Chapter 108

Four o'clock in the morning, sunrise.

When Lu Miao finally fell to the ground, in the other direction of the mine, Sun Xuetong, Yaoyao and others were also hoisted into the deep mine by the staff, arriving at the place where the miners were working.

After 30 minutes of walking, Sun Xuetong felt that his legs were numb when he came down. He just cursed a few words when he heard footsteps approaching him. He immediately became alert and subconsciously drew his weapon.

A pair of nunchucks.

Sun Xuetong's weapon is somewhat special. The length of each section of the nunchaku is a bit too long for ordinary people, let alone a short and thin man like him, who is about the same height as a fifth or sixth grade elementary school student.

One nunchaku is almost as long as his legs, and when put together it is even taller than his height. In addition to being connected by a chain, there is also a lock in the middle of the two nunchucks.

Buckle, it seems like it can be buckled together to form a long stick.

If Sun Xuetong had taken out this nunchuck more than ten years ago, it would have definitely caused a sensation in the audience, because countless players died under this thing. Sun Xuetong also used this thing to directly puncture the intestines of his defeated enemies.

, hang it on the stove and bake it.

However, human internal organs that have not been cleaned are really dirty. After being beaten once by the demon in anger, Sun Xuetong never did that kind of thing again.

But Sun Xuetong's nunchucks became famous, and everyone who saw it was scared to death.

It's a pity that now, more than ten years later, not many people even know him personally, let alone those who remember his stick.

Only a few players who went out of their way to look up the lives of Sun Xuetong and Yaoyao were quite excited: "It has appeared! It has appeared! Sun Xuetong's famous weapon, the Qitian Double Stick!"

"I heard that this thing was something Sun Xuetong brought from reality. He previously admitted on the forum that this was the murder weapon when he first killed and cannibalized people!"

"What the hell, how could someone bring something from the real world into the game? Someone must be pretending to be Sun Xuetong and making it up!"

Now, more than ten years later, players' understanding of games is no longer at the same level as horror game players more than ten years ago. They also subconsciously do not believe in items brought in from the outside world.

But some people still said weakly: "But... weren't our clothes brought in from the real world? Maybe the system decided that the weapon had the same meaning to Sun Xuetong as his clothes, so it was brought in for him too.

Already?"

"Yes, doesn't Lu Miao also bring a messenger bag? It's just that his messenger bag is of no use."

The players outside the screen had different opinions. Sun Xuetong on the screen didn't know it, but he subconsciously stroked the nunchaku, rolled his throat up and down twice, and licked the corners of his lips as if he was thirsty.

Everyone is curious about where they, the former ranking players, went after meeting the conditions to go to the high-playing zone but not entering the high-playing zone.

But no quasi-advanced player who came out of that damn place would tell others about their experiences there.

It's so humiliating.

That place may be at the junction of the novice area and the advanced player area, but except for quasi-advanced players like them, there are no sounds or creatures. Because in that place, except for server-wide announcements, there will be no system prompts.

Go in.

Ten years, two months and seven days, he remembered this number firmly. He had been locked up in that sterile place for so long, and he had not eaten meat for a long, long time.

Although the last dungeon meant to eat some ordinary players, the quality of the players had declined, and even the meat quality was not as sweet as it was more than ten years ago.

And I don’t know what’s going on. Today’s players are so good at cheating and cheating. Ordinary players enter the dungeon with information. Their survival rate is so much higher than that of their time that he even ate in that dungeon.

, they are all players who can’t even reach the C-level panel.

Not only was he poor in strength, he would cry profusely and sweat all the time, making him smell bad, but he was also old, and the meat tasted sour and woody, which was simply torture.

If it weren't for publicity, he wouldn't eat such disgusting food.

Fortunately, the people who entered the dungeon this time were all young people with tender skin and tender flesh.

Thinking of Lu Miao's appearance as if he had just grown up, Sun Xuetong secreted a lot of saliva in his mouth.

He thought to himself that there were a total of five players in this dungeon. Apart from Yaoyao, Lu Miao and the current second-placed player in the rankings obviously could not be killed. They were going to be sacrificed to him and Yaoyao.

Promote the competition.

But there is another unlucky guy who joins in temporarily.

If he meets that unlucky guy, he will kill him first and eat the meat.

Sun Xuetong weighed the nunchaku, and his forked tongue, like a snake, swept across the sides of his teeth. A long-lost throbbing swept up from the fingertips stroking the nunchaku, making his whole body tremble.

The information found by the player in front of the screen is actually correct. This nunchuck is indeed the murder weapon he brought from reality. He used this thing to kill his first prey and eat it.

——That's his biological father.

Sun Xuetong had no mother since he was a child. He heard that his mother was a college student from the city. She was very beautiful, with tender skin and tender flesh, but she had a bad temper and always wanted to run away.

The family spent a lot of money to buy such a college student, originally intending to use it as a common wife for their uncles and brothers from the old Sun family. As a result, they became pregnant with a child like him. On the day he was born, his mother took advantage of everyone's

Everyone was congratulating the Sun family on the birth of a big fat boy, so they didn't want to pay attention to her and ran away.

