Two days later, the team finally came to a long-abandoned ruin. \, Qb5, COМ/ Judging from the appearance, this should have been a small town inhabited by ancient people. And now, it has become a snail's dwelling place for the Liuyun Female Clan to spend the cold winter.

A tall building that is quite spacious, this is where the Huang Manyun people live. Compared to other dilapidated houses, this place is obviously much more well-organized. Although the cold wind blowing in from the windows brought chills, the thick doors and hard walls at least blocked too much cold intrusion. From the outside, it should be the place where the ancients performed some kind of religious ceremony. This is illustrated by numerous inexplicable and eccentric statues. And a plaque hanging high on the porch clearly reads "Daxiong Treasure Palace", which tells Tianxiang unmistakably; It is an ancient temple. "This is where God dwells." Combining the information in his mind with his own understanding, Tianxiang quickly came up with such an explanation that was completely his own. Although, until now, he still did not understand that "God" did not seem to have given any help to these poor women who had taken refuge in their dwellings.

At the moment when his footsteps had just entered the temple hall, Tianxiang couldn't help frowning slightly. He felt that the restlessness and irritability that had disturbed him along the way continued to churn in his brain. Seem. The worm brain, which has a strong ability to predict, finds something here。。。。。。 On the flat blue masonry floor, a thin layer of dead grass was scattered and paved. In a leeward corner of the empty temple, a group of disheveled women were clustered like arhats. Bunches of hay were tied to their bodies with strips of cloth and ropes, as well as all sorts of soft garbage. It seems that they should be using this method to add some attachment to the thin body to resist the cold. After all, in the absence of enough clothes. Such an approach can indeed play a certain role.

Although, it doesn't work very well. In the center of the main hall, there is a pile of black ashes. This should be a mark left after burning. It's just that when you touch the palm of your hand, you will feel a chill to the bone.

It's been a long time since there has been a fire here.

Looking at these men who walked into the ground one after another, the women who were crowded together suddenly all stood up. The throwing gun in hand was also raised high, if it weren't for Huang Manyun behind him to appear in time, Tianxiang completely believed that he was the most comprehensive in the team. It will definitely be more than a hundred throwing guns, and in an instant it will be inserted into a honeycomb full of blood holes. "This is our new patriarch. She will give us all of us. Bring enough food and clothing. In the face of the tears and sorrow of the clansmen, Huang Manyun's announcement undoubtedly brought them a new joy and hope. In particular, the seemingly ordinary words "food and clothes" caused a great sensation among poor women.

"Summer and winter. Take your locals and go out and find something to burn around. "Zhou Bin, let your team open their backpacks and distribute all the clothes immediately."

"Li Wenming, call your subordinates, go get some water, and immediately make a fire and make soup. They've been hungry long enough. If you don't eat, I'm afraid you won't last much time. Orders were assigned in a tense and orderly manner, and the squads were also carrying out their tasks in an orderly manner according to their assignments. Soon, a warm fire was lit in anticipation by everyone. An iron pot scattered around the camp was also washed and filled with snow water, along with a dozen pieces of dry and hard insect meat, and set up on the fire to boil the contents of it.

Soon, a mouth-watering, rich aroma wafted out of the pot. Spread across the empty temples. The hot broth drove away the cold, and the delicious food dispelled the last doubts in the woman's heart. Tianxiang was satisfied to see that with the help of warmth and food, this group of poor women finally swept away the exhaustion and despair just now. Instead, there is a sense of excitement and relief. The vitality that had been worn away by the cold and hunger was returning to them little by little. "Huh! Isn't that right? Why are there only so many people? After the reunion, Huang Manyun began to count the number of people one by one, and soon found the problem. Puzzled, she couldn't help but call out to a woman who looked like a leader and asked, "Qinghui, what's going on?" Why are there only so many people? What about the rest? Where have they gone? ”

There were only eighty-six women gathered in front of the fire, a difference of one-third from the number before Huang Manyun left. "I 。。。。。。 I don't know...... They... They all. Missing! The woman called Qinghui cried bitterly when she heard the words, "Wow". The choked cry quickly affected the others. An atmosphere of sadness and desolation filled the room. "On the first solar day after you left, we ran out of all the fuel. Everything around that could be burned was burned. It was snowing outside, and we couldn't go anywhere without clothes. Although there are some dead trees not far from here. But we couldn't get there. As you can see, until now, we've only relied on strips of hay and rags to keep warm. If you don't have them......" "Wait!" Huang Yi Manyun suddenly interrupted Qinghui's speech and asked suspiciously, "That's not right!" By the time I left, I had left you ten complete sets of clothes. You should have enough people to go out and collect fuel, how could it be ......"

