Unknown territory.

Endless black, thick with blood, with an annoying dampness in the forest, a group of children, ragged or brightly dressed, staring in fear at a masked man in front of them, their big bright eyes soaked with tears.

Their shoulders shrugged, their thin bodies trembling like candles in the wind, they were terrified to the extreme, but they didn't have the courage to cry, because just now, the masked man standing in front of them had torn apart a crying child directly.

The blood that ejaculated out was deliberately sprinkled on the bodies of these children like rain, and on their faces, which made the fear of these children even heavier, even if they wanted to cry, they didn't dare to cry anymore.

"Dangchang"

The masked man threw a short blade on the ground, and a burst of sparks splashed on the blade, and the mist of unjust souls shrouded in the blade, and the faces of tens of millions of children appeared one after another, and the little faces were full of distorted faces from the murder, and they hissed incessantly.

"There's a sharp blade here, pick it up, kill all the people around you, and you'll survive, or you'll all die!" the masked man said with a smirk, and the words that came out completely frightened the children.

"Plop!"

Hearing this, some timid children couldn't help but collapse directly on the ground, their big eyes were full of tears, and they wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, full of endless grievances.

"Hurry up and choose, do you want to die or decide to kill all the people around you?" the masked man's voice lured the children to a path of no return, like a devil's call.

"Wow"

After saying this, the figure of the masked man disappeared, and as he left, the children finally cried out, heartbreaking, and could not bear to hear it.

While all the children were crying, there was only one boy about three or four years old who did not cry, he did not look outstanding, not only was he dressed in old and tattered clothes, but even the small shoes that were not the size of a palm had finger holes, and he looked like a little beggar who had lost his life.

However, it was such a little fellow, who, while the other children were crying, squeezed from behind the crowd to the front of the crowd, and with his small hands, picked up the sharp blade that lay quietly on the ground.

The blade is not ordinary, although it looks less than a foot long, it weighs dozens of catties, which is almost impossible for a child to pick up.

What's more, this blade is also surrounded by the mist of unjust souls, which is even more amazing than the weight of dozens of catties of the blade itself, because the mist of unjust souls is a vicious force in the world, and it has the ability to destroy people's vitality and yang energy.

However, surprisingly, he still picked it up, and even though his thin body was shaking uncontrollably from the weight of dozens of pounds, he never let go of his hand.

The mist of the unjust soul wrapped around his arm, causing him great pain, and his little face was crowded together, full of pain, but Rao was like this, he still gritted his teeth and refused to let go at all, because he knew that if he wanted to live, he must firmly hold this sharp blade in his own hands, otherwise he would not have the capital to live at all.

He had thought about resisting and ignoring the cannibalism, but he knew he didn't have that ability, and he had to put his hopes of survival on this sharp blade.

Life is fresh and beautiful, he doesn't want to die, even if he can't really understand the meaning of death because of his young age, but he has seen death.

Seeing this scene, the other children slowly stopped crying, and looked at the 'little beggar' in front of them with a look of fear, haunted by the mist and filled with the smell of ominous and death.

"Grab the dagger from him, or he'll kill us all." A child of five or six years old spoke up, with a tremor of fear in his voice.

When they heard this, some of the children who could not stop crying cried even harder, and the older children, who were five or six years old, pounced on the 'little beggars' like a pack of hungry wolves.

The little beggar did not want to kill, and when he saw the older children rushing at him, he turned and ran away with the sharp blades in his hands, and began to avoid them.

But the room they were in was small, and it was crowded with children of all ages, and he had nowhere to run, and the reason why he could not run fast was the heavy blade.

Soon, he was blocked in a corner by these children, and in the face of the crazy children, his body looked extremely thin and his body trembled.

"I don't want to kill you. Looking at these people who were getting closer and closer to him, he tried his best to explain.

It's a pity that these people don't give him a chance, and they don't believe that in the face of death, these children's minds are like bamboo shoots in spring, growing amazingly, beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.

"Ahh

Blood spurted thinly, and a scream suddenly resounded through the room, like a thunderclap across the dark sky, shaking everyone, even the children who were still crying.

