister was really hungry and panicked, so in the middle of the night while everyone was asleep, a person secretly ate half a pot of soup. The next day, her belly was swollen like a bulge, hard, and she squatted in the thatched house for a long time, and she was so painful that she burst into tears, and she still couldn't pull anything out. The mother put her on her lap and pulled a branch into her buttocks, hoping to pull out something, but after tossing for a long time, she still didn't take out anything.

My sister is getting thinner and thinner, more and more yellow, and even her eyes have turned into two apricots, one by one shining with a dim light. I looked at her and never dared to touch the pancake in the cupboard again, although its long-lost aroma always tempted me.

One morning, my father took my sister out of the house, and he said that he was going to take her to a good place, where there were snacks wrapped in oiled paper and crispy baked buns. In the evening, I stared out the door, hoping that they would bring me some leftovers, but I waited and waited, but it was only my father who was looking forward to it. He was holding a paper bag with a few pieces of meat that had been roasted, and when I smelled the smell of meat, my eyes lit up, and I picked it up and stuffed it into my mouth, not noticing that my mother was crying beside me. After a full meal, I found that my sister did not come back with me, just wanted to ask my father, but found that his shirt was stained with a few blood stains that had not yet dried, I suddenly understood something, turned around and vomited, but was covered by my mother's mouth, "Swallow back, you vomit, she has nothing." ”

A few months later, my family was once again left with no food to eat, and I was covered in boils, dripping with black water, and I was in a sleepy bed all day. One night I opened my eyes from a nightmare and saw my father sitting on the edge of the bed staring at me intently, the flesh on his face was thin, his eyeballs bulging out of his sockets, and two fires burning inside. I was so frightened that I quickly closed my eyes, as if it was not my father sitting on the edge of the bed, but a hungry wolf. That night, I overheard a conversation between my father and mother, and my father said that I had become like this because I had eaten my sister's meat, and he also said that I couldn't get better, and the boils on my body were full of corpse poison, and I couldn't resist it at all. My mother didn't speak, she just sat aside and cried, and at the end, she wiped my whole body carefully with a hot hand towel.

The next day, my mother made me a bowl of noodle soup with the last egg and the last bit of noodles in the house, and she told me to eat it slowly, be careful of scalding, and then hide outside the door and cry secretly. I didn't eat the bowl of noodles, while she was crying, I climbed out of the window, ran up the hill for my life, the dead leaves and snow flakes hit me in the face like crazy, and cut it out one by one, but these were far less intense than the fear in my heart, I don't know how many heels I fell, and finally, when I climbed to the top of the mountain, the whole person could no longer support it, and I couldn't stand up when I collapsed on the ground.

I don't know how long I fell asleep, I was suddenly awakened by the sound of stepping on the snow, I got up and looked, and found that my father didn't know when he had come up the mountain, he didn't find my sleeping grass, but I saw from the dry branches and leaves that he was looking around with a hoe to plow the land, his eyes were cold and vicious, not like a person, like a ghost. I put my hand in my mouth to avoid an accidental cry, but my foot stepped into the air as I slowly stepped back, and before I could grasp the grass beside me, my body sank and I tumbled into a large pit.