"Don't try to grab anything from me, monkey," a strong man who looked as strong as a brown bear reached out and grabbed another skinny man with only bones left. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The difference in strength between the two was very great at first glance, and just when Psius thought that the thin man would open his mouth to beg for mercy, he didn't want him to take out a sharpened bone from his bosom and plunge it into the throat of the 'brown bear'.

The inside of the bone was hollow, and at the moment it was inserted, it was like a catheter, frantically directing the blood from the throat of the 'brown bear' out of his body, and the blood column spurted out a distance of two or three meters.

"Hey, guess how many people your body will be food? You bitch pig!" After the other party's body fell to the ground weakly, the thin man stepped on his face, and a mouthful of yellow phlegm in his mouth also hit the head of the big man at his feet.

This kind of dead person is not uncommon on the platform, and as some people set their sights on the same piece of garbage at the same time, they will immediately start fighting for it, and usually only one slave will survive as the winner.

"Hey boy, do you want to grab this beef intestine with me?"

Like a bystander, Psius stood at the very edge of the platform and watched this group of completely irrational slaves fighting each other for some so-called garbage, here, a chicken head that ordinary people would not eat, there would be people willing to pay for it, and a cow thigh with beef residues was even more terrifying, at least a dozen people were fighting for it in the center of the platform.

Just when Psius felt that he was safe, an old guy with iron teeth in his mouth suddenly stood in front of him, and following the other party's gaze, Psius realized that he didn't know when, there was an extra half of a cow's intestine that was still sticking to the blood clot at his feet.

It's a dangerous thing.

"Not at all, it's yours by now, if you want" Psius kicked the cow intestine at the other man, he didn't want to fight these guys who had completely lost their reason for a raw cow intestine. That must be a crazy thing.

The old man with iron teeth suspiciously picked up the cow intestines kicked by Psius from the ground, and after standing there and thinking for a while, a strange smile appeared on his face: "Boy, you look like you're only in your teens, what a young age."

"Huh?" Psius couldn't help but frown, why did the other party say sound so strange.

"Hehe" stuffed the cow intestines into his crotch, the old man with iron teeth did not choose to linger on the remaining garbage on the platform, but directly picked an iron pipe away from the platform, before entering the branch passage, Prosus noticed that the old man also looked back at himself, and then disappeared into the branch passage.

After about ten minutes, the garbage in the valve was finally poured, and then the valve was merged, leaving the slaves on the platform to kill each other.

"Psius, look at how much food I've found," Aina emerged from the crowd, holding a pile of food in his arms, not enough of which were either rotten or moldy, and Psius even saw a baguette with mushrooms growing in it.

"Aina, didn't I say that you call this food?"

"Yes, this garbage dump is the largest I've seen in this month, and even the food is much more, this is for you, eat" Aina handed a piece of blackened hind leg meat to Psius, but when Psius took it, he found that there were maggots on the hind leg meat!

"Hell See"

Before he could comment on these foods, Aina's side had already begun to gnaw on a rotten pig's heart, and in the face of this quality of food, Aina's face showed a happy smile, seeing such Aina, Proseus couldn't help but close his mouth, and suppressed all the words that wanted to belittle these foods.

"It's such an ugly world," Psius's face turned cold, Aina looked about the same age as his body, and according to his own words, he had been in this place for three years, and during these three years, it was estimated that Aina had eaten the same food as the pig's heart.

Silently put the hind leg meat in his hand back to Aina, Psius turned his head helplessly, these Muggles have nothing to do with him no matter what they eat, but he is inexplicably depressed in his heart, it turns out that in a certain corner of this world, there will be people who regard unwanted garbage as the most precious food.

"Oh! Look who this is! Isn't this our good friend Aina?"

The garbage scramble on the platform has come to an end, and those who have grabbed food have already started to enjoy their meals, while those who have not grabbed anything are naturally unlikely to watch others eat there while they are hungry and wait for the next round of garbage dumping.

Three boys about Aina's age surrounded him, and Psius recognized them, the same guy who had beaten Aina in the branch passage.

"Shouldn't good friends share food with each other?

To be honest, although the food in Aina's arms seemed to be a lot, most of it was some bone-in scrap sticks, which were enough to eat enough for two people to pad their stomachs, and Aina prepared one for Psius, and the other for himself.

Seeing these three people, Aina's face was obviously panicked, and even his arms holding the food trembled, obviously he was bullied by these three guys on weekdays.

"Can't you just grab some food yourself, why do you keep coming to me for something to eat?" asked Aina in a whisper, clutching her food.

"Because you're our good friend, Aina! I'll see what good things you've found this time," said one of the three boys, crouching down to grab food from Aina's arms.

But he didn't want a big bone stick to suddenly hit the back of his head and smashed him directly to the ground.

"Take your hand away from me," Psyus said lightly, holding the bone stick he had just grabbed from the ground.

"What a bitch raised!" the man on the ground was about to rush over and fight with Psius with his head covered, but was smashed back by Psius with a stick.

"I'm sorry, you just said something I don't like to hear, it should be normal to kill people in this place, right?" Without much gossip, Psius stomped on the boy's neck and thrust the bone stick in his hand into his right eye.

"Flutter flutter!"

Nausea, malaise, nausea?

By the time Psius was still practicing the Necromancy Charm on a corpse in that cemetery, the damned emotions had already left him.

In the words of the Dark Wizard's favorite phrase:

The most beautiful moment of life is when it withers and withers.