The trial incident seemed to have ended perfectly.
The new little fresh meat was added to the team and became a new member of the rebels.
But the haze brought about by that day didn't seem to dissipate. Fang Zhuo seems to have changed these days, becoming conservative and passive, and no longer encourages members to go out to hunt enemy troops as guerrillas.
He began to consciously gather the team and rearrange it, choosing more to let the living dead stay in the camp to cultivate and recuperate.
The atmosphere of the campground changed. Instead of the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere before, it became sticky and made everyone breathless. Everyone also vaguely guessed that all this was related to the letter that day.
Ning Xia also felt that Fang Zhuo's hidden information was not that simple, as could be seen from his increasingly heavy eyes.
But Fang Zhuo never said anything, and neither did He Ming. The two zombies seemed to have a contract. They didn't tell anyone any information, as if they didn't know anything.
Until one day a week later, Fang Zhuo gathered all the living dead that could be gathered at present and came to the lobby that was only used for meetings. The atmosphere was grim.
Ning Xia followed the team in and sat down in the middle of the left hand. She always felt that it was time to really get down to business today. Since the day Li Jiaotu sent the letter, Fang Zhuo had not held a meeting and only focused on gathering the scattered team of living dead.
At this time, it was almost completed. The rebels only had so many people, and the total was less than half the enemy's camp. It was said that they were so stubborn that they actually used half of their military strength to mess up the opponent. Although there is also a reason why Qin Ming deliberately released the water, at least it looks similar on the surface.
Guo Ni was still sitting on her right, as if nothing was different, as if he had never heard of Han Yue's information. No, that's not right, there are still some changes, especially the eyes.
From Ningxia's perspective, we can see that this zombie lady who was once too lively has lost her remaining vitality. She looked distressed, but she didn't know where to start. The day after she found out about Li Jiaotu's arrival, Fang Zhuo summoned Guo Ni over. She didn't know what to say, but she thought it was something related to Han Yue.
Looking at the young lady's devastated reaction, Han Yue must be in trouble.
Ning Xia felt that whatever she said now would make her back hurt when she stood talking, so she said nothing in the end.
Li Jiaotu sat at the bottom, quietly looking at Fang Zhuo in front of him. The haze caused by his brother's death seemed to have disappeared, and now only peace remained. Of course, nothing is known about his true heart.
After he joined the team, Fang Zhuo did not arrange anything for him, and did not even let him attend the daily morning meeting. He only allowed him to stay in the camp and move around freely. So these days, Li Jiaotu has been doing nothing in the camp.
Fang Zhuo looked at the dark crowd below and sighed heavily. After a few days of random thoughts, his head was about to burst. Fang Zhuo even wanted to die again, so that he wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up this mess.
That's all, fate is determined by God, so he can only do his best. As for the endless purgatory he may face after death, let's wait until then, at least after he dies.
"Everyone!" After receiving He Ming's signal, Fang Zhuo stopped the people whispering underground, indicating that the meeting was about to begin.
"I think everyone knows why we are gathered here today. This matter is related to the letter sent from the city lord's palace last time. I'm sorry, for some reasons, I have not told you in detail before. After all of us Tian's discussion and observation have already verified the authenticity of this matter. And now it has reached the point where I have to tell everyone."
The hall was silent, and all the living dead looked at the leader who spoke above with bated breath.
"Brother Li's senior brother, Zheng Jie, may you all remember that that day he mentioned that he was a spy companion in the city lord's palace. In fact, he had already predicted his death, and drafted a letter in advance and sent it to us. The content in the letter is so shocking that I dare not say it out easily, lest it cause panic to everyone."
"I guess some of you came here in the early years, right?" Fang Zhuo changed his words, changed the topic, and suddenly asked where the living dead present came from. Everyone was stunned for a moment when asked, not knowing why, and nodded in agreement according to the situation.
Hearing the responses one after another below, Fang Zhuo nodded secretly, there were quite a few.
"So, do you all still remember your origins, origins, etc.?"
This question is even more confusing. Except for those who entered the exchange conference by mistake, the living dead who came here had no idea of their origins. Isn't this common sense? Why did Fang Zhuo suddenly ask now?
However, some living dead subconsciously realized that Fang Zhuo's words were true. They sensitively felt that what Fang Zhuo said next might be related to their "life experience", and it was a truth that could subvert their consciousness.
"Then...do you know that our being captured here is all a conspiracy, which was planned by a certain existence. They gathered us here and raised us as broiler chickens, just to provide for a certain existence. Soul fragments. And our ultimate fate is to be swallowed alive by that existence with skin, flesh and soul to become his nourishment."
"Our souls are scattered and we will never be reincarnated. This is our ending."
The room was filled with silence.
this is too scary. They didn't expect to hear such a truth.
Before this, some of the living dead among them had already guessed that their appearance was man-made, and they could also roughly guess that there was a reason why they maintained this miserable state.
But none of them thought that everything they suffered, the origin, the situation, and the final outcome were all under the control of some unknown person.
As long as the right time comes and the mastermind behind the scenes thinks it's okay, they will be eaten alive like food and disappear from the world without even a trace of skin and flesh left.
The suffering they have suffered for so many years is also calculated. This tragic fate is also being driven in a sad direction.
How could they accept such a dirty truth. Even though their hearts no longer beat, they still felt the heartbreak at this moment.
Ning Xia sat quietly in the room, her heart seemed to be pinched by some invisible big hand. She didn't know how to react, so she could only let herself be immersed in the heartfelt sadness and despair of the living dead.
Fate plays tricks on people. He was supposed to be the proud son of heaven who was able to dominate the world, he was supposed to be in a happy family that was prosperous and prosperous, he was supposed to be an ordinary person who was down-to-earth and safe...all of them were played by fate.
He was killed, his memory was erased, he was imprisoned for many years, he was unconsciously fed, and finally became the nourishment of the people behind the scenes.
They were "arranged" properly.
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