There are fewer and fewer corpses in the town, hunger beats people's nerves hard, and everyone is like walking corpses.

Gradually, no one spoke anymore, and the town slowly died as if it were dead, along with everyone.

Perhaps submission can make people forget human nature, hunger, but it continues to eat everyone's patience and courage.

People gather together to discuss how to get out of this foggy town until they despair, and the feeling seems to be dead or sad.

Finally, several people came out, carrying knives, axes, shovels and other tools in their hands, and they silently gathered around a corpse that had just been thrown out, and looked at each other again.

Finally, someone slashed down with an axe, making a muffled sound.

Several others also started to get their hands dirty.

Their arms flailed wildly, and the already cold blood could still splash, staining the snow bright red.

The last few people walked back with a large piece of their limbs, perhaps they knew that if they didn't leave now, one day, they would also become rotten meat in other people's mouths.

The desire to survive spread out like a plague among the crowd, leaving only a fragmented skeleton of a corpse in its pass, and the constant aroma of human flesh being roasted permeated the town.

Another person died, and his companions were already numb, and a few people came out and began to cut flesh from the corpse, and their arms and legs soon became skeletons, and there were more and more people, and some people began to chop other corpses, and there were more and more skeletons, and I don't know who was shouting: those who have just died are easy to cut, and their bodies are not yet stiff.

There are more and more people foraging for food, like a pack of hungry wild dogs frantically devouring the carcasses of their own kind, and the decomposed limbs are scattered on the ground in a shocking way. Their movements became more and more calm, and some even carefully devoured the severed muscles with their tongues;

People seem to have fallen into a frenzy, some people are laughing while watching, some people are crying but they are not slow, one person is carrying a knife to a corpse, he falls to the ground and does not move, the person who follows him has already cut down with an axe, and the man screams: "I'm not dead yet!" But no one seemed to hear, and a few more people gathered around him, and when the people were gone, the man had already had many muscles removed, but he was not yet out of breath, and his hands and feet ached. You have to keep swinging.

The most terrible thing began, a corpse that had been stripped of its muscles was thrown out of the crowd, and the people who were too lazy to go outside to cut the corpse, they kept looking at each other to see who was about to die, and they surrounded them, and the people who were surrounded knew what they were thinking, and they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to close their eyes, but as soon as they closed their eyes, they made something else to wrap their stomachs, and everyone looked at the other people in fear, and the fire slowly went out, and it was dark.

The world has turned to hell, hell has turned into purgatory, and it seems that no real person can get out of this town anymore.

The town is still quietly hidden in the river, but I am afraid that no one will be able to take the story of the town out again.

There are fewer and fewer people alive, and the number of bones is increasing day by day, and trust, affection, and friendship seem so humble at this moment, so humble that they are not as humble as a rotten body.

I don't know who found out first, but on a foggy morning, the shopkeeper returned to the town, and the people who survived the death saw the shopkeeper walking in the dead streets during the day, as if they saw the gods, as if they saw the hope of life.

The shopkeeper didn't say anything, just watched numbly as people nibbled at each other, didn't even bother to lift his eyes, and when he returned home, no one knew what he had done.

The next morning, as on any other day in hundreds of days, the townspeople looked at the surviving people around them, and even prayed that the heavens would grant them a whole and delicious corpse, a longing that was like a devout believer praying for the dawn.

The shopkeeper slowly opened the gate of the courtyard, for the first time in a long, long time he had appeared in the daytime, and everyone was stunned, even more surprised than his fellow eaters.

The shopkeeper still looked at them numbly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to slightly roll up an evil smile, which contained a thousand meanings, but you can guess at will, even if you die.

The way people look at the shopkeeper also changed, from surprise to numbness, from numbness to scarlet, from scarlet to fanaticism.

Yes, everything that happens here is done by everyone, and there is the corpse of another companion in everyone's belly, except for the shopkeeper, who appears like a ghost, and then appears like a ghost in the bloodied town.

Why did he come back after all, no one knows.

But everyone has already understood one thing, once the cannibalism incident spreads outside, the people who are fortunate enough to survive in the town, even if they can barely survive, will not be able to stop the same kind of strange eyes, especially the innkeeper who brought the news of their cannibalism outside the town.

No one will let the shopkeeper go unharmed.

On a dark and windy night, the people of more than a dozen small towns gathered in front of the shopkeeper's house, the door was so rotten that only a door frame remained, and they could even stand outside the courtyard and see the shopkeeper in the room burning incense and praying.

Now that we have reached this point, is it still useful to pray for the protection of the gods?

No one knows, all they know is to eat the shopkeeper, and then, with the luxury of survival, leave this ordinary place, leave this ghostly town.

The shopkeeper stood at the gate, and a dozen people who fainted from hunger surrounded him.

The shopkeeper raised his hands above his head and said in a very gentle tone, "I know you are in pain, so I have come back to rescue you." ”

After he said this, the crowd had already begun to surge, and the original team of more than a dozen people suddenly expanded to a hundred, and it could even be said that the whole village came to the front of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper said reassuring words, but it was already too late, a strong man in a black coat and a small shirt walked forward and said sharply to the shopkeeper: "You hurt us, if it weren't for you, how would we be like this!" ”

The shopkeeper didn't refute, just smiled and shook his head: "Maybe you're right, then I'll give you a will, kill me, this is your last chance." ”

Out of the crowd came an old man who looked like a beggar, his face was full of dissatisfaction, and it seemed that as long as he made any expression, the youth beans that were no longer young would explode.

The muscles on his face moved, and looking at it, it seemed that he already knew everything about it.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke, his words were like the sky after a meteor, without brilliance, only the afterglow of the past, he kept laughing and crying, and no one knew what this crazy weirdo wanted to do.

No one wants to know what such a weirdo would do.

They just approached the shopkeeper step by step, and it seemed that they would attack in the next second, under that attack, no one could escape the fate of death, maybe death was not terrible, but when you watched hundreds of people looking forward to your death, and even tried to take your life, what would you do, you can ignore the righteousness of life and death, and you can ignore the vows.

But a man who stands up to the sky will naturally relieve all the troubles that threaten the people around him, even if it is a convenient effort.

The shopkeeper had the last laugh, he didn't even move his face anymore, he rolled his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, and said, "You ......"