I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    More and more people wandered around his car at night.

    An Yinong is not one to sit still. He sharpens his daggers and knives every day to prepare for that day.

    He hopes that day will come soon, and he hopes that day will not come.

    "He doesn't think he can find someone to work with, right? With his physique, he is also a black man."

    "He has eaten the bark for three days. If he eats it again, it will be a dead end. Since it is all dead, it is better to go all out, maybe he can find life. From this point of view, he It's quite a decision."

    The system looked at An Yinong who was calmly sharpening his knife: "He wants to rob you, are you still laughing?"

    "Or cry?"

    Just when the smell of gunpowder among the victims was strong to a certain extent, they finally met a city that was willing to take in the refugees, but...

    "What? To live here, farmers have to register as untouchables?"

    Untouchables do not mean that this person is cheap, but that this person has a low class status, cannot take scientific examinations, and can only do some jobs that no one does...

    "No! I've become a low-ranking member, and I can't even marry a good citizen in the future, and I can't take scientific examinations. Wouldn't it hurt my children and grandchildren?" Some people shook their heads desperately when they heard this.

    "I can't live anymore, where are the children and grandchildren?" Some people also think that survival is more important, and the merchants' class is also low, which affects their status and marriage? Once they have money and land, it is not impossible for the untouchables to change their household registration.

    A large group of refugees huddled in the open space outside the city, looking for firewood to keep warm, while waiting for the opportunity - the refugees themselves did not know what opportunity they were waiting for, they just squatted numbly in the built small in the tent.

    People who want to buy people walk through the disaster victims, looking for suitable goods. They can exchange ten catties or even a few catties of grain for a living person.

    People from Tianjia Village and the village next door were at the tail, they were suspended in the city for three days, one-fifth of the people went in, and the price was to become a low-ranking member, and four-fifths of the people were in outside the city.

    Ren Yazi also came to them, holding food in exchange for their wives or children. Some declined, some agreed, and some hesitated.

    Many people have run out of food, leaving or staying is a dead end. They will be ruthless, selling their children, or their daughter-in-law, or themselves.

    The lives of people in disaster years are worthless. A young lady can only sell 30 catties of millet, and others are even more worthless.

    "Selling that child to a family without children may be a way of life. These ten catties of grain can also give your family a breather, and it may be time to turn around." The tears of the next crocodile.

    The father of that family was a little moved, and he looked at the grain bag greedily.

    "Don't sell it, you sell my child, I'll kill you!" The child's mother was furious. She protects her children like a cockfight.

    In the end, the family did not sell the child.

    How many children who are sold have a good end? No matter how nice this person says, it's all false. Just like what they said when they persuaded women to sell themselves, they were all false stories, full of knives and extremely vicious disgusting intestines.

    At this time, a man who looked like a prostitute persuaded a couple to sell their daughter.

    The old couple refused, so she persuaded them around and said a lot of nice things.

    An Yinong was annoyed by hearing this, and deliberately pushed her cart over to drive her away, and stopped there: "Eating delicious and spicy? The girls there have to pick up several guests a day, and use whips if they don't obey. Smoke it and burn it with a soldering iron. If you get sick, you can just wrap it in a mat and bury it alive. The people there are not human, they are all meat sold by the pound, and it doesn’t matter if they are beaten to death and tortured to death.”

    In fact, he is a little nosy. Fortunately, the old couple is a loving daughter, and they smiled gratefully.

      haggard."

    An Yinong almost didn't make this look disgusting: "You go further, there is no goods for you here."

    In the past few months, Tian Xi's original appearance has been assimilated by An Yinong. ?

     "Don't be annoyed, little brother, as the saying goes, laugh at the poor but not at the prostitute, this world..."

    "Stay away from me." An Yinong didn't want to hear her finish, he pushed the cart and left. If it weren't for the officers and soldiers in front of him, he would have wanted to show off his machete.

    He pushed the car forward, and in front of him was the fleeing team that came earlier, some of them set off more than a month before them. Their situation is even worse.

    An Yinong saw a man eating something, which looked like meat, and saw white bones vaguely.

    The man in the gray-black cloak felt this sight, he raised his head and saw An Yinong. His eyes are no longer human eyes, but animals looking at animals, gauging who can eat.

    An Yinong also saw him, his eyes did not retreat, but were aggressive.

    After a brief look at each other, the man looked away and turned to look at a child. He looked obscurely and just swiped, but An Yinong paid special attention to him, and he saw the action of swallowing saliva.

    I followed the line of sight, the child was being held by her mother, an old woman carefully fed her a little grain from the bowl, so she looked fatter than the other children, tied The small braids of the red rope were also neatly combed.

    "You eat human flesh." An Yinong's car stopped in front of the man. The man was startled, and before he could speak, the things in his hand were kicked out by An Yinong. It was a gnawed child's arm, with a faded red rope hanging from the wrist.

    "This, isn't this the missing child of the Liu family?" One person pointed to the arm on the ground and exclaimed.

    The faces of the victims all around turned pale, and they spread out, leaving a large space.

    The man looked at the meat on the ground, raised his head silently, and saw An Yinong's eyes were extremely cold.

    But An Yinong just smiled, as if he didn't take the threat in his eyes, but there was a lot of fine sweat on his back: "I can't sleep tonight."

    "Don't be afraid of the host, if he dares to come, I will wake you up immediately." The system patted its chest.

    An Yinong: ...I'll do it myself.

    But before he decided to stay up all night, a few men walked out of the crowd with hoes and machetes in their hands. Another woman came. She was stunned when she saw her arm, her eyes widened, and she fell straight down.

    Everyone threw stones at the man: "Get out."

    The cannibal tigers will be locked up and the cannibals will be expelled.

    The cannibals were driven out by other refugees, and they were even smashed to death. He looked back at An Yinong, the eyes in the black cloak were faint.

    Anon did not sleep that night. He held the knife and opened his eyes at the slightest movement. By the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep at all, so I stayed up until dawn.

    As a result, the man's body was found. They were beaten to death not far from the victims.

    After the porridge shed no longer supplied food, the victims of Tianjia Village set out again, and their number was only two-thirds of the original.

    The wind and rain on the road were heavier, and the snowflakes slapped on the face.

    "I think it's going to snow heavily today. Find a place to avoid the snow. Go get some firewood while it's still dark, or it won't last."

    "Alright."

    The village chief was discussing matters with several men in charge, when he suddenly saw a commotion ahead. A group of people scattered frantically to the side.

    "What's going on?"

    "The soldiers are here, hurry up, hurry up!"

    "Abandoned soldiers?" They finally reacted and hid in all directions. The crowds fleeing the famine were completely chaotic, one by one without any rules, and even a stampede accident almost happened.

    It took An Yinong a few seconds to react.

    The soldiers of this era are more like robbers than robbers.

    He didn't know where to run for a while, so he just stared at the village chief's house, he went wherever the family went.

    "Go!"

    The cart pushed by An Yinong was light, and he was young and energetic. He heard cries and screams behind him, followed by the chirping of animals and the whirring of knives.

    Familiar voices began to appear there, calling out their parents, husband, wife, children, and painful cries.

    "That's my carriage, don't rob my carriage!"

    "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law—"

    "Food!"

    "Ah-"

    The sound of vehicles overturning, the sound of iron objects hitting, the sound of people crying and struggling... An Yinong didn't dare to look back, for fear that he would not be able to lift his feet once he stopped, his eyes gradually turned red Now, tears fell one by one: Why am I just an ordinary person?

    Ordinary people can't do anything!

    The last thing the victims want to meet are not wolves, nor wild dogs, nor other victims, but deserters. These deserters range from hundreds to dozens. They may not be able to fight, but they must be very good at robbery and murder.

    Unfortunately, they seem to have encountered deserters, dozens of deserters with weapons.

    These deserters are losers on the battlefield. They have no organization and discipline, just a group of looting gangs. So they went crazy when they saw the victims, and rushed in with their weapons, killing each one with red eyes.

    An Yinong dragged the car for a long time, but the voices were getting closer and closer, and finally, it was time to avoid it. He looked up and saw Gu Zhengzhong sitting in the car. This man just looked at everything indifferently, and the inhuman breath was stronger than ever before.

    "Did you ask me?" he asked.

    An Yinong did not speak, he took out the spear that had been on the car, and turned to look at the rushing soldiers.

    Gu Zhengzhong looked at his back and tightened his fingers: "...I'll wait for him to beg me."

    A crow landed on the car silently, looking at the man with dark eyes.

    An Yinong had already greeted the offender. He prepared a machete and a wooden stick in the car, but the best thing to use at this time was the 'spear' with a dagger tied to the front.

    "Ah!" When the front end of the dagger pierced the chest of the soldier who wanted to rob him of property and kill, his eyes were completely dyed red.

    "It's just murder, who can't?!"

    The smell of blood stimulates a kind of animal instinct in the human body.

    His brain was blank, but his hand had already picked up the machete on the car and swung it straight down: one knife, two knifes... The blood splashed, it was warm.

    "Dead..." Facing the severed head, An Yinong's brain was as 'calm' as if he had just taken it out of the refrigerator, he picked up the sharp knife left by the soldier and walked down One.

    There is no leader in this group of soldiers, so they are independent and spread out one by one. This made it easier for An Yinong to defeat them all.

    He did not attack directly, but looked for soldiers who were killing for fun, and attacked them when they were not prepared.

    These soldiers were neither taller nor stronger than them. After overcoming their fears, the group is just ordinary people with weapons in their hands.

    "A defeated army is not as good as a bandit, and a stray army is a thief."

    Exiled deserters live in fear, they are keen to kill civilians to vent their fears, and use their screams to soothe their restlessness. Kill them without any burden - he told himself.

    "The second one." The first knife stabbed the heart and lungs behind the back, the second knife stabbed the back of the neck, and the last knife cut the throat to ensure the death of the opponent. An Yinong's hands were ruthless and neat, unlike the Newbie, "Next."

    Not one to breathe.

    "Take it." He kicked a knife to a girl who was almost bullied, "Fix the knife."

    "Fix the knife?" The girl picked up the **** knife, she was both fearful and full of hatred.

    "Do you kill chickens?"

    The girl nodded: "Yes."

    "Like killing a chicken, the soldiers on the ground, each cut his throat."

    An Yinong stood there holding a weapon, blood on his body and suffocating, the victims who had hit his car didn't even dare to look at him, and he was even more glad that he didn't really hands.

    I can imagine that such a quiet boy is a hidden killer.

    Some victims were also infected by An Yinong's blood, and couldn't help thinking: "He can, why can't I?"

    When the disaster victims come here, they are supported by their family members and a ray of hope to live. But this hope will be destroyed.

    "You killed my wife, I fought with you!"

    "Kill them!"