Because they no longer have a family to take in their sons and daughters, and no food for which they sold their lives, they are angry.
Ziyu, who was besieged by everyone, understood.
In an instant, the anger in his heart turned into sadness.
How can these people be like this? How can they be so ignorant?
These children are their family members and their blood, not animals or vegetables. Even if tiger poison does not eat its seeds, humans are worse than animals.
Ziyu held the five fingers of the long sword and tightly squeezed the hilt in his hand.
"Meat, meat, daddy, we have meat to eat." At this moment, a thin excited voice suddenly rose up among the angry sounds, which was very different.
In front of the dead Boss Li, a child was crawling on him to suck blood. He was holding Boss Li's arm that had been chopped off with a kitchen knife, and his face was full of excitement.
The air was dead silent for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, as if suddenly discovered, these dozens of men rushed towards the dead Boss Li.
The blood was flying, and Ziyu could only see a patch of blood spreading down his back.
Immediately afterwards, a group of hungry people dispersed.
Some people grabbed the thighs, some grabbed the arms, some cut off the belly, and some grabbed the internal organs instead of the meat.
It was snatched away, leaving nothing behind.
Ziyu looked at the suddenly empty place, couldn't help but turned around and started retching.
Oh my God, what on earth is this place and who is this person?
Is this a human being? Is this a human being of the same race as her?
Why does this happen?
Why?
No one can answer Ziyu, no one.
How can hunger make people so crazy?
The sky was still bright and bright, but it felt cold and cold in my heart.
Among the hungry people who dispersed in a hurry, there were still two men who had not grabbed the bodies.
The two men looked at each other, said nothing, exchanged children, and walked toward the door dejectedly.
"What are they doing?" Ziyu didn't understand what he meant.
Beiming Changfeng, who had been standing at the door of the back hall watching this scene, his eyes were cold to the bone, and his voice was full of sarcasm and coldness: "You can eat by changing your son."
Change children and eat, change children and eat, this is not a simple idiom written in a book, it is a fact that is vividly displayed in front of you.
Ziyu suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky, biting his teeth tightly.
Sadness, anger, powerlessness, disappointment, crying, countless emotions gathered together, making Ziyu almost suffocated.
It was too miserable and too real, allowing her, a modern person living in the 21st century, to experience such a cruel era and such a cruel existence for the first time.
Life in troubled times is never what she imagined.
Survival of the fittest, we never know how heavy these four words are.
Another era will never be the era she once lived in.
The fish trembled slightly.
"Disgusting? Scared?" Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu's almost collapsed expression and suddenly spoke aggressively.
Is it disgusting? Is it disgusting to see people eating people?
Afraid? When you see your own children unable to feed themselves, you exchange them with others so that others can eat them. Are you afraid?
Disgusting...scared...
Yes, it is disgusting and scary, but is this the fault of the people? Is this the fault of the victims of these famines?