Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

Half an hour later.

The village chief has died countless times.

Hu Hansan had no idea how many times he had been resurrected.

Hu Hansan was tired, mentally tired. After resurrection, the physical fatigue could be eliminated, so it was mentally tired.

The village chief kept running away and screaming. He was in despair.

The other villagers were tired of watching.

He Qing continued to curse, and his curses became even more unpleasant. He cursed all the villagers' ancestors for generations, and whenever he had the chance, he would bite back at the villagers...

"I don't want to kill anymore, I'm tired!!" Hu Hansan did not attack the village chief again. He knew that the village chief was immortal. As long as the immortal meat existed, the village chief would be immortal.

Immortality meat?

As long as the immortal meat is taken for himself, won't the village chief be dead?

"The immortal meat belongs to me, no one can take it away from me!" Hu Hansan ran to He Qing and announced his ownership to him, but his words angered all the villagers, and he was besieged and died again.

Hu Hansan learned his lesson, and the village chief didn't want to be killed by Hu Hansan, so the two reached a temporary settlement.

Joined the army of meat distribution.

It was dark and the villagers were satisfied, except He Qing who was in despair.

He was tied to a wooden stake, looking at the sky with dull eyes. The moon came out, and the cold moonlight scattered on his body, but he only felt dead silence and could not see any hope.

Is this the despair of being treated as raw meat?

"Mingyue, I was really wrong. I have felt your pain. