Streams of fire flashed across the window, Molotov cocktails, muskets and laser weapons, the roars were mixed with roars and screams, as well as harsh cries and loud noises, interweaving into a chaotic and disorderly feast.
With a crash, Tang Rou's window was hit and all the glass shattered.
She sat up and leaned against the wall, looking sideways out the window and saw figures emerging from the darkness.
They have crazy faces, some wear masks and helmets, carry iron plates or heavy homemade armor on their backs, and hold a variety of weapons in their hands.
There are advanced laser weapons, some kitchen waste tools, and even someone holding a baseball bat.
Young people, old people, and even some people who still look like children, they attack each other like crazy on the street, and they seem to be caught in a crazy game.
Killing spree.
Tang Rou looked at this scene in astonishment. The scene in front of her was far beyond her expectation.
They are killing and killing wantonly.
All living people that can be seen in the city are attacking the living things they see indiscriminately. Everyone becomes a killer, and everyone becomes a victim.
What kind of chaotic and crazy picture is this?
The strong fishy smell filled every corner, and Tang Rou could hardly breathe.
A certain breath came in from outside the curtain, Tang Rou pulled the boy over, turned him over, hugged him and rolled him under the bed.
The quilt and pillow were still on it. With two bangs, Tang Rou watched as the wooden board was cut through. A sharp triangular tool, like a fork stuck in a steak, penetrated through the bed board and reached the ground with its pointed end. After pulling it out, there was something on the floor.
Leave deep gouge marks.
The heart beats very fast.
Tang Rou's pupils shrank to pinpoints, but the young man was immersed in the joy of being hugged by her, his eyelashes trembled and he pursed his petal-like thin lips, and water slowly seeped from the ends of his forehead and eyes.
"Kill them!"
Several people rushed in from behind and shouted, "You can't kill, you must keep them alive, otherwise you won't be able to sacrifice them!"
Sacrifice?
There was a pop, and the muffled sound of flesh being penetrated came.
Then he fell to the ground at noon, stirring up choking dust.
As expected, they were killing people indiscriminately, even their own people.
Tang Rou looked out through the young man's thin shoulders and looked at each other quietly with the man who was lying on the ground but not dead yet. The other man's eyes widened and he wanted to say something.
But there was a dagger stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.
A pair of hands slowly lifted the curtain.
Someone bent down, revealing a greasy face full of greed, "So it's hidden here."
The man had a smile on his lips, but in the next second, the skin all over his body began to turn black and rot, and he looked at his palms in horror.
Starting from the fingertips, the skin and flesh slowly melted like asphalt and fell downwards, exuding a fishy and unpleasant smell, revealing the stark white bones.
"What is this?!" he yelled in horror.
The bed board corroded into a huge hole. Tang Rou patted the clothes on her body, found the hat thrown beside the bed and put it on Xiaoyue again, educating him in a gentle voice.
"You can't do this. Look, you can't even put your foot down."
The man melted into a mass that was unbearable to look at, flowing outward in a trickle.
Tang Rou covered her nose and said seriously, "And it smells bad."
A pair of arms were wrapped around her waist, and the jellyfish wanted to lift her off the ground.
But after trying it, he looked troubled.
He is so useless and has no strength that even his owner cannot lift him.
The corner of Tang Rou's mouth twitched.
What a weak and weak dodder flower.
Stepping on the edge of the bed, as if crossing an obstacle, he gathered strength and jumped out, then turned back to meet the fair-skinned young man with a helpless expression on his face.
In just a short moment, there were two more dead people in the room.
Tang Rou cautiously walked out. The surroundings were very dark, the only candlelight had been extinguished, and there was a faint light from the fire bottle coming in outside the window.
Without pausing, she walked straight to the opposite side and lifted the curtain.
Two people were huddled in the corner.
The woman was holding a sharp knife in her hand and was shrinking. The child was covering her mouth and crying silently. They both looked surprised when they saw Tang Rou walking in alive.
Looking down, the woman's shoulders are bare and skinny, and she is covered with a blanket.
Not far from the feet, a torn skirt was thrown away.
Tang Rou pulled Xiaoyue in, quickly lowered the curtain, fumbled for a candle on the table to light the room, and the small room was immediately illuminated by dim firelight.
"Someone just violated you." She used a declarative sentence.
The woman obviously didn't expect that she would still be alive. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something.
Tang Rou answered directly, "Someone has been here, but they are already dead."
This answer is obviously surprising.
After all, from the appearance point of view, the combination of her and the boy looks very much like the first person to receive a lunch box in a dangerous environment, a weak and thin woman and a pale and slender boy.
Tang Rou approached and squatted down in front of the woman. The child held the knife tightly and looked alert, as if he was about to pounce on her and fight her at any moment.
She frowned and explained softly, "I don't intend to hurt you, let alone..."
Looking at the blanket where blood was leaking out, she pointedly said, "There's no need for me to do anything."
The woman was completely shocked that she was still alive. She gasped for a long time and suddenly asked, "How did they die? Were they killed by you?"
Tang Rou frowned.
Unexpectedly, the woman's next move was to grab the child next to her, knock the knife out of his hand, and press his head to force the boy to touch his head to the ground, as if he was kneeling down.
"You accept him, he can do anything, take him out of here!"
The child's head hit the ground, making a dull sound.
The woman struck hard and showed no mercy, and the tender child's skin soon bled.
The broken cries came, which was shocking.
She didn't live long, and more blood gushed out due to the excitement of her movements. She was so angry that she kept saying, "He can do anything, just let him follow you!"
Tang Rou frowned and held her down, saving the child who was about to be knocked unconscious. "Keep your voice down, there are many people outside."
There were no windows in this room, and the light from the incendiary bottles outside could be faintly revealed from under the door curtain.
"They know we're here. You told those people."
Tang Rou used an affirmative sentence again.
The woman's eyes flickered and she nodded, "Outsiders are usually sent as sacrifices...the best sacrifices."
"What is a sacrifice?"
The other party suddenly started coughing and almost coughed out his lungs.
A large amount of blood gushes from her abdomen.
Tang Rou frowned and lifted the blanket.
His face became ugly.
After a few seconds of silence, she covered the woman with the blanket again, gently, and said to her, "You won't survive."
The woman could only vent her breath, as if she could no longer breathe.
"I know."
She always knew.
Under the blanket, his internal organs were leaking out from his stomach.
How to live?
The child next to me cried loudly.
For the first time, he showed his childish innocence, and shed a lot of tears. He held the woman's arm tightly, fearing she would be hurt, and then hugged her neck, screaming like a wounded beast.
"I won't let you die!"
"I'm not your mother!" The woman suddenly became angry and her voice was sharp.
"If your mother hadn't entrusted you to me...get out of here! You're a loser!"
"If it weren't for you, I would have left here long ago!"
"It's all your fault! You little bastard!"
"Go away!"
"Tug the oil bottle!"
The boy kept crying, covering his mouth and keeping his voice muffled.
Countless threads poked out.
The pile of smelly substances outside the window is getting higher and higher.
Tang Rou smelled something as clear and cold as dew.
It is a kind of hate with love.
Tang Rou was ignorant about emotions. The emotions a woman burst out facing the child before she died were too complicated for her.