"What are you doing?" the boy shouted loudly.
The young man held a long, blood-stained and sharp stone in his hand, pointing at the dozen adults who were approaching him.
Behind the young man was a little boy who was only half his height. He nervously grabbed the corner of the young man's clothes.
"Little beast, how dare you sneak up on me, your uncle. I originally gave you a treat out of kindness, and then used it as food rations. Now I want to eat you." A forehead was dyed red with bright red blood. , a man with a pale complexion, big and bulging eyes like a dead fish, and a buck-toothed man spoke ferociously.
When the young man heard this, his body trembled. He understood what these people wanted to do. In an instant, the hand holding the stone became even harder. Although his body was trembling with fear ((((((((;°Д°)))))))), his eyes were extremely determined. I kept thinking silently in my heart: "I promised my mother that I would take good care of my younger brother, and I would take good care of my younger brother..."
The young man glanced at the people behind the dozen or so people surrounding him, and found that no one came to help speak or uphold justice. Some of those people had cold eyes, some lowered their heads in guilt, some looked excited, and some adults hugged their children tightly and covered their eyes and ears.
"You don't need to look. No one will help you today. This is all a decision made by all of us. There are only two younger brothers here, and there are no adults around. You were chosen by everyone's vote this time. ." said the man with blood on his forehead.
"Songbo! Is what Gouzi said true?" the young man said to the older middle-aged man in the crowd, who was vaguely headed by several young adults around him.
The middle-aged man, whom the boy called Song Bo, sighed: "Child, we can't do anything. Dozens of us have been hungry for three days. We don't want everyone to starve to death. We can only choose to eat... Hey! So kid Just sacrifice yourself! Sacrifice for everyone, your death can be exchanged for so many people, this is a great merit."
The boy's eyes widened in pain for a moment. The kind-hearted Song Bo actually said such words. He felt that his outlook on life was shattering.
"Sir, don't hesitate, Xiaoyuan has fainted." A young man said next to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man named Songbo was a teacher at a private school at the foot of the mountain. When the flood came, he ran very fast and took out her daughter and several students at the same time.
It is also because the students he brings are always around him, so he has become the boss here.
The middle-aged man glanced at his daughter who had fainted from hunger, finally closed his eyes and turned around and said, "Let's do it!"
"Don't come over! If anyone dares to come over, I will take one of you away even if it means death." The young man shouted sternly.
For a moment, the group of people surrounding him paused and looked at each other. They didn't want to be the first to go up. After all, there was no lesson learned from the past.
The young man actually didn't have much strength at this time, and he had been hungry for three days. At this time, he was just relying on his will to support him.
"Songbo, I know the current situation. You are right. I am willing to be eaten by you, but can you please let my brother go?" the young man finally begged.
The middle-aged man who was called Songbo by the boy turned around and glanced at the boy, then sighed: "Okay! Don't worry! I won't kill your brother."
Hearing these words, the stone in the boy's hand loosened.
"Peng!"
Then the bulging-eyed and buck-toothed scoundrel instantly punched the young man and knocked him to the ground.
"He's crazy, you little brat. If you sneak up on me, I'll beat you to death."
The boy was kicked in the abdomen wildly, and the man with bulging eyes and buck teeth hit him so hard that the boy started to vomit blood.
"Oh, you little bastard, if you dare to bite your uncle and me, you should die too!" The man with bulging eyes and buck teeth beat the boy, and the boy's younger brother went over and begged him not to beat his brother.
Finally, in desperation, he bit the buck-toothed man's thigh.
The bulging-eyed and buck-toothed man called out with his palm, and the little boy's head immediately buzzed, and he flew out and took him to the ground.
"Brother!! Brother..." the young man said weakly.
"Okay, Gouzi, okay! What we did today was detrimental to moral integrity and harmed the harmony of the world, but it was all a helpless act to survive. It was not about venting your private anger. Take action immediately!" Mr. Private School said in a relieved tone. Bo Dao.
Gouzi is the nickname for a scoundrel with bulging eyes and buck teeth. The nicknames of bastards are usually of this type. No one will call the one who is taller.
The bulging-eyed and buck-toothed man kicked a few more times, then looked around and picked up the stone that the boy had thrown away before, and decided to use it to end the boy's life. When his eyes glanced at the little boy, he rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you throw the little boy away?" Count the bastard brother too!"
"Gouzi! Master promised not to touch that child." The disciple of Mr. Private School came out and said.
"Bah! We've all done this, so don't pretend to be gentlemen. You'll be hungry if you have the guts. There are dozens of us here, how can that little beast do it." Gouzi spat.
The young man still wanted to argue a few words, but he also found that he couldn't reason confidently.
"Okay! Just do what Gouzi says!" Mr. Private School said.
"Sir, didn't you promise not to..."
"I only promise not to kill his brother. It was Gouzi who killed his brother, not me." The private school teacher glanced at his student, with murderous intent looming in his heart.
He was thinking that if the flood could recede, only he and his daughter would be able to go down this mountain, and everyone else would be silenced.
Finally, he glanced at his daughter on the ground and thought to himself: "It's not like I can't even if I don't have anything to eat..."
"Boom boom boom boom!!!!!!!!"
Suddenly twenty or thirty thunderbolts flashed across the sky, instantly chopping the private school teacher Songbo, the bulging-eyed, buck-toothed dog, and some others into ashes.
Wang Ming appeared on the mountain, and everyone fainted.
"Human nature is indeed terrible!" Wang Ming shook his head and muttered to himself.
Then,
With a wave of his hand, those people on the ground who were not struck by lightning were sent to a safe place thousands of miles away.
The soul of the person who was struck dead by lightning was also caught in Wang Ming's hand when he grabbed it with his palm. He originally wanted to squeeze the soul out of his body, but then he didn't do it and sent it directly to the underworld.
It is more interesting to have his soul dispersed or to be sent to the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.
In Wang Ming's view, people who break through the bottom line are no longer human.
"It seems that as my cultivation becomes stronger and stronger, my humanity is indeed weakening. I still underestimated the harm caused by weak water before." Wang Ming sighed.
The thing about teenagers and little boys is not the only thing, there are many, many, many!
Wang Ming's gaze towards Ruoshui became calmer and calmer, but a fierce aura continued to rise from his body.
