Night slowly fell, and the originally pale blue sky was covered with a navy blue curtain. It was a night without stars, an ominous night for the steppe people who thought the stars were the eyes of all spirits. On such nights, prayers and blessings will not be answered, and all vendettas and immorality will be tacitly connotated. Of course, the pious herdsmen will say that the spirits set aside such nights to test the virtues of the creatures of the steppe, and that they do not close their eyes, but observe the earth in a way that is invisible to man, and that all evil deeds that they think have gone undiscovered will invite judgment in the future. However, it is not so easy to say when the future judgment will come and how to define the so-called evil deeds.

But there is one thing that is agreed on in the grasslands, and that is that on such a starlit night, no matter how urgent the matter, it is necessary to stop and wait for the sunrise. For it is said that those things that are denounced as evil by the spirits will come out of their hidden places on such nights, especially for those who camp in the wild, and strange travelers are very dangerous.

"Can you give me a seat by the fire? The middle-aged man who came out of the night asked the silencers. He looked quite vicissitudes, his skin was tanned, and his face and arms were covered with ravines left by excessive sunlight. His figure was not thin, but he also had a sickly look, and with the thin clothes he wore and the strips of cloth wrapped around his head, this man looked like the most honest and easy to be bullied.

The silencers subconsciously put their hands on the scimitar at their waists, but the man seemed to be too dull to notice. Maybe he noticed it, but his life may not be of much value to him, and the value is not much different from the most remote seat by the fire. A person who has nothing to lose is not afraid, and when life is nothing but suffering for him, then no threat is enough to be a threat, and no fear is enough to be fear.

The leader stood up and stretched out his hand to signal the Silencers not to show obvious hostility, their task was very important and had to be secretive, and before killing this man, he had to find out if this man was a pawn sent to warn them, "Are you in any trouble? ”

The man raised his head violently, his cloudy eyes were filled with a kind of numbness, like an uncomfortably tangled ball of thread, and now, a little emotion and pain slowly squirmed in this ball of thread, "Ahhh I chased, chased, chased, chased until I couldn't run, and now I can't find my sheep, I can't find my way back, all my efforts, my future, all gone, gone..."

The people around the campfire had different expressions on their faces, mostly disgusted, there were slaves in the steppe, strictly speaking, the Silencers were slaves until they became Silencers, and they came to this point because they were released as slaves when they became Silencers and offered their allegiance to their masters. But in addition to this way, most of the slaves could also be exchanged for the status of free men through labor, after all, the population is a scarce resource in the grassland, and each one must play its role, and it would be too wasteful to deal with high-class animals alone.

However, the most uncomfortable thing about slaves is not their ugly bodies due to overwork, but the loss of their human intellect in the mechanical numbness of life like the man in front of them, and the reduction to a talking beast. This is unacceptable for the steppe people who believe in the soul after death, although all beings have spirits, but man is still a primate, and being born as a human being and living as a numb beast is an insult to the spirits and to the Creator, and to all mankind.

Having said that, the leader didn't want to kill him, this man was already rotten when he was alive, and his world only had his own suffering, and nothing else could be contained. Such a person is dirty when he kills it. "Give him a place where the poor man who lost his sheep can rest and roast his fire. ”

As the man walked through the procession, the stench of his body instinctively avoided it, and judging by the smell and the beard of his hair, the lamb in his mouth must have been lost for a long time. This is a madman, a paranoid madman who ran out of his tribe after losing his sheep. Almost all people judge in this way, and such a madman will not care about him, or it will not be long before he will become food for jackals. And it must be a hungry jackal, for his flesh is no better than mud.

The fire, jumping, the man stared at the fire as if he had seen it for the first time. He even reached out to touch the flames! This act really made everyone think of him as a complete madman, and they sat farther away. The leader shrugged his nose and was approached by this madman, who was really not very lucky.

The night was deeper, so deep that the place where the fire could illuminate became smaller and smaller, and the silencers by the fire showed fatigue after a long day's travel. It's time to take a break.

"Hold vigil in groups of two, there are no stars today, don't let the fire go out. After the leader had finished speaking, he went to rest. Before he went to sleep, the man was still staring at the fire.

"Fire, fire out!" he was actually woken up by the pungent smell before being woken up by the sound and shaking. The leader, who had been suddenly awakened from his sleep, kept his eyes open in an attempt to figure out what had happened, but as the voice in the darkness said, the bonfire was extinguished. This bunch of unreliable guys. Cursing inwardly, he slapped the hand off his shoulder, and he knew from the smell that it was the madman. It's just that when I slapped it open, my hand was faintly wet.

With memory, the leader took out the flint in his arms, walked to the place where the fire should be in three or two steps, and carefully shot a few sparks. As soon as the sparks fell, the whole fire lit up again. "Was it blown out by the wind? How did the night watchmen look at the fire, saying that it can't be extinguished at night without stars..."

The second half of his sentence was swallowed. Because with the light of the fire, what appeared in front of his eyes was not other sleeping subordinates, but a horrific wreckage. The remains of what were once human beings were invariably dissected open from their stomachs, and their contents were pulled out of the abdominal cavity and eaten. Rao is already experienced in a hundred battles, and this warrior still almost vomited.

"Hell, you know how—" The red, spurious liquid mixed with some internal organs dripped down the swarthy arms, and the wrap on the man's head had disappeared at some point, revealing the entire skinless top of the head above the forehead, the bloody top of the head.

"My only lamb was taken by a wolf, and I chased, chased, and by the time I got to the damned monsters, my poor sheep was left with only its skin. I hated it, so I peeled off the skins of those wolves and draped them over my body, and it was so good, the warm, moist fit that intoxicated me more than any woman's skin. So I started peeling and peeling, but I just couldn't learn to skin people, just like the top of this man's head, I couldn't peel it off properly. But it doesn't matter, with you here, I can practice slowly. ”

"Don't come! You, don't come here! You..."

...... "On a night without stars, don't accept any strangers. Why don't some people understand?" stood on the hillside far away from the Silent Camp, where Uvel had no eyeballs in his sockets, replaced by two dancing flames.