Run... Hurry up!

They're going to catch up·····

In the damp and gloomy forest, a young man with black hair and black eyes, naked body, was running for his life. Behind him, a group of wild men with straw skirts, cow bones on their heads, and white ash on their faces were chasing unhurriedly.

With a relaxed smile on their faces, the savages chatted with each other in their own tribal dialect from time to time. It seems that they are in no hurry to catch the man. Anyone who eats good food knows that if cattle and sheep are kept in the pen for a long time, the meat on their bodies will accumulate into fat. On the contrary, if the cattle and sheep are released from the fence and let them run often, the meat on the cattle and sheep will be stronger and taste better after the mouth.

Looking at the mass of raw white meat in front of them, thinking that they could have another big meal tonight, the saliva in the mouths of the wild people began to secrete. Looking up at the sky, they felt that the time was almost up, so they shouted at each other, and scattered from all sides to chase after the young man.

The young man heard something wrong with the movement behind him, and turned his head to look, and his whole face was distorted in fright. He screamed and kept muttering, "I don't want to be eaten····· I'm going back to Spain, I don't want to be eaten... I'm going back to Spain ·····.

The man's name was Bryson Andrés, a painter who followed the Spanish merchant ships to the New World in search of inspiration. A week ago, Andrés and his hired group of 41 mercenaries left the merchant ship and descended into the forest, intending to find some unknown material in this new land to inspire themselves.

Through his fellow merchants, Andrés learned that the indigenous friends of this continent are not so friendly. However, he was confident that with his devotion to God and the mercenary group of forty bloodline warriors he had hired, he would be able to ensure his safety.

But alas, God and his old man did not care for them. On their second day into the jungle, they fell into the cannibal trap. No matter how powerful the bloodline warriors are, they are not fought by steel and iron bones, and in the case of the cannibals' various poisons and smoke in turn, the mercenary group quickly fell.

Forty-one of them were when they came, and after most of them died, only thirteen of them were captured alive. These days, cannibals eat one person every day. Fortunately, cannibals have a good habit of letting people out for exercise before eating people.

Look at how energetic he runs······

These days, Andrés watched his companions around him be released from the cage one by one, and then never returned. Imagine your companions being killed by cannibals in various ways and then eaten. Fear, remorse, shame, all kinds of emotions came to my heart together.

In the few days since he was captured by the cannibals, Andres was tormented. In just a few days, it was as if he had aged ten years. Looking at his current appearance, even if he returns to Spain, everyone may not recognize him.

Andrés looked at the surrounding trees out of the corner of his eye, and in his eyes at this time, these immobile trees also seemed to have turned into terrifying cannibals. He imagined himself being roasted alive on the fire, and the fear in his heart sparked adrenaline, and he roared wildly, and his mouth uttered a series of words of unknown meaning, and he jerked up his run.

His mouth was wide open, tears and snot were left on his face, and he crawled forward on all fours, surprisingly fast. As a result, he actually ran out of the sight of the cannibals.

By this time, it was getting dark, and Andrés didn't notice what kind of place he had run to.

Poof!

After a violent run, Andrei ran out of strength and fell to the ground. Only then did he notice that he had run to a place full of dead bodies. On the ground, stumps and severed arms were scattered everywhere.

Whew····· Wheezing violently.

"What kind of place is this? Is it a place where cannibals kill people? Am I going to be killed here?"

Andrés became agitated again, he got up with his hands on the ground, trembled, and ran two steps forward, one noticing.

With a "snap", he kicked and shattered a mud jar, and then fell to the ground again.

The face just met the face of a dead corpse, and he could see clearly that it was not a civilized person like himself who died, and the face of the dead corpse was painted with oil paint, and his face was yellow, this was the indigenous of this continent. The corpse did not appear to be very old, presumably just an adult. How could these people die here?

Just when his mind was a little confused, a puddle of black liquid slowly flowed out of the mud jar he kicked open. The liquid flowed out very quickly, and it seemed to be alive, rushing straight in his direction.

The black liquid quickly came to Andrés's head, and then pounced on him and the corpse, wrapping them firmly.

Andrés struggled violently, but the black liquid was like a large net firmly holding him in. In less than two minutes, Andrés was silent.

At the same time, the cannibals caught up.

As soon as they stepped into the blood-colored woods, they retreated with screams, and several of them knelt on the ground, quickly said something they didn't understand, and then slowly withdrew from the woods.

At night, the woods littered with corpses look even more eerie.

In this hell-like woods, a cloudy wind blew from nowhere.

Woowoo····· Woowoowoo······ Woowoo······

The strange wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, and kept making circles in this land full of desolation. It was like a ghost, crying out in grief for the dead on the ground.

Click!

Whoop · · Wow... Wow...

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and it rained heavily in the wooded sky.

The clouds grew thicker and the rain became heavier and heavier, and the floor of the woods was soaked in rain.

The sky seemed to cry, so that the dark clouds did not disperse, and it rained heavily for three days and three nights.

Three days later, the clouds cleared, and at the moment of the demon, a pale and swollen hand stretched out from the rain-soaked ground.

He slowly straightened up, his black eyes open, and he stared blankly at the woods in front of him.

"Where am I? What is this place? Ah·····hh

He screamed, hugged his head, and rolled violently on the ground. At this moment, everything that had happened in the woods was tumbling in his mind.

"I remembered····· They're all dead!"