Because it was renovated from an abandoned old station, the entire hall is not very large.

Standing in Xia Jian's direction and looking at the past, there is a huge hall, which is clear at a glance......

In the six days he was recuperating from his injuries, Xia Jian had imagined in his mind countless times what this small settlement would look like.

It's not that Xia Jian hasn't been at the base.

It's not that I haven't seen the dark, bloody, and inhumane scenes in the last days.

However, Xia Jian still had to admit that the moment he stepped into the hall from the tunnel, he was still completely shocked by the tragic scene in the hall.

The first thing that caught my eye was a pile of white bones that had been gnawed clean......

Xia Jian made a rough estimate.

The total number of bones in the entire small hill made of white bones will definitely not be less than two hundred.

And Xia Jian also found that most of them seemed to be the bones of children, and some of them were even those babies who had not yet grown......

The atmosphere was somewhat gloomy......

As she passed by the pile of bones, Xiaohua's eyes had turned red at some point, and tears were faintly flashing in them.

Xiao Qiang and Dazhi had gloomy faces, and the unforgettable hatred emanating from their slightly narrowed eyes.

"Is it ......?"

I remember Xiaohua once told him that after the first catastrophe, nearly half of their brothers and sisters survived.

Later, because of the disagreement, Xiaozhu's younger brother took a group of people.

Of the remaining dozens of orphans, only five of them survived by luck.

Think of it again, a few little ghosts don't have any resistance to eating human flesh......

Xia Jian suddenly thought of a possibility, but now was obviously not the time to touch this truth.

"Let's go!!"

Xia Jian patted the shoulders of the three little ghost heads and pulled them straight into the hall.

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In the hall of hundreds of square meters, on the platforms on both sides of the railway tracks, some bonfires are burning sporadically, and some torches are even lit on some stone pillars.

In the flickering light of the fire, the hall didn't look too dark.

Some of the survivors were scattered on the platforms on both sides of the platform.

They were disheveled, some of them were doing fornication on the ground, and there were a group of reserve personnel who were watching and even preparing to pick up their guns and mount their horses, some of them were holding the gnawed bones and licking them repeatedly in their mouths, and some were cooking something in a big iron pot.

But most of them sat there sluggish and numb, their eyes empty, like a shell that had lost its soul.

No one spoke, except for the occasional beast-like gasp.

But it feels like a static movie is playing in the whole hall.

Deathly silence......

The air was filled with the smell of sourness, decay, death......

Seeing someone entering, many survivors cast their eyes on it.

There's finally a glimmer of life in the hall.

What kind of look is that!!

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, but at this time, these windows of the soul are all dead and gray, despair, hollowness, insensitivity, and undisguised, naked beast-like desires, when they look at the three little ghosts who come in, they seem to see that it is not a person, but a little sheep that can move, is ripe, and is waiting for them to divide it.

Yes, I heard it right!!

In the eyes of these people, Xia Jian actually saw hunger, thirst and appetite.

As the four of them moved forward, many of them stood up from their places, looking at them with hideous and hungry faces, and the sound of swallowing saliva and stomach drumming was heard along the way.

But this scene did not make Dazhi and Xiaoqiang afraid.

The two brothers turned around and comforted Xia Jian: "Don't be afraid! They don't dare to come down, they are afraid of Brother Shi and Sister Bamboo......"

After saying this, the two brothers walked in front with their heads held high to lead the way......

"Hehe......"

Xia Jian smiled awkwardly, when did he fall to the point where he had to rely on two little ghosts to shelter!

It was Xiaohua, after all, she was only a seven or eight-year-old girl, seeing the undisguised hideousness on the faces of these people, she shrank behind Xia Jian with some fear, and her little hands were tightly tugging at his clothes.

The little girl may have remembered some nightmarish memories again! The round little face was a miserable white!

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Dazhi and Xiaoqiang are not wrong!

These people have hideous faces, as if they will pounce at any moment.

But in reality, no one actually did that......

Maybe there are unique rules in this place, and there are things that everyone is afraid of!

But that doesn't mean it's all right.

When a small man, because of his lack of physical strength, shook his body slightly, a tall man next to him had a fierce glint in his eyes, and he threw himself on the ground with a cruel smile.

The little man wants to rebel......

But helplessly, he was no match for the tall man at all.

I saw that the tall man used his hands and feet together, smashing frantically, and smashed the little man's head into a ball of flesh with a few strokes.

Blood splattered all over the ground......

The unlucky man's body twitched a few times, and soon he was silent.

"Ha Lu Ha ......"

The tall man laughed a few times, stood up and dragged the corpse on the ground and walked back.

Then Xia Jian saw him throw the entire corpse into a large iron pot with boiling water not far away......

Madness is going to spread......

"Ah......h

The screams came and went, and soon three or four more people were thrown to the ground......

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The impact of this scene on Xia Jian is beyond doubt.

It's not that he hasn't seen a bloody scene, and when he was at the base of the subway station, he also saw a lot of murderous bastards, but such a phenomenon of purely treating people as prey is impossible to happen.

Because there, after all, everyone still retains basic humanity......

But what about this group of people?

This group of people can no longer be called human beings.

Even calling them brutes is to lift them up, you know, even monsters like the Shadow Chasers will not feed on their own kind.

It seemed that Xia Jian was thinking something, Dazhi turned his head, smiled coldly, and explained in a habitual tone: "Every time we come over, we will ...... like this"

Every time I come over, it's like this!!

Xia Jianzhi said, This is actually caused by the three little ghosts in front of him.

Those scum didn't dare to do anything to the three of them, and they were aroused by their appetite, so naturally they could only find other targets to do it......

At the same time, Xia Jian also felt that he probably knew that some time ago, when these little ghosts first met him, they were thinking about eating their own flesh when they opened and closed their mouths.

Because that's what they live in......

If you don't eat others, others will eat you!

Compared with these bastards who destroy human nature, Xia Jian suddenly felt that he was really, very kind......

In this way, Xia Jian followed Dazhi and Xiaoqiang and walked forward for hundreds of meters.

A corner filled with ** aura gradually became clear in his sight.

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