This fat man is indeed fat enough, weighing six or seven thousand catties, with a bloody mouth, he sees Zhuang Xia as food and comes to hunt. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If this fat man is quiet, he will still look like a person, but when he sees flesh and blood, his eyes are full of desire to eat, and he is full of blood.

Cannibalism? Zhuang Xia had only heard of such a terrifying scene when food was extremely scarce, and that kind of situation was simply hell on earth.

However, at this moment, Zhuang Xia saw a fat hungry ghost, and the other party rushed up, as if he was treating him as a meal, and grabbed him with his palms together.

It's just that how could this slow-moving fat man be his opponent, he kicked him in the belly, and the fat of the fat man rippled like a wave.

The heavy fat meat also couldn't buffer Zhuang Xia's strength, and it exploded in an instant, and the other party's body was paralyzed like cotton wool, and then he fell down holding his stomach.

The fat man who kept twitching felt that the fat on his belly seemed to have become meat sauce, and his abdomen was completely unable to lift his strength.

It's just that in the pain, he still didn't forget that he was still hungry, and suddenly grabbed Zhuang Xia with one hand, but this grasp was only exchanged for a violent kick, which broke his right hand.

Zhuang Xia finally understood, no wonder the wooden man didn't classify this kind of fat man as a human being, and even more disgustingly unwilling to attribute it to the Devourer, it was too difficult to accept.

How cruel and bloody is it to feed on humans, and what kind of beast should this be?

Without hesitation, Zhuang Xiajing, whose figure flickered, reached the huge head of the fat man, and punched out and hit him on the head.

There was no flesh and blood, the other party just had a fist mark on the door of his head, but this punch instantly shattered all his brains.

The fat man was suddenly silent, like a large puddle of fat piled up here.

Feeling a little disgusted, Zhuang Xia didn't even think about taking the heart of this fat man, so he turned around and left.

Not long after, dozens of fat men of three or four meters, or four or five meters of flesh poured in from all directions, and when they saw the corpses on the ground, they opened their bloody mouths one after another, and they directly devoured the flesh and blood of their own kind.

Without the slightest hesitation or intolerance, the greed for flesh and the enjoyment of devouring all show how cruel their long-abandoned humanity is now.

It's just that Zhuang Xia has already gone away, even if he sees it, he doesn't pay attention to this scene, he looks at the tall city wall, and walks over step by step.

Even if it was far away, Zhuang Xia could clearly see that there were soldiers standing on the city wall every few tens of meters, staring at the moving giants below.

With the strength of his feet, he soon arrived at the city, but he didn't want the other party to find out and accelerated his actions, leaving only an afterimage.

Like a wind, Zhuang Xia jumped up, and the thirty or forty-meter-high wall was crossed by him in an instant, and he directly entered the city.

The wind from the high-speed movement blew on a sixteen or seventeen-year-old soldier, and he was puzzled, for he seemed to hear a whistling sound, as if an object was moving at high speed.

He told an old soldier about his doubts, but the old man who stood crookedly told him that it would only be a gust of wind.

Because it is impossible for the Devourer to approach without letting them find out, let alone move at high speed, as gentle as the wind.

Those devourers are going to die one by one, where is this possibility, this is clearly just the shadow of this little soldier.

The recruit scratched his head and went back, it seemed that it was really what the seniors said.

However, he still has a strong sense of honor, and it is his duty to protect his homeland against the Devourers.

Zhuang Xia, who easily sneaked in, stood under the city wall, and after a short time entered the city, where he finally saw people coming and going, and the vitality of life was vigorous.

It seems to have returned to ancient times, there are many pedestrians in the streets and alleys, and the trading of goods is also carried out from time to time, and there are many green trees and flowers, adding a lot of vitality.

Standing here, even the air is better than outside the city, and the mood has returned to the normalcy of life.

If the outside world is a battlefield of fighting, then this is the place to live in peace.

Although the world as a whole has begun to be destroyed, this only remaining pure land is also being eroded little by little.

Walking down the street, Zhuang Xia's eyes and ears observe the world and collect information about himself.

This world still uses gold and silver, and the life mode is mainly based on the small-scale peasant economy, but this world has its own cultivation system, which belongs to the unique system of this world - bloodline warriors.

Although the city seems to be peaceful, Zhuang Xia can still find people's fear of crisis, and life is constantly facing challenges.

Under the flow of people, there is an extreme shortage of materials, which is also influenced by the outside world, and there are also internal factors, after all, the city is not peaceful.

Within the city walls were towns for several kilometers, as if all the population was guarding here, and along the fields outside the towns, Zhuang Xia kept walking.

Although the land here is much better than the decayed soil outside the city, it is still barren, with only sparse crops growing.

Almost parallel to the city wall, Zhuang Xia has been walking, looking at the world, there are city walls on the plain, there are city walls on the ridges, there are city walls on the seaside, and hundreds of miles around here are wrapped by the city walls.

The outside of the city is like hell, and the human world inside the city is gradually eroding.

The walls are fed off by the Devourers, and the people inside can only defend themselves, guarding what is left of their homes.

There are few birds within a radius of hundreds of miles, let alone other animals, and the most visible figure is a thin person, Zhuang Xia knows that maybe this world is really not far from destruction.

After walking around, Zhuang Xia carried a black package containing the huge stone man's heart, stayed in the town where he came, and found a place to stay.

The old couple originally didn't want to rent the house, but Zhuang Xia said that he was alone and had nowhere to live, so the two agreed.

Of course, if Zhuang Xia hadn't sent a few pieces of broken silver as rent, the other party would not have agreed, how could there be a reason for a white wolf with empty gloves.

At dinner, the two old men invited Zhuang Xia over for dinner, and he did not refuse.

A plate of black wild vegetables, a plate of dried lean tempeh, and a little brown rice like coarse bran.

It looked very simple, but it was all carefully prepared by the two old men, far better than their usual coarse chaff.

Zhuang Xia ate food that tasted the same as chewing wax, but he didn't frown, his childhood was not very rich, and even in his memory, he only drank white porridge for breakfast, and there was no food.

At that time, if he really felt that the porridge was lighter, he would secretly sprinkle some salt to add some saltiness.

However, compared to the hardships at that time, today's food was really hard to swallow, but in order to take care of the two old people, he ate noodles without changing color.

It is said that such a meal should be relatively hearty for the two old people, but they are also very unappetizing, and they put down the dishes and chopsticks after not eating much.

This day's meal made Zhuang Xia decide that he must not come again, and he had to find an opportunity to give the two old men some more silver.

As for his diet, there is no need to worry about it at all, Tianshou fruit is enough. As for food in general, he rarely eats it because it gives him too little energy.

Back in his room, Zhuang Xia patiently began to practice boxing, according to his plan, he would spend several months, slowly approaching the 100,000 giant force mark, and then try to break through.

However, the more he went up, the more effort Zhuang Xia spent on every bit of strength he had ever expended.

Originally, he had gained tens of thousands of catties of strength in one winter in the Xuanwu tribe, but now if he wants to grow by 10,000 catties, it will take him a month or two.

However, in the small world, he has enough time, and when he returns to the Xuanwu tribe, he has to turn over and become the master when his strength has improved.

Zhuang Xia, who was exhausted from cultivation, slowly fell asleep, and the next morning, before dawn, he began to cultivate again.

After the sun rose, the two old men went out, and at the age of fifty or sixty, they still had five or six acres of land, and although the yield was pitiful, it was still starving.

In the world of devouring heaven and earth, there are almost no fields that can be cultivated, the land is exhausted, the environment is unbalanced, and it is already very good to have a small yield.

At dinner yesterday, Zhuang Xia learned that the only son of the old couple had died in the battle with the giants, the Devourers, leaving them alone.

In the morning, suddenly the gongs and drums on the street were beating, and Zhuang Xia Du walked out in the cultivation area.

On the street, I saw a large iron cage on an ox cart, and in the iron cage was a young man in rags.

His face was dry, much like cut wood, and his body was very stiff. If it weren't for his frightened, rolling eyes, it would have made people think it was a dead body.

The crowd gathered around the ox-cart, picking up rocks from time to time and throwing them at it, cursing and cursing.

The ragged young man's face was desolate, as if he had seen what would happen to him, and he seemed to have anticipated and prepared for it.

It's just that when the end of oneself really comes, waiting for death is really uncomfortable.

In a short time, a group of people escorted him to the execution ground, where they had to witness the sentence being pronounced.