Lynch held the lantern in his hand and walked slowly down the rather narrow path. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The houses on his right side on both sides are different from the previous bungalow structure, and each family here lives in a small two-storey bungalow, and the space between the houses is relatively large.

The bungalows on the opposite side are like thatched houses, which look very shabby.

When some people are no longer eligible to stay in the Inner Ring, they are evicted from the Inner Ring. Those who were evicted had no choice but to live in the Outer Ring Road.

Most of the houses in the outer ring are not relics, they will make some simple and crude houses like thatched houses, and then live in them. Other good houses in good condition will be occupied by families who have been evicted from the inner ring.

As for Lynch, their stronghold is not inhabited by ordinary people for special reasons. And Lynch himself plans to go to the river to explore during his break, after all, he has not seen what the rivers of this world are like.

Maybe if you walk along the direction of the river, will you end up on the beach? Will the beach still be covered in black fog?

"Hmm......" Lynch looked around the alley.

It's a cul-de-sac, with a high wall at the end of the alley, and on the other side of the wall is an area that was originally used for planting. There's a big open space.

So far, he has not found any trace of the little monster just now.

Lynch felt a little weak, his hand holding the sword slowly touched the bell on his waist, he thought a little about calling for reinforcements to come over to help, it was better to be cowardly than dead.

However, Lynch only held the bell in his hand first, and did not shake it immediately, and he stopped scanning around meaninglessly, staring at the very end of the alley.

The lanterns hanging in front of the houses there were dimmed.

Schroeder gasped, his face was bloodied, and he looked at his wife sitting on the ground with horror and disbelief.

His beautiful blonde-haired wife fell to the floor, a large tuft of hair missing from her head, revealing a large ugly bald scoop.

If she's still alive, she'll definitely be desperate for me because of this. Schroeder watched his wife's body twitch unconsciously, and the pool of blood next to her head gradually spread, but such an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

But you're already dead first. You deserve to die.

Schroeder shook his head, trying to clear himself up, but the flick made him a little more dizzy. As if he was drunk, the world around him began to blur, and the red liquid flowing from his wife's body in front of him suddenly became so dazzling that it made him vomit.

"Leif, Leif, anyone, Leif, Mills, Angel, come and help me!"

Schroeder finally fell to his knees after shouting this paragraph inexplicably, retching weakly, but he couldn't vomit anything.

He hadn't eaten in a long time.

The reserve of dry food that the family moved over on the day of the fire had already been eaten.

"Damn it...... The pot-bellied monster ......" Schroeder cursed in a low voice, letting the spreading pool of blood soak his clothes and pants.

His wife had disappeared early on the day of the fire, leaving Schroeder and his two remaining children to carry supplies. For this, he also had a good freshman breath. By the time she returned, the day was almost over, and Schroeder looked at his high-spirited wife, looking at her lips that were more bright and red than usual, but he shivered inexplicably. He couldn't get angry.

When his wife returned, she became extremely hungry and her personality became agitated, and after a few days, she gradually became irritable.

The food was quickly consumed.

Schroeder closed his eyes tightly and slowly opened them after feeling a little better.

That's when he felt a fishy smell enter his nostrils.

"Damn. Schroeder desperately stood up, and by this time his clothes were covered with blood.

But before he could deal with his own trouble, Schroeder staggered to the table, leaning on his chair and shouting, "Mills, Mills, safe, can you come out yourself?"

The last remaining child did not respond.

"We've all eaten our stuff, Schroeder. His wife lay next to Schroeder, whispering softly to her husband.

Schroeder turned his back to his wife. Since the day of the fire, the family has begun to have an inexplicable fear of her. Like a sheep standing next to a tiger, no one dares to make any accusations against her actions, not even her own own children.

"Are you listening?" Schroeder?" the wife's voice was as soft as the brown sugar water they had drunk before.

"I'm listening. ”

"I said we're going to run out of food. ”

"The day of the fire should be coming soon. ”

"It's been less than a day since the day of the fire, hehe, dear. ”

"What??" Schroeder turned around in surprise and looked at his wife, her lips glowing bright red even in the dim light: "We ...... clearly"

"I'm hungry, and so are you. ”

“...... Yes. "These lips are so charming. At that time, Schroeder's head was full of this red.

Schroeder leaned back in his chair and covered his face with his hands. He didn't want to go on and on.

I knew you were going to die so easily......

Schroeder forced himself not to look in the direction of his wife's body. He got back on his feet, intending to find their only youngest child left, and he himself stuffed him into a nondescript closet in the small room.

"Don't make a sound. At that time, he gently stroked the child's body, which was trembling with fear. The wife in the hall was eating, and he had to hurry to accompany her.

"Now it's time to speak!Mills!Come out!, my child!," Schroeder reincarnated, shouting all the way as he hobbled to the place where the child had once been hidden.

The blood under his feet was slimy.

This blood is flowing so fast.

Schroeder stomped on the slimy blood under his feet and walked to the place where Mills had been hidden.

He opened the cabinet.

The child's small body is deflated, and the lower half of the body has long been missing.

Schroeder's head "buzzed", as if he had been smashed by a heavy hammer.

"I've only been hiding you for a short time...... Schroeder muttered to himself, slowly falling to his knees, holding his head in his withered arms, sobbing softly, his hoarse voice barely making a sound.

His wife, floating, came behind him, tilting her head to look at Schroeder. Blood kept flowing from her seven orifices. Even his once-favorite blonde hair was dyed red.

She opened her mouth suddenly, and vomited a red crystal.

The crystal fell on Schroeder, smashing him back from a certain state.

Schroeder turned his head, tilted his head, and looked at his former wife with a blank face, letting the blood drip on his face.

His wife's mouth opened wide into a smile.

The light corroded her skin, but too slowly.

Schroeder tried to reach out his arm, pinched her throat again, and then tried to bang her head on a sharp corner of the table again, as he had done before.

Over and over.

He was too cowardly before.

However, the withered arm was weakened halfway through.

All that left in front of his eyes was a mouth large enough to hold his entire person.

Still, her red lips are so charming.

............

Lynch stood in the middle of the houses.

Blood was oozing from the doorways of every family, and there was a torch in each family's room.

It's still a bit of a hassle to deal with several of them together.

Lynch stood still, motionless. He had already rang the bell in his hand, and all he had to do now was wait for backup.

I don't know where that newborn little monster is now.