"Aunt...you can use these things to make up for..."

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from a corner of the doghouse. Everyone turned their heads to follow the sound, but they saw a young man squatting there. The young man should have looked pretty, but he didn't know who had committed the crime. He seemed to have been disfigured. His face was covered with scars. He didn't know if it was splashed with sulfuric acid or someone scratched his face with a knife, or whether his face was pieced together?

"Ersha, your thing... cannot be eaten by ordinary people."

The old man smiled bitterly. He saw the young man holding a piece of blood-sucking worm's body in his hand, which was still stained with disgusting mucus, and some dried pink blood marks. From a distance, it looked a bit like a dead baby just cut out, making people dare not take a look...

"Why... can't eat... it's delicious. After eating, my body is warm and I can't finish it..." The young man's face said in a daze, hoarse and stuttering, looking like a fool with both mental and IQ.

"You are the inheritor, your body has been greatly strengthened, and your toxicity is naturally far superior to that of ordinary people. The poison in the flesh of the blood-sucking insects will not cause fatal damage to you, so you will not be seriously injured after taking it. At most, you will get a fever all over and want to vent your desires. However... we ordinary people have weak constitutions and cannot stand the heat poison in the flesh of the blood-sucking insects... let alone Amei is still a pregnant woman..." The old man shook his head and sighed.

"No! I'm not a pregnant woman... I'll die with the wild species in my belly. I will never give it up! It's not my species!" The aunt seemed to have been stimulated and became crazy. She must have been aroused by some tragic past that she couldn't bear to look back on.

"What is... a wild species?"

At this moment, the stupid young man actually added fuel to the fire, stimulating the aunt severely, making her so angry that she almost collapsed...

"Silly, don't talk nonsense!"

The old man whispered, and at the same time he glanced at the young man with a sadness, feeling sad for the poor young man.

Anyone can tell that the young man is a fool and suffers from severe mental illness.

However, this young man is a powerful inheritor. Although he is not very smart, he can occasionally exert extremely strong strength. He can blow up a flying dragon lice with one punch. Even if he goes down to the Yongjiang River, a second-level intermediate-level insect like the Water Yin Worm is not his opponent. I don’t know which level the limit of his strange power is...

It is precisely with the help of this young man that this group of refugees can survive until now. However, this young man is not omnipotent. Sometimes he is very strong, but sometimes his strength will be severely regressed. Even the amoeba is very difficult to beat. However, the young man's recovery is extremely scary. Even if he suffers fatal injuries and has rotten stomachs, he can recover in one day.

A few days ago, a refugee companion could not stand the cold. He set up a bonfire at night to warm up, causing two or three flying dragon lice to fly, and was immediately bitten by the insects. The young man jumped out to fight bloody battles, like crazy, and beat the three flying dragon lice to death. But he also broke his hand because of the insect's counterattack. But in just two days, the young man's broken arm grew again!

There is no doubt that this is a very magical young man. If he can perform stably and his brain can return to normal, he will at least be a little master close to the second-level advanced level...

But it is precisely because he is not smart that he is mingled with refugees and protects all refugees. Isn’t it?

The refugees also have their own little thoughts. Once the young man is allowed to leave... then, this small group of refugees, whether disabled or elderly, weak, women and children, may all die within a few days!

"What is... nonsense?"

The young man still grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and laughed foolishly.

"Hey... Ersha, it's dawn. Did you sleep full last night?" the old man sighed.

"I'm full of sleep, Ersha dreamed of her mother last night..." The young man was like a kindergarten child.

"Then do you remember anything?"

"I didn't remember anything..." The young man was still giggling.

The old man sighed again. He knew that no matter how much he talked to the young man, he would be useless. He was obviously a big fool and his head was absolutely stupid.

All the refugees here know that the young man is from Xijiang City. Although he speaks Yongzhou vernacular, his accent is like Xijiang vernacular. Even some of the spoken languages ​​are exactly the same as Xijiang vernacular. It can be seen that he must have lived in Xijiang City for a long time.

His fingers are quite slender, maybe he used to be a white-collar worker... Sometimes, this young man snored at night and would talk in his sleep, which was nothing more than saying that it would make people unable to understand software programming, and some professional terms for developing online games.

Obviously, this young man used to graduate from computer and software major, and his work was also closely related to software development and online games. Perhaps he was the boss of a game studio, perhaps he was the leader of a game development company, or perhaps he was a technician in the communications industry...

It’s just a pity that such a promising man has become such a virtue that is neither human nor ghost...

"Okay, Ersha, are you going to swim today?" said the old man.

"Well! Ersha likes to catch fish in the water the most!" The young man smiled, his yellow teeth shining with yellow light. It can be seen that he had not brushed his teeth for several months, and it was full of viscous dirt.

"Hey...When you are swimming, remember to catch some fish, shrimps and crabs from the water..."

The old man said with a little regret that this fool is a young man with only one's ability. Logically speaking, he should be able to catch water specialties when he runs into the Yong River. After all, there are still a little fish, shrimps and crabs in the Yong River. However, this fool only cares about himself every time, treats the old man's advice as wind in his ears, and always forgets to catch fish...

In fact, it is not that the second fool doesn’t catch fish, but that the fish in the Yong River are hiding on the riverbed. If you want to catch fish, you must dive to the bottom of the water. However, there are a lot of insects hidden on the upper layer of the Yong River. No matter how powerful the second fool is, it is difficult for him to break through the encirclement of insects and run to the bottom of the water to catch fish...

"Well! Ersha will definitely come back for you to bring fish this time..."

The young man nodded in a silly voice, and without saying a word, he stuffed the blood-sucking worm meat in his hand into his mouth. This was his breakfast this morning.

But because he ate too hard, the blood-sucking insect meat was too nauseous and unpalatable, and it exuded a paint-like smell, which made people nauseous. So after a few bites, the young man covered his throat and vomited violently, spitting out all the yellow mud sauce that he had eaten yesterday and had eaten it, and it was very disgusting...

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

The second fool was so angry that he even tears came out. He was actually very afraid of eating blood-sucking worm meat because it was not eaten by humans at all. The taste was even worse than slurry. If he really counted, it was not much better than feces. But what else could he eat besides eating this? If he didn't eat it, he would be hungry!

I miss the white and hot steamed buns that used to be... Four big steamed buns are enough for him to eat. After eating, my stomach is warm and I feel indescribable...

Thinking of this, Ersha squatted down again, as if she wanted to swallow the spit out worms into her mouth again, but the old man quickly scolded:

"Er silly! Stop eating it! That's very dirty!"

"If you don't eat... your lower abdomen hurts..." the young man said foolishly.

"Aren't you going to swim in the river? Go and catch new blood-sucking insects to eat!" the old man shook his head and shouted loudly with bitterness.

"Oh... Ersha knows."

The young man mumbled, then stretched out his hands and picked up the vomit that was vomiting on the ground, throwing the vomit out of the kennel to keep the fresh air in the kennel - although the kennel was already dirty and messy, the smell of the vomit was enough to faint everyone.

After doing this, the young man smiled foolishly and disappeared into the eyes of more than a dozen refugees. Obviously... this young man was going to go swimming in the Yongjiang River to catch fish.

"Oh... I hope Ersha won't have any more accidents. Every time he goes to 'swim', I will be frightened, afraid that he will have any accidents. This guy is bitten by the insects in the water and bleeding all over his body. Several times I helped him force out the blood-sucking worms that were drilling into his body..." The old man sighed with a sad face.

"Hey, Lao Zhang... why don't you talk?"

Suddenly, the dirty refugees in the room turned their eyes to a man in his fifties sitting in the corner. He was already skinny, covered in dust, and his body was motionless...

Soon, the refugees in the room instinctively noticed something was wrong. A refugee stepped forward and pushed the man in his fifties, but saw the man falling down stiffly...

"Peng"

With a muffled sound, the man's frozen body collided with the cold ground...

This muffled sound hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The old man closed his turbid old eyes tired and numb...

He knew that the fifties-year-old Lao Zhang was dead.

The continuous hunger and cold caused Lao Zhang's disease, causing his old illness to relapse. Because there was no medical medicine, no inheritor of the medical department was willing to lend a helping hand... Therefore, Lao Zhang died in the middle of the night last night.

In the small doghouse... there was no sound and no one spoke.

This is the twelfth dead companion. A month ago, there were more than 20 refugee groups full of disabled people, elderly, weak, women and children, and mentally ill people, but now... there are only fifteen people left!

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... how many people can survive?

The old man was sad and suddenly felt that... he really couldn't hold on. Maybe he could get rid of this pain by committing suicide earlier? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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