"Big brother, this guy seems to be dying?" The thin young man who looked like a monkey bared his teeth and grinned, and his mouth full of molars made people feel disgusting. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I'll see." The burly fat man jumped out of the dilapidated slave truck, holding a half-cut double-barreled shotgun that did not even have a sight, and a half-cut cigarette butt in his mouth, and smacking two puffs from time to time.

He bent down with difficulty, and his tattered pants even showed most of his ass. He casually twisted the face of the "dry corpse", and immediately took a few steps back in a panic, and the fat on his body trembled uncontrollably.

"! What the hell! He raised his gun and pointed it at the "dry corpse".

What greeted him was an extremely broken and distorted face, countless blood scabs completely ruined the original appearance of this "dry corpse", and some of the blood scabs could even see iron fragments that were still exposed.

This appearance is enough to shock the world, and if you match that shriveled figure, you can already compare to those monsters in the scariest movies of the old era without makeup.

"Phew!" The fat man spat out the yellow thick phlegm viciously, and accurately hit the cheek of the "dry corpse", "I'm scared to death of your old man!" ”

"Big brother, what should I do? To be or not to be? The thin monkey scratched his head in embarrassment.

The fat man smacked the cigarette butt and slapped it on the thin monkey's head, and the thin monkey's body, which had no flesh, spun around before he staggered to his feet.

"it! Why not? Even if we can't sell it, won't we still be able to eat meat! ”

The thin monkey's face was a little reluctant, "Big brother, can you still eat the meat of this thing?" It's thinner than me, I don't even think it's even two taels of meat. ”

"Fuck, do you know why you're as skinny as a monkey? It's a picky eater! If it weren't for your wife who saved Lao Tzu back then, Lao Tzu wouldn't have bothered to run around with such a waste as you! The fat man slapped him angrily.

The thin monkey lowered his head bitterly, and glanced at the fat man vaguely.

"What are you looking at! Looking for a cut, right? "The fat man is another palm.

"Brother, don't fight, can't I be wrong!" The thin monkey held his head, picked up the "dried corpse" that was hard like a wooden stick, and ran back to the tattered slave truck.

This little turmoil soon turned to nothing, and the "dried corpse" was thrown into the back carport of a slave transport cart comparable to the stinking of a pigsty. The fat man in the driver's seat in front of him rested one foot on the dashboard, and the other hand was picking at the boogers while hitting the steering wheel, and the thin monkey in the co-pilot continued to hold his tattered telescope, carefully searching for a possible next target.

This is the jurisdiction of the Empire, also known as the forbidden area for the outcasts, and any outcasts whose status is not recognized, as long as they are discovered by these slave hunters roaming the borders of the Empire, can only become imperial slaves without any freedom to speak of.

Despite the facts, there are still many desperate outcasts who are willing to be captured themselves, because although they are not free as slaves of the Empire, they can at least mix a few meals of food and water, and the resource-rich Empire is not short of this thing.

The corpse lay in the stinking slave shed, surrounded by other slaves who were also shriveled and emaciated, staring at him without blinking.

They were so hungry.

"it, look at it! Even if he dies, it won't be your turn! The fat man poked the barrel of his gun into the back carport, and the slaves immediately cowered together, lest he shoot himself if he misfired.

After wandering for some time without any gain, the slave cart finally returned to an outpost on the Empire's border before dark.

"Fatty, what are the big gains today?" The lame old sentry yawned.

"Hey, don't mention it, I don't know what's going on lately, this slave is getting harder and harder to catch, and I can't catch a few after running for a few days." The fat man had another cigarette butt in his mouth, which he found out of nowhere.

"Yes, there are fewer and fewer people, but there are more and more bugs." The veteran sighed faintly, "In previous years, there would still be bugs at this time, but in the past two months, three outposts have been killed by bugs. ”

The fat man was also a little worried, and sighed, "Whatever, anyway, the sky is falling and there is a high top, and it is a day to live." ”

The veteran nodded, and said no more.

The fat man then handed the veteran half of the cigarette he had been reluctant to smoke, and lit the fire.

The veteran took a hard sip and squinted his eyes with some aftertaste, "You kid is still sensible, how like those rabbit cubs." ”

The fat man smiled after hearing this, but the corners of his eyes twitched a little bit or you revealed a little bit of his heart.

"Take it, stinky boy! Smoke your cigarette and see it hurt you! It's such a good thing, I don't think I bothered to smoke it back then! The veteran said and threw out half of the cigarette in his hand.

The fat man hurriedly caught the cigarette butt, "Your little 'glorious deeds' are almost rotten, you still spare me today!" ”

The fat man busily took a puff of his cigarette butt, and when he saw that the old man was about to chatter again, he hurriedly shrank down and ran away.

Looking at the fat man's two white buttocks that were still conspicuous in the dark, trembling up and down, the old man grinned with a mouth full of yellow teeth, he carefully pulled out a cigar from his arms, and knew that it was a first-class product, smelled it like a fishy cat, and immediately stuffed it into his arms while people were not paying attention.

The fat man shook his fat body and walked to the slave trap, and the double-barreled shotgun in his hand slammed on the rear door.

"Miscellaneous people, get out of here!"

The outcasts, who had not yet become slaves, cautiously climbed out of the filthy carport, bowing their heads and glancing at the strange surroundings, their gray faces with the fear they had become accustomed to.

"One, two, three......" The fat man counted the number of people one by one with the barrel of the gun, but there was always one missing.

"Monkey! How do you take care of it, brat! Why is one missing? The fat man screamed angrily.

The thin monkey, who was still squatting not far away and was fighting hard with a hard bone in his hand, hurriedly shrank down and ran over after hearing the roar.

"Haha, monkey, your dad is going to teach you a lesson again!" The other slave catchers not far away laughed sneeringly.

"Phew! Then I'm your father! The monkey replied angrily.

"it! What nonsense, hurry up and roll over to Lao Tzu! The fat man rolled his eyes angrily.

"Brother, what's wrong, I have something to say." The monkey asked cautiously.

"You stinky boy, I'm embarrassed to ask Lao Tzu, let me ask you why you have one less?!" The fat man is ready to fight.

"Impossible? I've been guarding it. The monkey scratched his head and shrunk his neck, and he couldn't help counting it again, but it turned out to be the same.

The monkey was in a hurry, and with a single step he slipped into the stinking carport, and a moment later he pinched his nose and dragged a blackened corpse out of it.

"Big brother, I missed this kid!"

The fat man kicked the body of the dried corpse, "Dead or not!" If you don't die, give Lao Tzu a squeak. ”

"It's over, just like him, I don't even have to eat his **." The monkey muttered quietly, and the body of the dried corpse was covered in filthy excrement.

"!" The fat man was about to kick out with a puff, but the dried corpse suddenly made a strange noise.

"Squeak."

"What?" The fat man was stunned.

"Squeak!" The cadaver couldn't help but raise his voice.

The fat man and the monkey looked at each other blankly, and their expressions twitched for a moment.

"Your uncle! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu hacked you to death! The fat man was angry, he just felt that this black thing was teasing him.

"Get the guy for Lao Tzu! I want this kid to be a slave now! ”

The monkey then ran out in a hurry, and after a few minutes ran back with a red-hot soldering iron, "Brother! Here you go! ”

The fat man dragged the soldering iron and poked the soldering iron viciously in Fan's chest, the burnt smell and the stinging sound, and the homeless people on the other side shrank in fear even more.

After a puff of white smoke, the fat man wiped his sweat and stopped his hands, and he looked at the fresh and clear letter marks with satisfaction, "Before someone buys you, your name is K!" Did you hear that? When you hear it, squeak the dog offal! The fat man spat out.

"Squeak."

"I'm your uncle!! Don't stop me! Lao Tzu wants to hack him to death! ”

The angry roar of the fat man spread farther and farther in the night. (To be continued.) )