After dinner, Ling came to Luo You's office, but found that the door locked during the day had been pried out. When he went in, he saw that Luo You's office was messed up, and he didn't know if it was smashed by a soldier who had been suppressed for a long time.

Hongying looked at the messy ground and suddenly looked as if she was dead: "I'll take out the person!"

"No, it doesn't matter, Luo You don't care about these things." Ling took out the space bag from his arms, took out the photo of the family of four carefully, and said seriously, "As long as this is not broken."

Seeing Ling sitting on Luo You's chair, rubbing the gray on the photo frame with a handkerchief, Hongying pursed her lips and wanted to speak, but finally said in a deep voice: "Ling, the Immortal Army can't continue to be so messy anymore. This is almost time for Major General Cas' death camp!"

Ling sighed and said weakly: "But what can we do? We can't do anything."

Hongying grabbed his head impatiently and said heavily: "Why...you take the initiative? Among so many people, you are the closest person to the Major General. You take the initiative for him. The Immortal Army will take care of you!"

As soon as Hongying said this, Ling didn't wait for Ling to respond and she was autistic first.

To put it nicely, let Ling be the master, how to be the master? You can't do it as long as you want. In order to be the master in the death row camp, Luo You slaughtered all over the inside and out, making everyone's limbs cold and their hearts shattered. Finally, Major General Cass gave guidance, and both hardness and softness, and both kindness and power, so that everyone's hearts were won.

To let Ling make the decision? It's okay, and you don't have to try hard to find out anything. Just follow Luo You's old path and just slaughter it from the inside out.

However, Ling does not have this kind of strength. She is just a fragile spiritual person. And even with this kind of strength, if she can massacre, she will not be Ling.

Just when Hongying was autistic, Ling walked up, hugged Hongying's waist, buried her head on her shoulder, and said gently: "Sister Hongying, thank you very much. I have been protecting me for the past two years and always worrying about me. Thank you so much for your hard work."

Hongying smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying silently: "The Major General told me to execute it. There is nothing to do or not. At the age of twelve, I killed people in the street to avenge my father. I was sentenced to Skeleton City. First, it was a death camp and then an undead army. This is half my home. I just can't bear to watch it go on."

Ling leaned in Hongying's arms for a while, suddenly raised his head and said seriously: "Sister Hongying, I thought that someone could help us, but I'm not sure if I can trust him..."

Hongying asked in confusion: "Who is it?"

Ling said a name...

...

Skeleton City, Prison.

A person in ragged clothes, covered with eczema, abscesses, and various skin diseases was curled up in the corner by chains. His body was covered with dirt. His whole body was already skinny due to long-term malnutrition. His body was ulcerated due to lack of vitamins everywhere, emitting a frowning stench. If it weren't for moving, it would be like a rotten corpse.

If you look closely, you will find that the person's right leg was broken and there was a obvious comminuted fracture on his knee. Later, the crooked bones directly bent his knee, showing a deformity, which made him become a disabled person in his life.

It was lunch time, and a soldier from the cooking squad whistled and walked down with a basin. He threw it in front of the prisoner and said carelessly: "Chu Fan, it's time to eat."

It is said to be rice, but it is actually a scrap of scraps taken from a bucket of water. It is made of sour brown rice and rotten vegetable leaves and carrots. It is so smelly that even the pig may not want to eat it.

After hearing the sound, Chu Fan dragged his broken leg and crawled over, as if he didn't smell the stench, and he started to suck the water.

Seeing that Chu Fan was eating so delicious, the cook immediately frowned in disgust and laughed: "You really eat everything, hey, I said, is the shit last time delicious? I'll get some for you!"

The eating of shit is not an exaggerated metaphor, but a real one.

After Chu Fan was imprisoned by Luo You, his treatment plummeted. In addition, he was not favored by the Immortal Army and was regarded as a dog behind Luo You's butt.

As the saying goes, a tiger falls into a flat sun and is bullied by a dog.

What about that dog falling into the sun? You can imagine it.

During Luo You's reign, the soldiers in charge of taking care of Chu Fan were already thinking about various ways to deal with him. Luo You didn't care. Everyone directly treated Chu Fan as a toy and asked him to vent their anger when they encountered any unpleasant things.

After Luo You died, Chu Fan's treatment was not to mention, he beat him every three days and every five days, to show his mood for food. Sometimes he deliberately hungry Chu Fan and asked him to catch mice and cockroaches in prison to eat.

Last month, Chu Fan was deliberately hungry for five days and was about to starve to death. Out of a curious attitude, the soldiers wanted to see what would happen if they were hungry, so they picked up a pot of pig manure in the pigpen to Chu Fan. As a result, Chu Fan really started eating pig manure and ate the whole pot. Someone saw it and vomited on the spot. This incident has since become a joke for the Immortal Army.

The cook said sarcastically, "Oh, you eat so deliciously. You are so cheaper than a dog. Dogs don't eat this thing."

At this time, after eating the soap, Chu Fan looked up at the cook and said silently: "I will eat whatever you give me, as long as I can keep me alive."

The cook shook his head disgustedly and said, "Chu Fan, it's not me who said you, you are like a bird now, and you are better than die than to live. What's the point of struggling?"

Chu Fan leaned against the wall, picked up a straw from the ground and chewed it in his mouth, and said, "Are the Major General back today?"

"I said, everyone used to call you smart people, why do I think you are a fool?" The cook soldier looked at Chu Fan angrily and said impatiently, "I've told you a hundred times, right? Luo You died two years ago. You are asking here every day, do you have any brain congestion? I found you, and you kept asking what others said several times, and I'm asking?"

"Oh, there's no need to say more if you haven't come back." Chu Fan spitted out the straw in his mouth, and the deep sea-like hidden in his festering eyes. He stared at the cooks and said deeply, "Xiao Xu, you have served me many foods. I'm kind to me. Can I give you a piece of advice? You should retire, hide as far as you want, don't wait for the major general to settle the score after the autumn."

"It's so fucking crazy." The cook soldier cursed and picked up the rice bowl, pointed at Chu Fan arrogantly and said, "Don't scare me, otherwise I will bring you another pot of pig manure tomorrow."
Chapter completed!