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I seemed to see two golden rays of light rushing straight into the depths of my mind, and my head immediately exploded with a "boom", and many pictures that I had never seen before instantly appeared in front of me:

The ruins and broken walls are full of traces of fire; Corpses were strewn all over the field, the air was filled with the smell of burnt corpses, and on the empty street, an ugly-looking man was draped in a tattered robe, holding a little girl of four or five years old in his arms.

The faces of the two were blackened by the smoke and fire, and the flesh and blood on one of the little girl's legs were blurred, oozing pale yellow tissue fluid, and with each step, some liquid would drip on the ground. The little girl limped after the man, pursing her lips tightly, tears rolling in her eyes, but she resisted not letting them flow.

The man stopped, looked at the girl's wound, sat her down on a rock, lifted the girl's injured leg and looked at it carefully, then lowered his head and licked the pus from the wound for her.

The girl's tears fell, dripping on her body, and her eyes were full of gratitude as she looked at the man who was licking her wounds.

The claim that saliva can be disinfected is only heard, but there is no medical basis, but under such environmental conditions, men can do this, whether it is really useful or not, it is a blessing and a kind of touching for girls.

That was the end of the picture, and I resisted the grogginess in my head and looked at the old lady beside me, who was also looking at me at the moment, holding a strangely shaped red porcelain altar with some strange patterns painted on it.

She nodded at the cap, which came over and opened the strip of cloth on my leg. "Click", I heard the sound of something hitting the ground, I didn't feel the pain anymore, but as the wound was exposed to the air, there was a strange sensation in my leg, as if something was crawling inside.

The first thing I thought of was those disgusting bugs, their bodies tied so sturdy that I couldn't sit up and look at them. The old lady's face changed slightly, and she leaned over to look at it, and without speaking, she opened the porcelain altar in her hand and poured the contents on my lap.

I couldn't see what she poured out, only that it was a black mass, and I didn't know what she was going to do, so I said weakly:

"You don't have to bother, I won't tell you, if there is any means, just come, you can stand it!"

The cap squinted at me, then at the old lady, who shook her head slightly, and with a "snort" he put down the fist that had been raised to beat me. I forced myself to turn my head and glanced at Shen Mo in the chair, she was still hanging her head and did not wake up.

I feel a little sorry in my heart, whether she should be Shen Mo or Qingxian now, I hurt them, but I may never be able to make up for my mistakes. I turned my head and whispered to the old woman:

"I only have one request, don't embarrass that girl, she doesn't even know it."

There was no response, and the room was scary, except for the rustling sound of chewing. The cap suddenly turned to me, holding a sharp knife in his hand, I gently closed my eyes and let out a long breath:

"Come on, buddy, have a good time!"

"Huh"

The rope on my body broke, the cap pulled me up by the collar, and I saw that my two legs, which were almost only bones, and the little flesh left was rotten, and it looked like a honeycomb, and countless scabs crawled back and forth in it, and a few tendons and blood vessels were still intact, and I would shake when hit by the crawling scabs.

There were more than 100 black bugs next to their legs, which looked a little like beetles, but they were larger, and they were rapidly preying on the insects, although the insects were constantly dividing and multiplying, but they could not keep up with the feeding speed of the black insects.

The insects were rapidly decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the old lady looked up at me, and there was a hint of appreciation in her tone:

"You kid can survive until now, and you can be regarded as a character, but your brain is not good, and you can't make a big deal. I wasn't in the mood to hear whether she was going to praise or disparage, whatever, I was so sleepy, I fell asleep as soon as I fell back. I was so tired, and I had a fever, and I fell asleep before my head touched the ground.

The warm sun shone on my face, and I woke up again. The first feeling of regaining consciousness was itching, the piercing of the two legs, and I couldn't help but want to scratch, but I found that I couldn't move again, and the knot was sturdy. Only my head could move, and when I looked around, I saw Shen Mo sitting next to me, her eyes red and swollen, as if she had just cried.

I barely managed to squeeze a smile into her, trying to say something, but my throat felt like it was on fire, and I couldn't make a sound at all. The cap came over with a small bowl, and it was only then that I realized that she was a woman. Damn, it really fucking hurts when this bitch beats people!

She looked at me, didn't speak, and the silver needle in her hand picked out a thumb-sized worm from the bowl and brought it to my mouth. The worm was green and soft, rubbing around my mouth. I kept my mouth shut, I didn't want to eat something disgusting.

She didn't talk nonsense to me, put down the bowl in her hand, pinched my mouth open and stuffed the worm in. The worm was so cold that as soon as it reached its mouth, it immediately turned into a clear stream, flowing straight through its throat and into its stomach. The feeling of fire in my throat disappeared immediately.

I looked at her suspiciously, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What are you giving me food?"

The cap glared at me, didn't speak, and turned away. The old lady came over, rolled my eyelids, and said with a blank face:

"Don't move, your wounds need to be healed for some time, otherwise these two legs will be useless. Last night, the old woman just scared you, although I can't get used to that old thing, but I'm not an enemy, it stands to reason that you have to call me uncle, don't worry, the old woman won't harm your life. ”

It doesn't matter if you're worried or not, you're tied up and can't move, so what's the matter if you're worried? It's just that the itch that drills into the heart is really unbearable. For more than ten days, the cap would stuff a green bug into my mouth every morning and evening. Strange to say, after I ate the bug, even the hunger pangs disappeared.

Every day is a repetitive process, and the feeling is really unbearable, not only can I not move, but I can't even pass out, and I can only fall asleep groggily after the cap eats me at night.