The ingots huddled in the corner looked at the burly figure that had brought them all the despair and terror, some with tears in their eyes, and some with extremely resentful eyes. But no matter how scared or resentful these hard-working young children are, they can't avoid a harsh reality.

This night is going to die.

Who will die? No one knew that it was the most heart-wrenching torment before the big hand covered with abscesses grabbed him. The old beggar's favorite thing to do before eating people was to deliberately pacing and picking in front of them all, as if the mere face of their most vivid fears and despair was enough to intoxicate him.

The old beggar licked his chapped lips, looked at the trembling teenagers with cloudy eyes, and grinned a hateful smile upwards at the corners of his mouth.

"Ingots, my good ingots......" The tall figure like a hill slowly walked towards the young man curled up together, smiling, "You, you are raised here by me, eat these spring and autumn dead soldiers, and brew some military spirit for me." I have to eat you, so that you will not suffer these sins again, and you will be ......reincarnated as soon as possible."

"Don't cry, don't be afraid, you're cultivating this and it's a great merit. Did you know? Old decay he has a great creation, that is, your creation, you will be reincarnated, you will be reincarnated......"

The old beggar's voice became lower and lower, and at last it turned into a mutter, and it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

In the distance, the second stunned man didn't look at the hateful figure, turned his head to look at Zhang Jiuye hidden in the shadows, and looked at him quite anxiously.

Zhang stayed up all night revealing half of his body in the moonlight, he shook his head at the second stunned, and waited.

Only when he eats, the vigilance is minimal.

On that side, the old beggar grabbed a thin girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, held her high in his hand, and looked at her hands with a smile that she was waving with fear.

The boys huddled together erupted into a few unwilling roars, and then instantly subsided, turning into heavy gasps.

Zhang stayed up all night looking at the girl, he knew her, and vaguely remembered that the girl's surname was Sun, as if she had an older brother, who had been eaten by the old beggar a few months ago, but she didn't expect it to be her turn this time.

Beneath the thick arms, the emaciated girl looked tiny, like a young lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and she wanted to shout something, but only a faint ah-ah sound came from the clutched neck. The old beggar carried her slowly to the middle of the pit, kicked away the corpses of several soldiers piled up at his feet, looked at the girl who had been quiet because of extreme fear and exhaustion, and said with a smile: "I chewed your heart and liver first to appetize, little girl, don't cry, crying is a flowery face, but let the old decay eat a lot of fun, then you can only eat slower, and you have to suffer a lot of crimes, you don't have to blame the old decay." ”

There was an inconspicuous young man in the crowd, his eyes were red, no one remembered his name, and he was always alone, and the pit was like a cold jungle society, and he would live better if he was strong or held together, but it was only a few more flesh scrapes. No one cared that the girl always carried a helmet to fetch water for him, and no one had ever seen that in some cold and difficult nights, the young man would silently hold the thin girl in his arms. Two thin bodies that were shivering from the same cold to lean together, in fact, it didn't help at all, and they relied on hard support between life and death in this pit, but it seemed that doing so could make the bone-chilling chill softer.

"Old beggar, I killed your mother!"

The boy held a strange short dagger that he himself had honed over a long period of time from the spears of the dead soldiers. He rushed to the old beggar with a brisk stride, holding a resolute stab at the old beggar's back, and he saw the girl's tearful face looking at him in a daze.

"Stay up late!"

The second stunned man held a spearhead, and there were already blood marks on his hands, Zhang Jiuye's face was a little pale, he gritted his teeth slightly, and shook his head gently.

Hold back, you'll have to wait a little longer.

He didn't know when, but he realized that he had already clenched his fists, and he took a deep breath to calm himself as calmly as possible.

On the other side, the old beggar seemed to have eyes behind him, holding the dying girl in one hand, and the other hand slammed into the young man, as if he didn't care about the short dagger piercing his shoulder, his huge palm unscrupulously passed through the thin and dirty cloth shirt, touched the young man's blood-boiling chest, and then pierced a layer of window paper, and then broke through the ribs, until he touched the crazy beating heart. Then he grabbed the heart driven by hatred and squeezed it out fiercely.

The young man who had been cut out of his heart fell to the ground, and he lost his breath in an instant, and the old beggar didn't look at it, and smashed the young man's head with one foot, just staring at the heart that was still full of heat in his hand, and his face showed an extremely terrible expression, including obsession, greed, and a trace of disgust.

The girl's pale face was unexpectedly free of fear at this time, and she just looked numbly at the head on the ground turned into a pool of red and white corpses, as if nothing in this world had anything to do with her.

There seemed to be a few sobs coming from the huddled crowd, but they were also buried in the howling of the wind, along with the gasps of fear.

"Staying up late!!"

The second stunned man has long had red eyes, a naïve temperament, and a straight head, he is a stubborn temper and a warm-hearted person, even in this pit, it has not changed. No matter how many times he witnessed this scene, he felt as if he had died at the hands of the old beggar again and again, and not anyone else.

"Wait the fuck a little longer." Zhang stayed up all night and suppressed his throat and said angrily, "You give me the guy." ”

"So what the fuck am I going to do?"

Zhang stayed up all night and said angrily: "Don't you still hide a handful behind your butt when I don't know?" ”

The second stunned smiled, and took out a polished short song from behind him.

In the boundless moonlight, a handsome Taoist was sitting high in the clouds at the moment, overlooking the earth like a god.

"What would you do?"