"I don't want to kill him, he bumped into him on his own, it's really not me. "The little beggar cried at last, for while they were snatching it, the blade easily pierced the body of the child in front of him, and blood sprayed all over him.

"Ahh

"Hurry up and grab the dagger from his hand, or he'll kill us." "There are bold boys who are still screaming and refusing to give up, because the death of their companion has completely activated their fear.

This time, the room was completely chaotic, and many children who had not joined the snatching just now rushed over, their little faces full of ruthlessness and determination that did not match their age.

"Don't come here, I really don't want to kill you. "In the face of the menacing crowd, the 'little beggar' is still explaining, but in this case it pales in comparison.

"Ahh

In the panic, another child was impaled through the body by a sharp blade, and fear spread through the room, and the atmosphere was dull and oppressive, like a prelude to death.

The 'little beggar' was panting, and his old and tattered clothes had been torn to shreds, hanging like strips of cloth on his body, and his thin body was covered with torn marks.

He really didn't want to kill, but death was happening in reality, everything stemmed from the dagger in his hand, and he also wanted to let go of the blade in his hand, but he wanted to live, and he didn't want to die here in a daze.

"Don't push me, I really don't want to kill. The little beggar dodged and continued to explain.

However, all the children ignored him, and now they only wanted to snatch the blade from his hand, and they did not want to die, and they were afraid of death, even if they were still very young.

However, at this moment, the survival instinct of living creatures has released all the potential in their bodies, as if they have grown up all of a sudden, deformed growth!

"I really don't want to kill anyone. "The 'little beggar' waved the blade in his hand wildly, trying to scare off these hungry wolf-like children, but because of this, three or four more children fell in a pool of blood.

His body was trembling, his eyes were twitching, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to kill, but what the hell was he going to do? Everyone didn't believe him, the blood on his body was about to collapse him.

"Plop!"

The 'little beggar' tripped over a corpse in a panicked run, and the people chasing behind him instantly pounced on him, and dozens of pairs of thin little hands frantically snatched them from his hands.

Even, he felt that several hands were grabbing his throat, like iron tongs, making him unable to break free, and the feeling of suffocation made him crazy.

"Ahh

The strong survival instinct made his body struggle violently, and a force that seemed not to belong to him erupted like a volcano, and he waved the blade in his hand indiscriminately.

Blood reappeared, like a wave of heat, and poured all over his body, and finally, those who were lying on top of him, no longer grabbed his throat, and he was able to breathe.

He slowly got up, his chest heaving violently, and the fresh air entering his lungs made him feel more comfortable than ever, and this made him full of desire to live.

"Don't push me, I really don't want to kill, but if you want to be like this, I don't mind killing you. "The little beggar said viciously, the blood on his face making him look hideous.

"Don't listen to him, he doesn't dare to kill us, or he will do it just now. Some of them, not afraid of him, retorted in the crowd, clamoring for them to snatch the blade from his hand again.

A child who is less than six years old, who knows the sinister nature of the world, rushes to the 'little beggar' again under the clamor of others.

"Ahh

"I want to live, I don't want to die!" the little beggar shouted, waving his blade, his little face full of tears, and the blood stains that were covered with him were washed out of two blood marks.

Under his wave, one child after another fell in a pool of blood, and the little beggar cried even more as he heard the incessant screams in his ears, but his hand did not stop.

He can see through it, if he doesn't resist again, no matter how he explains, he still can't live, everyone is crazy under the threat of death, and fear is still replaced by the desire to survive.

As the body on the ground increased, the blood-dripping ground had become slippery, and the 'little beggar' swam around, the dagger in his hand waving like a windmill, and he couldn't even see his body.

Because of this, there were fewer and fewer people alive, and for an hour, the 'little beggar' did not stop waving his blade for a moment, and at last when he felt that his ears had become clear, he slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed all along.

Densely packed with corpses, the pungent smell of blood, the blood that had drowned his ankles, it was like an endless hell, and for this reason, the 'little beggar' vomited at the sight of these 'whoos', and the vomit was green, and he even vomited bile.