By this time, everyone knows what is going on. People with dog heads are not stupid, and people with wights are not stupid either. But a strange phenomenon has appeared, and everyone has recognized it, which is a tacit understanding of what is about to happen to them.
Destiny, especially the minions of the kobolds and wights.
Rather than saying that they dare not resist, it is better to say that all resistance is powerless. In a closed space, in front of powerful people, the weak will constantly give themselves hints. Hints that they must follow the strong, hints to themselves
You are in a place where you can die at any time.
The strong continue to use force and swear their strength with blood to stabilize their status and strengthen their rule.
There is no doubt that this is the most effective. Everyone has only one goal. Under this single goal, the concept that only following the strong can have human flesh is formed, and it has become a habit.
This is the same as the slave training plan, a closed environment, a closed space, the only hope and pursuit.
"Hahahaha...hahahaha...hahahahaha..."
There was crazy laughter in the carriage, which went on and on, making people's hair stand on end.
One of Goutou's men went crazy. He went crazy when death was about to come, when he didn't know when it would be his turn, and when he knew he was going to be abandoned.
If there are no madmen in this environment, it would be abnormal. But there are different types of madness, some are completely insane from beginning to end, and some are extremely psychologically distorted and perverted.
"Hahahaha... I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat... Hahahaha..." The crazy guy laughed and pointed at the remaining people in the carriage and said loudly: "You are all devils. You can eat people without spitting out their bones."
Devil, don’t even think about eating my flesh, don’t even think about eating my flesh, I will eat it myself, I will eat it myself!!!”
While screaming, the crazy guy bit his forearm fiercely, tore off a piece of flesh alive with his sharp teeth, and chewed it while laughing and crying.
He doesn't know what pain is at all, and he doesn't know whether he is himself or not. He only knows to eat. If he can't eat others, he eats himself.
This is the real despair, the despair of being abandoned.
Staring at this madman, Yan Fenghuo's eyes showed no emotion, as if he was not looking at a person whose spirit had been completely destroyed, but just a tool that could create blood for him.
This person didn't need Yan Fenghuo to take action. Goutou walked up directly and strangled the other person's neck to take his life.
Not to reduce his pain, but not to waste any piece of meat.
Divide and eat...
Another month passed, and only four people, Yan Fenghuo, Dog Tou, Carrion Ghost and Jacob, were left in the carriage.
Everyone is struggling, everyone has given up their last hope. There will be no new people coming, there will be no more hope.
"To be honest and unfair, the taste of human flesh is really not that good." Dog Tou sat there sideways and grinned: "If I had to choose, I would prefer the plump veal steak. By the way, there is also the human heart, that
The taste is so bad that it almost makes me vomit. But there is no way, I have to eat, I have to live, I have to make others fear me."
There is no one else left. What Gotou said is indeed honest, unfair, and very straightforward. It is true that no one is willing to eat human flesh. If you want to eat it, you must eat it to make others feel scared.
"I swear, I will never eat human flesh again." The wight opened its mouth, revealing its teeth and said: "Even if you eat me, I will never take another bite of human flesh. We have all eaten it, and finally it is complete."
I’m relieved, haha.”
Yan Fenghuo, who was sitting there, said in an extremely tired voice: "Human blood is not as delicious as my urine, hehehe..."
There is no one left, only the four of them are left. There are no strong eating groups or vulnerable groups in this carriage. This means that there is no need for balance or order, because the ecological chain based on cannibalism is completely completed; because
Hope is completely gone.
They cannot enter the second carriage and will never enjoy the treatment in heaven.
"We are quite lucky," Goutou said with a self-deprecating smile as he held a skull in his hand: "I guess those chicks wouldn't even dare to go to bed with me if they knew that I had survived by eating people's hearts these past few months.
, even though my dick is a full 24 centimeters long, hahahaha..."
As if to show off, Goutou stood up, took off his pants, and shook his head proudly for a few times, letting others see clearly how powerful he was.
"Don't think about little girl, think of a better way to die first." The wight took a bone and hit the dog's head, turned around and said to Yan Fenghuo: "Vampire, do you want to know our original identity?"
Yan Fenghuo shook his head and expressed no interest at all. He only drank human blood and successfully earned the nickname "Vampire" that suited his behavior.
"We are very powerful, at least in the eyes of others." The wight ghost didn't care whether Yan Fenghuo was willing to listen or not. He stared at the dark roof of the car with a look full of nostalgia: "My identity is a son, and I am also a son.
He was a bastard who killed his father on the battlefield. My father was an outstanding mercenary. From the day I was sensible, my father was my idol, and my father was also my dream."
Almost no one was listening to the wight, but he was still talking, as if he wanted to speak out what was hidden in his heart at the last moment and gain relief from living in the world.
"When I grew up, I became an outstanding mercenary, very powerful, more powerful than any mercenary you know. Everyone is afraid of me? Do you know why?" Transformed into a wight.
Expressionless, he continued: "Because during a mission, I shot my father to pieces with a machine gun. It's the kind of six-barreled heavy machine gun on a helicopter, a heavy machine gun with such powerful firepower that one person can defend a position.
The moment I pulled the trigger on my father, I recognized him; when the bullet exploded my father's body, my father smiled and gave me a thumbs up. Because I was finally better than him, better than him
Even more powerful, this is my identity, the son of a bastard, a bloody butcher who will do anything for money, haha."
Yan Fenghuo heard everything the wight said. Everyone has a story and a past, and before long, everything will disappear.
"I am a soldier." Dog Tou played with his skull and said with a proud smile: "I am still a father and a husband. Do you know that my wife was originally a street girl on the streets of London, and when I begged her for mercy?
, I suddenly fell in love with her. What I loved was nothing else, but her weakness when she begged for mercy. Haha, it was weird, but I just fell in love with her. Later, she stopped walking on the street because I manipulated her.
The organization was completely killed. Later, she gave birth to a daughter for me, and she would hold her daughter and stand at the door every day waiting for my return. Maybe you don’t know, that feeling is... heaven!"
"I am Yan Fenghuo, a son, a man in my woman's heart." Yan Fenghuo said lightly.
"So you are Yan Fenghuo. I have heard your name before, Revenge Flame, right? It's very powerful, hahaha... Don't call me a dog head, please call me by my name, Galen Julius Caesar."
"I'm not a wight, I'm Robert Miller."
Galen Julius Caesar, a direct descendant of Caesar the Great in ancient Rome, a declining nobleman, and the god of Italian soldiers.
Robert Miller, a one-man mercenary group, the mercenary king.
Jacob, who had been ignored for so long, had a bright light in his eyes, or it could be said to be the sharpest edge of a businessman!
PS: Violent terrorist incidents have made people panic, and the seemingly peaceful country is full of unstable factors. I made a decision that I want to go to the west. The west is fighting terrorism and the soldiers in the west are fighting. It is impossible for me to participate again.
But I can write it down to let everyone know that when we are at ease, our soldiers are fighting; when we complain, our soldiers are fighting; when we criticize this society, our soldiers are fighting.
I want to see the joy of fighting against violence and terrorism, and I want to feel the shy smile of the warriors who fight at the forefront in peacetime. Then I want to write it down, with emotion, passion, helplessness, and laughter...
I also have to recharge myself. It is expected to update normally and stably on June 1st. I will try my best to update every day during the last few days of the month. (I wanted to bring a saber for self-defense, but unfortunately I can’t. I can only hope to knock down a terrorist with one kick and grab it.
The gun is awesome and he coaxes: Brother is Counter-Strike!)