"No!"

The man hugged his old mother and cried heartbreakingly, but he had to be careful not to make too much noise and annoy the outsiders in the village, so he could only cover his mouth with his hand, almost suffocating.

Blood was dripping from his palm.

“……”

The surrounding villagers felt the same way and couldn't bear to look at the mother and son.

But there are also villagers who look at Ah Fang's father with hopeful eyes.

Ah Fang's father gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Don't cry. Sister-in-law, if you can stand up, I respect you. There are so many of us here, and we can't compare to you. But...... Sorry, you can't. ”

The old man trembled and asked, "Why?" It's not enough to kill my old woman, I have to let my children and grandchildren die?! Otherwise, you'...... If you chop me up to pieces, the corpse master won't be able to taste it! ”

The old man's son, who was kneeling in front of the old man, bit his lip stubbornly. His mother's words were like knives in his chest, and they were cut at the chests of others.

But what can they do?

After the end times, the new world arrived.

But it's a new world for zombies.

Humans are just their food.

Even human beings need to choose the right food before the zombies speak, and carefully serve the zombies, so as not to make the zombies angry and make more people suffer.

It's like hanging on a rotten rope, and below that is the cauldron of hell.

In order to prevent everyone from falling into that catastrophe, they had to elect one person and kick him down.

And this man must not be too bad, it must be delicious, it must be delicious, it must be precious enough, so that it can be boiled into a soup that the devils are satisfied with enough.

What is humiliation.

It's called humiliation.

"All the sick and old are excluded, and among the remaining healthy people, young and middle-aged laborers are excluded first. Boys over the age of eight have already stood up, and they can be laborers in the future, but they can't be chosen. Ah Fang's father said loudly. Of course, it's only to reach a volume that everyone can hear, "As for adult women, under the age of twenty, they can be considered, and no matter how old they are, I'm afraid the 'princess' won't be able to look at them."

"I called all the eligible families in our village. Now I have a jar here, and according to the number of eligible families in our village, I put the same number of black beans in it, and I took out another one and exchanged it for a red bean. Later, we will come up one by one to draw, and after the drawing, we will see which family's representative draws red beans, and they will choose from this family. ”

After speaking, Ah Fang's father let go of his crutches and lifted the jar in front of him.

A vegetable jar, the shape of which is quaint at best, is also a precious family property for the villagers of the logistics village of New World. A wooden plank temporarily served as a lid for the altar, and the edges of the plank were still stained with mud.

A young man next to him held up an oil lamp so that everyone could see Ah Fang's father and the jar in his hand.

Ah Fang's father held the bottom of the jar with one hand and the wooden board with the other, slowly shaking the jar.

Whoa, whoa.

The beans in the jar sang briskly.

As if it had been a century for so long, Ah Fang's father stopped, gasped and lifted the plank: "Come on." ”

“……”

No villager dared to step forward.

Ah Fang's father took a deep breath: "I'm the village chief, I'll come first." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and took out a bean.

Under the light of the oil lamp, the beans were as black as jade.

Ah Fang's father put away the beans, casually found someone around him, and shouted, "Come!" ”

The man's legs trembled.

But the people around him had already avoided the side, so he had to bite the bullet, walked up to Ah Fang's father, and grabbed a bean with his sweat-soaked palm.

When he saw that it was a black bean, the man cried with joy.

Ah Fang's father looked at the next one.

Glared at by Ah Fang's father, the man's idea of resistance was suddenly stifled, and he went up resignedly, took a bean, and then smiled from ear to ear. It's black beans.

Ah Fang's father called the names of several more people, and they reluctantly stepped forward one by one, took out the beans from the jar, and displayed them under the oil lamp.

But as more and more people took out the black beans, Ah Fang's father no longer needed to stare before someone came up. The villagers took the initiative to step forward, and even gradually began to show signs of scrambling.

Because there are so many beans in total, the further back you go, the more likely you are to catch red beans. If you don't hurry, I'm afraid this bad luck will fall on your own head!

Finally, when the nineteenth person was caught, Red Bean appeared.

It was a small, stocky man with nothing special about his face. Even in the generally poorly clothed logistics villages, his dress can be called raunchy. His pants were almost shattered below the knees, and his shirt had multiple tears that had not been repaired. He was barefoot on the mud-made floor of the house, black between his toes, and even had animal feces on his heels.

On his back lay a girl who was only two or three years old, neatly and cleanly, and tied two cute little braids with a red head rope. The white and tender little face was leaning against the back of his father's neck, and a finger was in his mouth, sleeping soundly.

"Village Chief......

He knelt in front of Ah Fang's father, "girl...... Her mother is gone, so she left me with such a thought! ”

"You have a son."

Ah Fang's father gritted his teeth and said. "You've got it. You have to admit it. ”

The man looked at Fang's father blankly, and suddenly cried.

The surrounding villagers showed unbearable looks, but no one stepped forward.

Who would dare to step forward? It's not someone else's child who dies, it's your own child!

Finally, the man's daughter was removed from his back. The little girl lay in the arms of the mistress of this farmhouse, rubbing her eyes without waking up: "Abba......"

The man looked at the child pitifully, but in the end he didn't dare to look at it one last time, covered his eyes, pushed away the crowd in front of him, and staggered out of the farmhouse.

"You two go along, so you don't have any surprises." Ah Fang's father said to the two villagers.

"Village Chief, it's not too early, let's go back first."

Some villagers said to Ah Fang's father.

The unlucky ghost has been chosen, and the villagers don't want to stay here for a minute.

Although since the election was elected, Ah Fang's father would not allow the change of hexagram, otherwise he, the village head, would not be able to be the head. But the villagers still feel that if they stay here for a second longer, bad luck may befall their dolls.

Ah Fang's father said, "Let's go, let's go." I'm tired too. Wake up early tomorrow morning and be refreshed. ”

"Hey."

"Don't worry."

The villagers responded and left the farmhouse in twos and threes.

In the end, only the owner's family and the family of Alfon's father, who lived here, were left in the house.

"Her dad ......"

Ah Fang's mother came over with her child who had also fallen asleep, "With so many people going out, will it surprise the guards outside......