"Those clothes are gone!" Kiyoe shook her head heavily, and said helplessly and sadly, "All the clothes are distributed to those who go out. But...... But...... They. None of ...... returned. ”

"How is that possible? Where did they go? Huang Manyun couldn't help but gasp.

“。。。。。。 I...... I don't know! Qinghui sobbed and choked up, "The first batch of ten people sent out to collect fuel from the ground, and none of them came back. We waited here for two days without any news at all。。。。。。 "And what about the rest? What about Wu Li? What about Xiaoyun? And Zhengqing, where did they go? ”“。。。。。。 It's the same with them, they all go out and never have them again

Been back. Speaking of this, Qinghui was already crying: "We... I

We can't stand it。。。。。。 It's too cold... I just... I'll just bring it

They 。。。。。。 with hay Tie it into a few clothes that you can wear... Sent again

Several groups of people。。。。。。 But who would have thought。。。。。 Woo

Woo。。。。。。 No one spoke, and for a moment, the temple was empty in the main hall. In addition to the crackling of flames, the only thing that filled the cold air was the whimpering wind outside the window and the sad weeping of a group of women.

"How many people are missing?" Tianxiang, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head and said to Huang Manyun, who hugged Qinghui and cried bitterly. “。。。。。。 Thirty-six... No, it should be thirty-seven! Huang Manyun, who had counted the number of people, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and replied melancholy.

"So there should be a hundred and twenty-four people here before you leave?" Tianxiang's inquiring tone was still extremely cold. "、、、、、、、Yes. That's true! Regarding the inexplicable change in the attitude of the young patriarch, Huang Mango seemed a little overwhelmed.

"More than a hundred. Even if some of them are missing halfway, the food they have to consume every day is definitely not a small number. Tianxiang picked up a dried insect shell from the ground and gently threw it into the burning fire. Without raising his head, he asked nonchalantly, "Tell me." Before you leave, how much food is left in the entire Liuyun Clan? ”“。。。。。。 Probably...... There are only about 30 pieces of aphid jerky! "The matriarch began to understand the meaning of the sky and the earth to some extent." So many people rely on that little bit of poor jerky. How long can it last? Speaking of this, Tianxiang suddenly raised his head and looked at the woman named Qinghui, and shouted: "Since your patriarch left until now, it has at least exceeded five solar days, that is, nearly a month. More than 30 pieces of aphid jerky are only enough to eat for two days at best. According to you, those who were sent out to collect fuel. None of them came back. That is, apart from the jerky, you have not received any new food during this time. Well, I would like to ask you to tell me. What did you eat to survive during these twenty days or so? The fierce questioning was loud enough to be heard clearly by everyone in the empty temple. In fact, as early as when Tianxiang first began to speak, many people had already guessed the answer to the question. It's just that no one said it.

After all, it was an immensely embarrassing one, and an answer that carried countless tragic memories. Kiyoe didn't answer either. She was still crying, and all the women in the camp were crying. It was a cry of great sadness and remorse.

"Answer my question." Tianxiang's tone was still cold, and he didn't seem to be infected by this sad atmosphere at all. And this question, which was extremely indifferent and without any emotion, once again refocused everyone's attention on the person being asked. “。。。。。。 I... We... Cannibalism。。。。。。 Despite the extreme reluctance in her heart, in the face of the aggressive momentum of the young patriarch, the weak Qinghui could only stop sobbing, and helplessly said the answer that everyone already knew.

