Author: Yueting A Cup of Wine

As we gradually got used to the darkness of the cabin, no one spoke. We could only hear the sound of breathing gradually getting heavier in the silence.

Not much food and water, fed and plundered by starvation for many years.

Memories are filled with images of brothers and sisters who starved to death and were dragged into the kitchen to be disposed of.

The person who reached out his hand first was the person closest to the pile of steamed buns. His hair was messy, and he was probably the youngest of the group of children. He looked only six or seven years old. His nervous and expectant fingers pressed on a yellow bun, which was tattered.

The clothes made a subtle rubbing sound as he leaned forward.

The sound was like some kind of announcement.

Almost everyone rushed towards the pile of food. The dough between their grasping fingers was squeezed into twisted dough sticks, and a steamed bun was divided into several parts in an instant. Some older children relied on their height and strength.

He directly kicked away the child who grabbed the steamed bun first, and then sat on top of him, punching and kicking him. Every time he tore off a piece of steamed bun, he stuffed it into his mouth.

However, Sister Yi remained silent. She first reached for the bucket and took a sip from the bucket. She carefully held the bucket in her arms and moved back to the corner, coldly watching the others compete for the steamed buns.

A child who also came to grab the bucket was a step late. He stared deeply at Yi Sanmei, turned his head and looked at the other people fighting in a group, and stood silently thinking about something.

Sanmei Yi also noticed him. His eyes were very calm, but a bit like the Qiu Xinglun she had seen just now.

The snatching among the crowd is about to come to an end. Of course, the older and stronger children have an advantage in fighting each other. In addition to their mouths, their clothes are also filled with steamed buns. There are about three or four such children.

The better ones of the other children still had a part that they were holding tightly in their hands, while the worse ones would only get a punch in the end no matter how early they grabbed it.

At this time, Shen San, who was watching by the side, finally moved. He suddenly rushed towards Yan Wu, who was the strongest and grabbed the most food. A cold light flashed from his hand, which made Sanmei Yi's eyes flash. No one could react.

Shen San has already raised the long thin willow knife in his hand, and the blood is flowing from the knife!

Yan Wu's right arm, which was still holding the bun, fell to the ground with a sound, making a muffled sound on the wooden floor. The sound was like a thunderbolt from the blue to everyone. But before Yan Wu could cry out, Shen San had already raised his foot and kicked it hard.

He kicked him in the heart, and Yan Wu flew straight into the wall!

Yan Wu's body hit the ground heavily. He opened his eyes in fear and wanted to beg for mercy, but blood kept pouring out from his mouth. Shen San would not give him a chance to beg for mercy. He put the knife in his waist, but Shen San remained the same.

He reluctantly walked towards Yan Wu who was prostrate at the base of the wall. Everyone around him avoided it consciously. No one even dared to pick up the steamed buns that fell on the ground. After slowly absorbing enough of Yan Wu's blood, the color turned from yellow to red.

Adding a bit of spookiness.

Yi Sanmei took a breath, feeling a little frightened and confused that was suppressed in her heart so she didn't dare to show it. Listening to the sound of Shen San riding on Yan Wu's body and beating her flesh, she tried her best to retract her trembling fingers into her sleeves.

Only then did Yi Sanmei clearly realize how easily their lives could be lost.

Death is very close. It is not as subtle as home, but explicit, harsh, and makes people unwilling and confused.

But Yi Sanmei didn't want to think about those things now. She forced herself to listen to the disgusting sound of broken flesh and blood, and thought about how to survive next.

Shen San is declaring his leadership position among these children. Next, he will definitely ask for the redistribution of food and water. But most of them only dare to stop at beating people. Faced with Shen San who can kill his peers with an expressionless face, I'm afraid it's hard to resist.

Thinking about it this way, the bucket in his hand has become a hot potato. If Shen San wants it but she doesn't give it to him, in order to show his authority, he will definitely ask other children to attack her to show submission, just like what Boss Yi did to them since childhood. In that case, even if she can fight against one person, can she still fight against ten people?

Or, bring people who are dissatisfied with Shen San together to fight against Shen San?

Sanmei Yi looked around at the crowd. These people either had panic expressions on their faces or were scared to death. Some of them snatched a few steamed buns and even quietly threw the buns to the ground. She shook her head secretly, guessing it was impossible.

Then it's better to exchange for some real steamed buns and show your kindness to Shen San first.
Chapter completed!