The trial incident seemed to have ended perfectly.

The new young man was taken into the team and became a new member of the rebels.

But the haze brought by that day did not seem to have dissipated. Fang Zhuo seemed to have changed these days, becoming conservative and negative, and no longer encouraged members to go outside to hunt the enemy with guerrillas.

He began to consciously gather the team and reorganize it, and choose to leave the dead in the camp to cultivate and rest.

The atmosphere of the camp changed, and the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere changed, becoming sticky, making everyone breathless. Everyone vaguely guessed that all this had something to do with the letters that day.

Ningxia also felt that Fang Zhuo's hidden information seemed not that simple, as it could be seen from his heavier eyes.

But Fang Zhuo never said that, and He Ming was the same. The two zombies seemed to have a contract, and did not tell everyone any information, as if they knew nothing.

Until one day a week later, Fang Zhuo gathered all the living dead who could gather at present and came to the lobby where only meetings would be opened. The atmosphere was severe.

Ningxia followed the brigade in and sat down at the middle of the left hand. She always felt that today was really about to get to the point. Since the day Li Jiaotu sent the letter, Fang Zhuo had never held a meeting, but was only concerned about gathering the scattered team of Living Dead.

It has been almost done now, and there are only so many rebels who have gathered together, and they are not as much as half of the enemy's camp. To be honest, they are also tenacious and have made the other side mess with half of the military strength. Although there are also reasons why Qin Ming deliberately lets water out here, at least they also look similar on the surface.

Guo Ni was still sitting on her right, as if everything was not different, as if she had never heard of Han Yue’s message. No, no, there were still some changes, especially the eyes.

From Ningxia's perspective, you can see that this zombie lady who was once too vivid and lost the only remaining vitality. She felt distressed, but she didn't know where to start. The day after she knew that Li Jiaotu was coming, Fang Zhuo summoned Guo Ni to come, not knowing what to say, but it was supposed to be something related to Han Yue.

Looking at the young lady's distraught reaction, Han Yue must be not very good.

Ningxia felt that no matter what he said, he would feel like standing and talking without pain. He was so naughty that he didn't say anything.

Li Jiaotu sat at the bottom and looked at Fang Zhuo in front of him quietly. The haze caused by his brother's death seemed to have disappeared, and now there was only peace left. Of course, what was his true heart like, everything was unknown.

After he joined the team, Fang Zhuo did not arrange anything for him, nor even let him attend the daily morning meeting, but only let him stay in the camp for free. So these days, Li Jiaotu has been doing nothing in the camp.

Fang Zhuo looked at the crowd of dark people below and moaned heavily. After a few days of random thoughts, his mind was about to be broken. Fang Zhuo even wanted to die again, so he didn't have to clean up this mess.

Forget it, fate is determined by heaven, so he can only do his best. As for the boundless purgatory that he may face after death, let’s talk about it then, at least after he dies.

"Everyone!" After receiving He Ming's instructions, Fang Zhuo stopped the living people whispering underground and said that the meeting was about to begin.

"I believe everyone knows why they gather here today. This matter is related to the letters sent from the City Lord's Mansion last time. Sorry, for some reason, I have not explained it in detail to you before. After our discussions and observations over the past few days, the authenticity of this matter has been verified. And now it has reached the point where we have to tell you."

The hall was quiet, and all the living dead looked at the leader who was talking above with breath holding their breath.

"Brother Li's senior brother, Zheng Jie, remember, that day he mentioned acting as a spy in the city lord's mansion. In fact, he had already predicted his death and had prepared a letter in advance to send it to us. The things in the letter were horrifying, so I dare not say it easily, so as not to cause everyone's panic."

"I guess some of you came here in the early years, right?" Fang Zhuo's words changed, and changed the subject, and suddenly asked where the dead people present came from. Everyone was stunned by the question, and they were confused, so they nodded according to the situation.

Hearing the answers coming one after another, Fang Zhuo nodded secretly, and there were quite a lot of them.

"So do you still remember your origin, origin, etc?"

This question was even more insane. Apart from the mistaken entry of the exchange meeting, the living dead people who came here didn't know anything about their origins. Isn't this common sense? Why did Fang Zhuo suddenly ask?

However, some living dead people subconsciously noticed Fang Zhuo's Chinese words. They sensitively felt that what Fang Zhuo said next might be related to their "life experience", and it was a truth that was enough to subvert their consciousness.

"Then... do you know that we were captured and came here a conspiracy, which was planned by an existence long ago. We brought us here to captivity and raised us as broilers, just to provide soul fragments for an existence. Our ultimate destiny is to be swallowed by that existence and its flesh and soul into its nourishment."

"The soul is gone and will never be reborn. This is our ending."

The room was silent.

This is so terrible. They didn't expect to hear such a truth.

Before this, some of them had already guessed that they had become like this artificial, and they could probably guess that there was a reason for them to maintain this pathetic state.

But none of them expected that everything they suffered, the origin, the situation, and the final outcome were under the control of some unknown.

Only when the right time is gone, the mastermind behind it feels that it is OK, and they will be swallowed and chewed raw like ingredients, and disappear into the world without even a trace of flesh.

The suffering they suffered for so many years is also being calculated. This tragic fate is also driven in a sad direction.

How could they accept such dirty truth? Although their hearts no longer beat, they still felt the feeling of heartbreak at this moment.

Ningxia sat quietly in the room, her heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, so she didn't know how to react, so she had to let herself be immersed in the heartfelt sorrow and despair of the living dead.

Fate is a mess. He should be the pride of heaven who is the most powerful, a happy family who is rich and prosperous, and an ordinary person who is the most down-to-earth and safe... They are all played with by fate.

He was killed, wiped out his memory, imprisoned for many years, was unconsciously raised, and finally became the nourishment for those behind the scenes.
Chapter completed!