Van was lying on the ground like a prostration, sweat wetting every part of his body, and the huge bright yellow insect crystal flashed one after another, and the luster was a little dim. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Remember? Remember what you did? The rumbling sound slammed into Van Skull.

Van lay on the ground silently, yes, he remembered, remembered all the things he had swallowed.

"Irony, irony." The rumbling voice was mixed with contempt, "What an ugly species can claim to be intelligent life. ”

"I'm just trying to live...... every word of Sanskrit seems to exhaust all the strength of the body.

"Live, hehe, you're right, you're just trying to live, every one of you, to live, to live at all costs. So go and look again, look at everything that happened in your locked memories, everything that you have experienced, and you will understand whether it is we who have destroyed you, or whether you have destroyed yourselves. ”

The bright yellow insect crystal glowed brightly, illuminating every crevice in the dim underground, and the erupting energy hit the hard "wall" like a tidal wave, like the last grass that overwhelmed the camel, and the solid blockade barrier was knocked open in an incomprehensible way.

The sky is full of sand and dust, and this is a windy frontier.

The Lone Wanderer wrapped himself in tattered clothes, looked up at the sun through the cracks in his head and picked up old worm skulls, struggling to find his way through the dust.

His head flashed with unknown images that reminded him that he was an amnesiac man who remembered his name, Van Fan. No, the current name is, K.

There was a tingling pain in his chest, he covered his left rib, ** as if kneeling on the ground, the long pain and various sounds and images of his brain as if it were about to explode, without knowing it, he was grabbed and thrown into the car.

The violent jolting made him feel nauseous, and he didn't know how long it took for the rumbling engine to finally stop.

"Go down." He was violently kicked out of the car.

"Identified, a runaway slave." Someone ripped open his clothes and found the slave logo on his chest. Then there was the sound of metal crashing, and when he finally got back to normal, he found himself locked in a cage full of rust.

Of course, he's not alone, but the premise is that you have to count the "bones" who only have one breath left.

"Let me out." He shook the iron cage, and the rusty iron pipes fell and mottled.

"Hey! Don't be noisy, be honest! If you talk nonsense, I'll reward you with a peanut. The guards violently smashed the butt of their rifle on his head, knocking him to the ground, and then figuratively spat on his head.

At this time, a shout came from not far away, "Wanda, drag two people out." ”

"Got it." The guards responded with a gentle sound, and with weapons in hand, they let their men drag out the two emaciated and dying men from the cage.

"Hurry up, you won't be able to eat later!" Wanda kicked her hand down. The person who was kicked only let out a resigned response, and then used his strength to drag the two of them away quickly.

Two hours passed quickly, and the midday sky was still full of dust, and the guard Wanda leaned lazily back in his chair.

"Boss, give it, you eat." Wishfully, his men handed Wanda a hard-earned piece of bone.

"Hmph, seeing that you are so sensible, I will protect you for another month." Wanda took the bone and chewed it clean, he ate it so hard that he didn't let go of the hard bone chips.

His subordinates swallowed vigorously, their eyes staring at Wanda's mouth.

"Look at what, look!" Wanda slapped him on the head, "Aren't you reluctant?" ”

The subordinates hurriedly knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands, but they didn't even dare to say anything. Wanda snorted, no longer caring about the mistakes of her men.

After a while, his subordinates cautiously squatted beside Wanda, glanced at the flying sand and dust outside the house, and asked with a cower, "Boss, when will the sandstorm stop this time?" ”

"How do I know?" Wanda muttered.

"And what about our food? Sandstorms can cut off supply lines. ”

"that's so much! It's endless! Wanda waved her hand.

"Don't dare, don't dare." The subordinates hurriedly waved their hands.

Wanda stopped, then picked up the rifle with a humming and chirp, and walked outside the house with an unkind face, and it could be seen that he was not in a very good mood.

After Wanda left, there was only one of his men left in the room, and this person first glanced cautiously outside the room, and after confirming that Wanda had indeed left, he suddenly straightened up and bent down.