Zhang stayed up all night at this time like a statue standing in the corner, and his mind was spinning rapidly, but he knew that it was meaningless to imagine anything, the old beggar was a monk with magical powers, and it was simply different from these mortal fetuses of their flesh. The only thing he could rely on was a wisp of sword energy given to him by the strange man in the tomb that appeared and disappeared like a ghost underground.

But how to use it? He didn't know, he couldn't even hold back the thought that everything was his own imagination.

He wanted to live, but that didn't mean he had any fear of death. The family has been in the army for generations, his grandfather died on the battlefield, he followed his father to practice martial arts when he was very young, like a child born in an ordinary Beihai foot soldier family, Zama Bu practiced marksmanship, he was only seven years old when he was first taken by his father to the town to watch the horse bandits killed.

He is really not afraid of death, and in the past few years, the greater fear is to live.

But the only thing he was afraid of was that he would be stunned and die together in vain. This fool is a top morality, it doesn't matter if he dies, but can the second stunned man survive? He didn't want to say that he would let him come alone, he couldn't do it, he didn't know if that wisp of sword qi was reliable or not, he was willing to believe in his brother.

He took a deep breath and clutched the stunned short Ge tightly in his left hand.

The old beggar in the distance was bored and teased the girl, but the girl obviously still had a breath, but Zhang stayed up all night and felt that her soul was dead. The old beggar, who teased for a while and didn't react, lost interest, tore off the basket on the girl's body, opened the stinky mouth at the girl's tender neck, and bit it off without hesitation with that rotten tooth.

Now is the time!

Zhang stayed up all night with excellent body bones, since he was a child, he has been boiling the foundation of his body, even if he has been in this pit for a few years, he still has terrifying strength and speed, he didn't care about the two stunned, because he believed that his brother was the act of hitting a stone with an egg, under such a huge disparity in strength, how two teenagers who were waiting to be slaughtered were arranged to deal with a monk seemed extremely ridiculous.

The second stunned man appeared behind the old beggar first, and the short stab at the old beggar's lower body diagonally, seeing that he was about to succeed, the old beggar threw down the naked girl, and chiseled the second stunned man's head with a strange roar. The second stunned subconsciously shrank his head, endured a strong wind blowing on his scalp, gritted his teeth and planned to stab the short Ge into the old beggar's body, only to see a strange slender arm suddenly stretched out from the old beggar's waist, and hit the second stunned man with a punch, and the young man's body was hit backwards by this punch and fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, a cold light came from the back of the old beggar's neck, Zhang stayed up all night and didn't look at the second stunned man who was beaten away, there was no fear or anger on his face at this time, only a kind of wholehearted concentration and calmness. The short stalk in his hand stabbed deeply into the old beggar's body, but Zhang stayed up all night but suddenly felt a big chill in his heart, and before he had time to react, he was stabbed through the stomach by a slender arm that suddenly stretched out from the old beggar's back.

"One or two, you dare!" The old beggar turned a blind eye to the short stalk that was deeply pierced into the back of his neck, even if the blood kept flowing down, his hideous old face stared viciously at Zhang who fell to the ground, "Little ingot, you are the best, and the soldier is the heaviest, I originally planned to keep you alive and accept you as an old disciple in the future...... It's a pity, you're more daring than your life, I'll have to dig out your belly and see how your internal organs grow. ”

Zhang stayed up all night looking at his pierced stomach, endured the severe pain and stuffed the two intestines scattered outside, and spit out a mouthful of blood foam, the young man's face was radiant at this time, and he smiled at the old beggar.

"Fuck you."

He watched the old beggar, who had been ignited by his anger, come to his feet, and struck the old beggar with his right fist. The surrounding group of ingots were stunned by this sudden change, and at this time, several ruthless teenagers glanced at each other and silently took out their respective weapons.

The second stunned man got up from the ground, cursed a few vulgar swearing, picked up the short song and rushed to the old beggar.

The old beggar looked at the punch that the young man who had been stabbed in the abdomen threw at him, with a sneer on his face, ignoring the thoughts, he turned around and waved his hand to squeeze the stunned short Ge and his right hand into his fist and twisted it hard, the sound of broken bones and the young man's heart-rending cry were mixed together, which was deafening.

"Gone?" The old beggar licked his lips and looked at the group of silent ingots in the distance, "Are there any dolls who want to die?" Let's come together, it seems that the old man needs to eat more today. ”

Then he heard the dying boy behind him say, "And this." ”

When the old beggar heard this, his scalp suddenly went numb, and a huge fear rose in his heart. He sensed a sudden chaotic aura behind him, and he didn't look back, but rose from the ground with a strange roar like a ghost, leaping several feet away.

He watched as the disemboweled boy reached out and swung it towards him, sending a ripple that distorted the air.

Is this sword qi? Or what exercises? The old beggar didn't have time to think about it, he instinctively felt a destructive force from this breath, a force that he didn't dare to face directly.

The young man seemed to gradually get used to it, his right hand covered the big hole in his abdomen, and his left hand kept waving at the agile and ghostly figure of the old beggar, and the sword qi slashed towards the old beggar, his mind was almost blank at this time, and even the fear of great pain and the imminent death was forgotten, he just stared at the burly figure that was dodging and moving around with all his might.

And above the sea of clouds, the young Daoist who seemed to always have a breezy demeanor turned extremely ugly after seeing the young man's sword qi.

The Taoist raised his head and looked at the bright moon.

He whispered to himself, "Even if you die, you can be such an annoying existence for me." ”