The crocodile bites the prey, rolls in the water, twists the prey's head and body apart, and then swallows it in one gulp!
The blood dyed the dirty rainwater red, and the faint red rippled around with the water lines.
Looking up at the clouds, struggling figures can be vaguely seen behind some old trees in the distance.
"It turns out it's not that we're not hungry, it's that there's meat that's fatter than us..." She nodded, "If there's enough food over there, we won't be eaten."
"Fat?" Shi Qing was stunned after hearing this. This girl seems to have graduated from the Chinese Department. This choice of words and sentences is really...
"Well, it's not easy to be prey."
Yun Tuan looked at the "battlefield" in the distance, and the bad premonition reappeared in his heart, but there was no absolutely safe place here.
Crocodiles are not friendly, but if they can clean up all the corpses floating on the water, it will also reduce Osteril's carriers to a certain extent. Crazy crocodiles are easier to control than crazy corpses.
After all, living creatures have many weaknesses.
She looked at Lao Guo who was floating in the water - he had been soaking for several hours, his skin showed no wrinkles or swelling, and his ears were immersed in the water, and he didn't feel any discomfort at all.
This doesn't look like a corpse anymore.
Moreover, even if this guy was tied into a ball and dragged around like an object, he didn't complain at all.
When she cut off Lao Guo's hand with a dagger, he just muttered a few words. This was not the reaction that a "person" with normal consciousness should have.
Will your character become like this if you are influenced by Estriel?
"Lao Guo, besides wanting to save your brother, do you have any other wishes?" Yun Tuan asked Wanyan to keep her mind on the situation. She squatted in front of Lao Guo and watched him blow bubbles and play in the water like a goldfish.
"There are so many wishes for people, which one do you mean?" Lao Guo spit out a series of round bubbles and said indifferently.
"It's the second most important one after saving my brothers. Of course, you can say more if you want."
Yun Tuan sniffed, feeling the smell of blood gradually go away. She tapped Lao Guo's forehead with the scabbard of her dagger, leaving a slight indentation.
Lao Guo tried his best to shrink back a little, and continued to act crazy, "I don't understand what you are talking about."
At the end, he added in a low voice: "A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. It will be easy for you in the future."
"Are you serious about not telling me?"
The cloud took off the scabbard, and the moonlight shone on the blade, and the cold blue light shone into the male corpse's eyes, which were covered with a layer of white mist.
Lao Guo swallowed once subconsciously, even though his salivary glands had long since lost their function.
"You, what are you going to do?"
"If some organs cannot be used rationally, it is better to cut them off and feed them to crocodiles. If you are so noble, you must be willing to sacrifice a little bit for your young descendants, right?"
Yun Tuan gestured slowly and finally selected an entry point.
The tip of the knife fell without hesitation, and the male corpse trembled violently. It realized that it could not escape from this body, and immediately begged for mercy, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I said, I will tell you whatever you want to know!"
Yun Tuan still pressed the dagger against the collarbone of the male corpse, "So, who are you now?"
She pressed the back of his neck with her other hand, and a faint trace of blood overflowed from the point of contact.
"Yana, I am Yana!"
Lao Guo's childlike male voice turned into a young and sharp baby's voice, with a rich crying tone and unclear articulation.
"Who are you looking for at the Bamboo House?" Yun Tuan pressed the man's corpse firmly on the back of his neck, his fingertips turning red and then gradually turning white.
"Mom! Go find mom! We will definitely rescue her!"
The high-pitched child's voice echoed directly in her skull. Yun Tuan suddenly let go of her hand, with a layer of cold sweat on her forehead. She held on to the table leg and breathed in the fresh air.