Volume 2 The Past Is Like the Wind Chapter 19 A Different Way to Kill (II)

The old beggar was finally full of food and drink, he didn't want to eat chicken and duck meat anymore, he saw that these chicken and duck meat was already a little like vomiting.

The boy did not force him, and when he had eaten and drunk enough, the boy brought a table that was still in good condition and placed it in front of the old beggar.

Then he brought the cloth wrapped in things, spread it on the table, and put the chicken and duck meat, a few white cakes, and a pot of water on the table, and the old beggar could eat it as soon as he bowed his head.

The old beggar was a little moved to see the boy do this for himself, even if the boy had locked himself in this wall.

People will inevitably be moved, especially this kind of work of slapping a date twice will be even more moving. Lust can also blind people's eyes.

The boy took a pot with a higher rim from another room, and found four or five green bricks, and then set up a simple stove, and placed it in front of the table he had just set up, and placed it just enough for the old beggar to see.

He put all the lamb chops into the pot, then filled it with water, put some spices and spices for cooking meat, covered it, took out a wide and deep vessel, filled it with kerosene, placed a kerosene lamp on top of the vessel, lit the kerosene lamp with a flint, and placed it under the pot.

The old beggar was moved to tears, no one had ever been so kind to him in his life.

And he has already eaten chicken and duck meat, but he has not eaten mutton, the fragrant mutton, the delicate and tender meat, let alone eat, even if you smell it, it is also a kind of human enjoyment.

Thinking about it, saliva couldn't help but flow from the corners of his mouth. When you encounter something more delicious, even if you are full, you will eat more, even if it is a bite.

But the old beggar was a little puzzled, why didn't the boy just add a firewood under the pot, and how long would a kerosene lamp be cooked before it could be cooked?

He wanted to remind the boy loudly, but he was afraid that the boy would be disgusted with his insatiable greed and take the pot of meat away, so he honestly shut up.

Everything was done, and the room was dark, except for the kerosene lamp under the pot.

The boy went to another house, which also had a comfortable blanket, on which the boy lay and fell asleep.

The next day, at noon

The old beggar, who had just woken up, looked around, and when he saw the meat on the table in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart.

He was a little hungry, so he lowered his head and nibbled on the chicken and duck meat, but the chicken and duck seemed to have no taste, and he didn't want to eat it after two bites, and then looked at the pot in front of the table to see if the meat was cooked.

But the pot was still the same as last night, and there was no movement.

The old beggar sighed helplessly, and had to wait for the meat of the pot to cook.

The boy pushed the door open and walked in, his hands behind his back, as if holding something.

The old beggar was so excited when he saw the boy that he had forgotten that it was the boy who had broken his tendon yesterday.

The old beggar exclaimed excitedly, "Little brother, you ...... Can you add some firewood to that pot?"

The boy did not answer him, but walked up to him and covered his mouth with something in his hand.

The old beggar felt the touch on his mouth, and his eyes looked down as hard as he could, and saw a muzzle made of string on his mouth, which had many holes.

The old beggar exclaimed, "What are you going to do!?"

It's just that his voice sounded mumbled at this point.

The boy replied, "What did you do in the ruined temple west of the city on a rainy day?"

The old beggar was shocked, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his head, and his mouth was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound.

The boy said very plainly: "That's my own sister......"

After saying this, the boy's tears flowed down his face, which still looked childish, and his eyes were full of anger!

Then he took out another thing in his hand, which was a reed rod, a long and thin one, and he inserted it into the kettle, and then turned and left the room, not forgetting to take it with him when he went out.

He walked out of the courtyard and locked the gate, which was about to be damaged.

He walked slowly away, and all he could hear was the frightened and angry roar of the old beggar in the courtyard.

Here, no one is destined to come.

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On the first night, the old beggar was hungry again, and he lowered his head to eat the chickens and ducks, but he could not eat anything, and the chicken he hated this morning had become a luxury.

The next night, he was even hungrier, and he no longer looked at the pot of undercooked meat, he only wanted to eat the chicken and duck meat that was close at hand, but he still couldn't eat anything, and he could only maintain his strength by the water in the kettle.

On the third night, he was mad with hunger, and he screamed frantically, trying to bite off the muzzle on his mouth. But how could that muzzle be something he could bite off? Don't say that he is an old man whose teeth are not very good, even if he is a young man, he may not be able to bite it off.

Eating the chicken and duck meat in front of him has become a strong desire for him!

On the fourth night, only half of the pot of water remained, but the fatal thing had just begun......

The pot of water...... It's boiling!

The deadly aroma filled the room, and the old beggar held his breath tight, but the aroma still drilled into his nostrils.

The delicate lamb chops, fat but not greasy, fragrant and refreshing, gently tear off a piece, put it in the mouth, and slide around in the mouth, wonderful!

The old beggar's mind kept recalling the mutton he had eaten when he was young, and even though he was reluctant to recall it, his sense of smell, which had become extremely sensitive due to hunger, reminded him all the time: there was a big pot of delicious, smooth, fragrant, tender, and refreshing mutton!

This mental torture was a hundred times stronger than the physical torture!

He wept and shrugged, old tears, but there was more saliva in his mouth than tears.

On the fifth day, as an even more deadly aroma emanated, the mental torture he endured multiplied!

The saliva in his mouth had soaked the tablecloth in front of him, and it dripped from the corner of the tablecloth to the ground, forming puddles of water.

On the sixth day, he cried aloud, but hunger had made her cry long gone, but the tears that kept pouring out proved that he was crying.

Day 7! His mind was full of lamb! He felt like a chop of lamb! A fragrant chop of lamb!

In a desperate situation, if there is a fatal temptation beckoning to you not far away, then this person's desire to survive will also be infinitely magnified!

On the eighth day, the old beggar's consciousness was confused! he could not tell who he was! Or who was himself!

On the ninth day, he chewed his tongue as if it were the most delicious and delicious thing in the world, as if it were a piece of mutton boiled in a pot in front of him!

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth......

"It's delicious......"

It was the last thought that crossed his mind.