1132 Meat-eating, a feast prepared by Uncle Nine Emperors for Zhezhe
Zhezhe always thought that he was taken to the county government office as a victim, and that even if his parents did not come to pick him up, he should not be abused. But when he arrived at the county government office, he realized that things were different from what he thought.
"Uncle, why did you bring me here?" Zhezhe opened his big eyes, full of confusion and confusion, as well as the fear he tried to hide.
Even if he doesn't know much about the outside world, he also knows that this is a prison, a place where prisoners are kept. In the Demon Cult, even if he takes people out of the prison and kills them however he wants, no one will care about them.
"This is the order from above." The guards couldn't bear it, but they could only obey the order and silently sympathized with Zhezhe in their hearts.
For such a young child, he doesn't know what his family has offended, and they want to punish this child to death.
"Uncle, I don't understand what you are talking about." Zhezhe looked confused, which was so cute. Unfortunately, no matter how cute or pitiful he was, he couldn't impress these government officials.
Sympathy is sympathy, they will never offend their boss or lose their jobs for an unrelated child.
"Okay, don't ask. You'll know when you get in." Another officer said with a straight face and did not look at Zhezhe. Seeing that Zhezhe was standing there motionless, he even pushed him.
Zhezhe staggered a step, but said no more. He lowered his head so that no one could see what he was thinking.
After all, Zhezhe is just a child, with a little less experience. He thinks that with his intelligence and skills, he will be fine no matter where he is, but he doesn't know that there is a place in this world where intelligence is of no use at all, and Uncle Nine Emperors wants to
Zhezhe was thrown into this place to let him see clearly what true cruelty is.
Zhezhe's little tricks are completely inadequate in front of real serious criminals. Without his identity as the young master of the Demon Cult, Zhezhe is nothing.
The officer took Zhezhe to the innermost cell. This cell was not big and there were not many people in it. Zhezhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
There were only six people, two of them were still disabled, two were as thin as bamboo poles, and the remaining two were huddled in the corner, and Zhezhe couldn't see them.
"Go in." The officer opened the cell door, but the six people inside didn't even raise their eyes.
The officer who answered Zhezhe's words on the road couldn't bear it. When Zhezhe entered, he quickly whispered in his ear: "Child, be careful when you go in, they are not..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhezhe was pushed in and fell directly into the cell. With a bang, the guard locked the cell door and warned the six people not to bully the newcomers.
The six people still kept their original postures, and the guard didn't take them seriously. He gave Zhezhe a look that was asking for blessings and left.
After the officer left, Zhezhe climbed up from the ground, looked at the six people cautiously, obediently found a corner, and huddled there motionless, thinking in his mind how to escape.
However, Zhezhe was not given much time to think. After the people in the prison were sure that the guards would not come, they surrounded Zhezhe. Except for the two people with injured legs, everyone else stepped forward.
"What are you going to do?" The cold and bloody breath made Zhezhe's whole body tremble. This feeling called fear was the first time Zhezhe had experienced it.
"This boy has thin skin and tender meat. I wonder how it tastes when grilled." The tall, thin and sweaty man with a pale face smacked his mouth, looking like he was salivating.
Another person stretched out his hand and pinched Zhezhe's face: "As expected, he is a child from a wealthy family. He is very pink and tender. He doesn't need to bake it. He can just eat it like this. The meat is still fresh enough."
After saying that, he picked up Zhezhe with one hand.
"What are you going to do? Let me go, let me go." He could feel that these people in front of him were very dangerous, but... the knife in his hand was not enough to stab these four people to death.
"Help, help, help!" Zhezhe shouted loudly, but there was no response.
"Silly boy, it's no use calling people here. Just listen to us and maybe you can live a little longer. Stretch out your hand." The man holding Zhezhe snarled, as if Zhezhe was the same person.
The finest delicacies were placed in front of him, just waiting for him to eat them.
In fact, in the eyes of the six people in this prison, Zhezhe is indeed a "delicacy".
It is not uncommon to exchange children for food, and it is not uncommon for two-legged sheep to be eaten. During the destruction of the previous dynasty and the early days of the founding of the Four Kingdoms, during the continuous wars, countless children were eaten.
Some rebels had no food and grass, so they captured people and cooked them to eat, and the children were the most tender two-legged sheep in their mouths.
The man carrying Zhezhe still had some patience, but the people around him didn't have this patience anymore. Seeing that Zhezhe could only scream, his guard against Zhezhe relaxed, so he grabbed Zhezhe's hand and took a bite.
"Ah..." Zhezhe was so painful that tears flowed out. He turned around and looked over, only to see that a piece of flesh on his forearm had been bitten off by someone.
The man had blood in his mouth, smacking his lips, chewing the raw meat in his mouth, and showing an expression of enjoyment.
"It's really delicious, with lots of fresh and tender meat. It's delicious. It's delicious." It seemed like he hadn't eaten enough yet. He swallowed the meat in a few mouthfuls and grabbed Zhezhe's hand.
"No..." Zhezhe screamed in fear, and the other person beside him immediately stepped forward and slapped the man's hand away: "Let go."
Just when Zhezhe thought he was saved, the man grabbed Zhezhe's hand, picked another spot and took another bite, not forgetting to lick the blood on Zhezhe's arm clean.
Seeing the red and foul-smelling tongue swiping around his hand, Zhezhe looked disgusted, but the pain in his arm left him no time to think about it.
Four people, one bite each, only bit Zhezhe's hand.
How much meat can a six-year-old child have in one hand? After four people each took a bite, the whole arm was bloody and there was no good piece of meat.
"Pa..." After finishing the bite, the man left Zhezhe, licked his lips with satisfaction and left. Zhezhe fainted from the pain, but vaguely heard someone saying: "That's it for today, you guys
Don't go too far, I'll finish it in three or two days, but I don't have such good stuff waiting to give you a toothpaste."
Zhezhe was trembling, with a frighteningly pale face. His intact hand reached into his clothes and touched the small dagger in his arms. He had made a decision in his heart.
But before Zhezhe could implement his plan, the two crippled prisoners crawled over to him and took off his clothes within three or two days.
Zhezhe wanted to resist, but how could the strength of a child be compared with that of an adult? Zhezhe did have some skills, but none of the six people in the prison were weak. Zhezhe was found lame before he could take action.
He was knocked unconscious with a slap.
Zhezhe felt his head was buzzing, and his hands and legs could not use any strength at all. He could only watch the two lame men taking away his clothes, and then watching them find a stick from nowhere.
A dark cloth tape was wrapped around Zhezhe's injured left hand.
"Tie it tight and don't let him bleed out, otherwise it won't taste good."
Zhezhe wanted to kill someone angrily, but he found that he had been beaten to the point where he had no strength left, let alone killing people.
This place is a purgatory on earth, a place specially found for Zhezhe by Uncle Nine Emperors. Uncle Nine Emperors wants Zhezhe to understand what true cruelty is, and how helpless and fearful one feels as the one being abused.
After experiencing these cruel treatments, if Zhezhe could still be so cruel, he would completely give up on this child...