Author: Yueting A Cup of Wine

Yi Sanmei tried her best to hide her emotions, slowly walked towards the steamed buns that had fallen to the ground, and bent down to pick up some. Except for a few people in the crowd who noticed her, the rest were distracted by Shen San and Yan Wu.

Several thin children stared at the steamed buns but did not dare to do anything. They secretly glanced at Yi Sanmei. Yi Sanmei recalled in a trance that when she was seven or eight years old, she could never steal from others and was always half full. , his heart softened and he threw some broken pieces of steamed buns over. Several children grabbed the pieces of steamed buns and did not dare to keep them in their hands, so they stuffed them into their mouths desperately.

Yi Sanmei first put the steamed buns into the bucket to soak up the water, then wrapped the soft steamed buns in her clothes and kept them close to her body. Even if the water seeped out and made it sticky and uncomfortable, it was better than being thirsty after having food but no water.

Shen San stood up from the motionless Yan Wu. The blood splattered in all directions made the corners of his clothes straighten down heavily, with blood dripping down bit by bit. He looked around, and no one dared to look at him. Everyone was oppressed by a heavy atmosphere, and even breathing was slow.

Except Yi Sanmei. She was carrying a bucket and slowly walked towards Shen San.

Yi Sanmei had never killed anyone. She had an instinctive fear of Shen Sanbao, who was covered in blood. But she still gritted her teeth and walked steadily step by step, forcing herself not to show any timidity.

There were still seven or eight steps to go before Shen San, and Yi Sanmei stopped. No matter how dark the distance was, you could clearly see every inch of Yan Wu's corroded body when you raised your eyes. In Shen San's silent gaze, Yi Sanmei and He looked at each other quietly.

With slightly bright yellow vertical pupils in the dark, thoughts of evaluation slowly flowed. Yi Sanmei kept looking at him and slowly placed the bucket at her feet.

The handle of the bucket sank weakly, making a thin "pop" sound. Everyone tensed up.

She took out the cloth bag and opened a corner to signal to Shen San, which was also a sign of weakness. After Yi Sanmei confirmed that he had no intention of snatching away the small amount of soft food, she slowly backed away and returned to the corner where she originally stayed. .

As she retracted herself into the darkness, a dusty atmosphere immediately filled the air. Shen San looked at the people swarming to please him and quietly exhaled.

He hid his trembling thumbs in his fists and deliberately showed a fearless and bloody smile.

The crowd was quickly divided into three groups. Led by Shen San, the group was mostly composed of older children; the group like Yi Sanmei, who was capable but hid alone in the corner; and the group who was vaguely rejected by the large group and was confused. A group of skinny kids huddled together.

Yi Sanmei knew that these people were regarded as "sheep". As a family living in the valley, they could easily see that the food was not enough to feed twenty children for three days. Even on average As for the distribution, one meal per person per day is not enough.

If it were in a well-ordered valley, no one would have any objections even if everyone was hungry. But this was in a dark cabin, and a living person had just died.

If the two outsiders don't come in to replenish food and water after three days, then there will definitely not be only Yan Wuyi's body in the cabin after three days.

At that time, she must show her strength. Yi Sanmei quietly touched the dagger in her arms with her fingers through her clothes, feeling a little comforted. In order to replenish her strength, she broke off the soft steamed buns bit by bit and ate them. .

Shen San piled almost all the food next to Yan Wu's body, and randomly designated two people to collect Yan Wu's spilled meat and internal organs and pile them on Yan Wu's belly. He sat next to the food, pressing his elbows bucket, and ate the steamed buns filled with blood. When he finished eating, he was satisfied and let the eight people sitting around him eat five steamed buns.

The two ten-year-old children who took the steamed buns were the two ten-year-old children who were sitting closest to Shen San. When they saw Shen San eating two steamed buns, they didn't dare to take more, so they only took one each. The other six people each shared half. Don't dare to talk too much.

Looking at them, Shen San suddenly laughed out loud: "If you follow me, you have to eat enough. There is a lot of work to do later."

These words were frightening. But Shen San calmly took out the thin willow knife, turned sideways and gently scraped Yan Wu's body. When he turned back to the eight people, the beautiful willow leaf-like surface of the knife was already shaking and covered with flesh. Final organs.

"Eat." Shen San ordered simply.

The eight people were stunned. Sanmei Yi felt a chill all over her body. I guess everyone could have guessed the crisis behind it, but they still didn't have the courage like Shen San. He actually asked to eat with his people for the first meal on the first day. Human flesh!

The gap between those who have experienced it and those who have not will be huge in these three days.

Seeing their hesitation, Shen San smiled with his teeth. First, he grabbed a ball of unidentified offal and stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing it. Seeing him eating it, none of the eight people dared not eat it. Or maybe they stuffed it in. Some were vomiting at the mouth, and some were crying while eating, but no one dared to resist Shen San.

The people in the cabin who watched silently had different thoughts in their minds, and there was an undercurrent in the cabin.
Chapter completed!