"Hey! Hi! Get up, get up for Lao Tzu. He picked up an iron rod and struck it vigorously.

But there were very few responses to him, except for a few ** of unknown meaning.

This person was so angry that he couldn't help but scold, "Fuck, I might as well tell you, if anyone gives me back lying on my stomach, he will be the one I drag out next time!" ”

His words were immediate, and many slaves who were originally lying on the ground and dying, immediately exhausted all their strength and trembled and got up. The man was visibly pleased with the scene before him, and he grinned, content with the ridiculous vanity of this command.

The man laughed for a while, but when he saw that there was someone in the corner who was still indifferent, he frowned and scolded loudly, "Didn't you hear me?" Don't you want to live anymore! ”

But in the face of his anger, the man lying down remained indifferent, which angered him, and in a fit of rage, he pointed to the two slaves closest to him and said, "Go and carry him to me, if he is not dead, Lao Tzu will kill him!" ”

The two emaciated slaves did not dare to resist, so they could only tremble and drag the man out with great difficulty. But the moment they dragged it out, they were stunned for a moment, this was a child, a child who was obviously underage.

"Why are you stunned, don't drag me over!"

Under the persecution of the form, they had to drag the hungry child out of the air.

"It turned out to be a little ghost, and he's fucking alive!" The ugly curses and sticks were about to fall, and Van who had been curled up on the edge of the iron cage could no longer look at it, and he grabbed the iron rod that was about to fall.

Fan looked coldly at the other party whose temperament had completely changed, and it was hard to imagine that he was still submissive at the first moment, and there could be such a big change in the next moment.

"He's still a kid." Van said hoarsely.

"You dare to stop me?" The man's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "How dare you stop me!" ”

"I'll kill you!" He pulled the iron rod hard, but found that it was held by the other party.

"Release!" He twisted his wrist hard, and finally staggered back the iron rod, and at this time, Fan had already walked into the iron cage with the thin child in his arms.

"You're dead! You're dead! The man roared angrily outside the cage, but for a moment there was nothing he could do, and if he wanted to punish the people in the cage, he had to enter the iron cage, but the key and weapon were not with him.

Just as he wandered impatiently, there was an impatient scolding from outside, "What's the ghost called!" Wanda kicked the door open.

"Boss, are you back?" One moment it was still menacing, and the next moment it was immediately groveling, when it came to the ability to change his face, this person may be the only one in his life.

"Don't talk nonsense, pack your things and come out with me." Wanda waved her hand.

"Yes, yes." The man hurriedly bent down, packed up his things, and hurried out.

As soon as the two men left, the slaves in the cage immediately fell to the ground again. Van was holding the dying child in his arms, his forehead was burning, his belly was swollen due to long-term malnutrition, and his slender arms were only the thickness of Van two fingers.

The child is wheezing weakly, and if it continues to develop at this level, he may not even be able to survive tonight.

"Who are the parents of the child?"

Fan's inquiry was not answered, but this was also expected by him, and the child in his arms kept crying, carefully distinguishing that it was a word, water.

Van looked around and did not find any water, and the child's painful ** inspired his pity, and after a few hesitations he made an astonishing move, he bit his wrist with his teeth and put it on the child's mouth.

The water source stimulated the child's survival instinct, and he gulped on Fan's blood until there was no more blood in the wound. Fan removed his wrist, and the wound that had been bitten at this time was actually healed, and only a few drops of thick purple blood that had not dried up could be seen.

A slight dizziness came, Fan gently pinched the corner of his forehead, and when he returned to normal, he found that the child in his arms was hiding in a corner and watching him carefully.

Van beckoned to him, but the child was indifferent and shook his head.

"Where is this?"

There was still a silent silence in response, and after a long time, a cough accompanied by the old man's wheezing faintly came, "Young man, you shouldn't save him. ”

It was a dying old man, but from the way the people around him looked at him, he seemed to be quite prestigious. (To be continued.) )