"Who do you eat?" Tianxiang didn't seem to intend to let go of the woman in front of him like this. ”。。。。。。 We... Eat... Eat... Our own people。。。。。。 Please, don't ask again。。。。。。 I, I can't help it! ”

Kiyoe felt like she was going crazy. These problems have always been the nightmare that I don't want to recall for days. But in such an environment where everyone is watching, I have to slowly say it from my own mouth. This is simply the harshest and most brutal torture.

Those dead clansmen are their best friends on weekdays. If it weren't for the desperation, who would possibly use her body to satisfy hunger? Who would want to cut off their flesh and chew it with a knife?

But I'm hungry! The intense cramping pain coming from the stomach pouch without any filling, and the feeling of sour water desperately churning upward, irritating the esophagus and choking, is really an unbearable punishment!

At that time, people can't be counted as human beings at all. It can only be considered a beast. A beast that wails for food, lives for food. To fill our stomachs, we eat everything. Snow, ice, hay on the ground, and even strips of scrap cloth。。。。。。 We eat everything. Do you see all this hay on the ground? If it weren't for the fact that they had to be warmed, I'm afraid they would have been eaten up a few days ago.

I'm hungry! I'm hungry! Speaking of which, not only women, but also many male hunters felt that their eyes began to moisten. They haven't tasted it before. But like these poor women, hunger is so crazy and miserable. It is a kind of pain and sorrow.

"How many people have you eaten?" Qinghui's narrative doesn't seem to have any effect on Tianxiang at all. The tone of his questioning was still cold. Very cold. "、、、、、、 Seven 、、、、、、"

"Seven people. They are all your sisters! Speaking of this, Tianxiang suddenly felt helpless and lonely. In order to satisfy your own **, eat the clansmen to fill your stomach. How many more times will this happen? Even if it doesn't appear in their own group in the future. And what about others? What about other ethnic groups? Will they think the same way I do? Just when Tianxiang was immersed in thinking and sighing, Qinghui suddenly said something that he didn't expect.

“…… We...... We didn't kill them, we ...... We're just ...... Just ate their corpses......"

"Oh?" Not only Tianxiang, but everyone was absolutely surprised and puzzled by this sentence that sounded a little inexplicable. "It's true, we really haven't killed anyone. We just ate their corpses after they died. I can guarantee that Sister Qinghui didn't panic! A little girl who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old stepped forward.

Echoed by her, there are also many female voices. Even though their voices are low and jumbled, they mean something. But it couldn't be clearer. "Don't mess around!" Tianxiang stood up and shouted sharply around: "I don't mean to blame you, after all, in that situation, if you want to survive, there is only this way." Though I am the patriarch, I cannot punish you for this. I just want to get to the bottom of things now. See what I'm saying? ”

After speaking, Tianxiang still sat down and asked Qinghui with his usual indifference, "Tell me, what is going on?" "Since Huang Manyun led the hunting team out to find fuel, Qinghui has become the temporary patriarch of the Liuyun clan. She did a good job and was fair. For that little food, she was careful and ate it for several days. But even if you eat sparingly, there will always be a day when the jerky will be eaten. Hunger naturally inevitably befalls everyone.

There has been no news of the first expatriate to collect fuel. Since two days ago, there has been no fuel in the camp. In the case of hunger and cold, Qinghui could only organize the second group of people who went out again. However, like the first batch of people, the second group of ten women who went out, there is still no news.

By this time, the entire population had fallen into a desperate situation with neither fuel nor food. Several frail women have developed terrible edema. Qinghui understands that if there is no food supplement, then these people will not last long at all. The only result can only be starved to death. Therefore, in desperation, she could only hit her own head with her own head.

It should be admitted that Qinghui is a very good acting patriarch. That night, she gathered the rest of her clan and announced her decision. At the same time, he also claimed that he was willing to contribute his body as food. Such a decision shocked everyone at the time. Blocking and persuasion are indispensable procedures. But in the end, Kiyoe still convinced everyone. After all, under the threat of hunger, friendship and affection simply cannot replace the most primitive **.

It's just that just when Qinghui was about to cut off his neck with a dagger, something unexpected happened suddenly.

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