Of course, she couldn't run away. The woman was quickly captured by her father, uncles, and cousins. The uncles and aunts in the village also helped. After capturing her, they beat her severely and locked her up.

In the woodshed.

Thinking that she gave birth to a son for the old Sun family, the villagers did not beat her to death, but Sun Xuetong's family was too poor to repay the favor of the villagers for help, and the most valuable thing in the family was this one that cost a thousand yuan and was obtained from human traffickers.

A female college student bought from here.

It is said that his mother finally died in bed.

While the men were using him and feeding him milk, he died in an extremely horrible way. When he was buried, a piece of his chest was missing.

When he grew up, his father often scolded him, saying that some unscrupulous person had robbed him of food and drink, which made him grow older but not taller, and he remained like a child all his life.

At first, he just scolded himself, but later he felt that he looked like an ugly monkey and looked nothing like himself. In addition, the second wife he bought gave birth to a fat and white son. Sun Xuetong was quickly criticized and said

Not being a descendant of Lao Sun's family, he has become an "outsider" to this family.

His father, the man who gave birth to him, began to beat him day and night. He felt that he had lost face. His uncles also called him a bastard for following his free-spirited mother.

It's not like the old Sun family has to raise children for some wild man for who knows how many years.

Sun Xuetong's life at home was not as good as that of a dog, because even a dog would have a mouthful of leftover food to eat because it could look after the house and nursery, but Sun Xuetong did not and had to grab food from the dog bowl every day.

Fortunately, the dog had grown up with him and didn't know how to protect his food. Instead, he let him eat.

Sun Xuetong grew up in such an environment until he was twelve years old.

He was supposed to go to school, but because he was "not from the Sun family", he was kept at home and never learned a word. Instead, he had to go up the mountain to cut pig grass every day, and go down the mountain to feed the pigs and cook food for his family, even if it was slow every day.

Even if you don't, you will be beaten severely.

Sun Xuetong's tongue was cut because his father thought he couldn't speak clearly. He didn't know where he got a folk remedy from, saying that if he cut off his tongue, he would be able to speak clearly.

But his stupid father only listened to half of what he was told. He didn't know that the hospital in the city cut the strip under the tongue, and cut his tongue vertically from the middle. Blood flowed all over Sun Xuetong's mouth, and he "gudong"

With a sound, he swallowed it.

There were no women in the family, so Sun Xuetong was sometimes regarded as the wife of men.

Of course, the family disliked him for being a stunted bastard, so they dressed him up as a woman and traded him for food with other people.

He was obviously a boy who was a treasure in the village, but he lived like a girl in that village.

Sun Xuetong didn't know hatred at first. He thought he was a bastard. As long as his father and uncle gave him a bite to eat and he had Rhubarb as a friend, he would be satisfied.

By being someone's wife, he also got a nunchuck, the kind used by the protagonist in the movie.

Although it was a pirated copy made by the blacksmith in the village, Sun Xuetong was still very happy and hid the nunchaku close to his body every day, for fear that his younger brother would see it and take it away from him.

He hid this thing in his pants and couldn't bend his legs, so the village began to spread rumors that not only was he not tall, he was a pervert pretending to be a woman, and he was also a lame.

His father was so angry that he actually broke one of his legs in a rage.

The one in the middle.

This way he becomes more like a woman.

Sun Xuetong thought that all wild breeds were like this, just like rhubarb, a dog without a parent. If he ate too much, his father and uncle would beat him with a stick, often limping.

But Dahuang is a little better than him. His father said that Dahuang can look after the house and is more useful than him.

However, that morning, when he came back from cutting the hogweed, he saw his father heating up a basin of hot water and peeling and removing the skin of rhubarb. His second mother had also died, and his uncles were vying for her to give him a child.

Killed.

The old Sun family could no longer afford a third daughter-in-law, so several men lived together, and the job of cooking fell to the weakest and most useless Sun Xuetong.

Seeing him coming back, the rude man threw the dog into the boiling water and ordered him: "Go and pluck the hair out of this dog. Your brother will come back from school in the evening and he will eat this to replenish his body!"

Sun Xuetong was stunned when he looked at the motionless rhubarb in the water, half of its fur had been burned off.

At that moment, what was in his mind was neither fear nor sadness, but a feeling that was almost ecstatic.

It turns out... it turns out that my family can eat it!

God knows when he started to crave human flesh. Maybe it was after his brother was born. He smelled the fragrance of milk on his body and listened to his father saying that his stepmother didn't have enough milk and wanted to borrow money to buy some milk powder for his brother. He said that the children raised by milk powder would be taller and taller.

Strong, just like the foreigners in the movies.

Milk powder...milk!

Sun Xuetong's eyes turned green. He couldn't remember the last time he drank milk. He only remembered that it tasted particularly sweet, delicious, and had a strong meaty aroma.

It's just like the smell on my brother.

But the taste of his brother's meat was much sweeter than the taste in his vague memory. He poked his brother's face with his finger and it was smoother and tender than tofu.
To be continued...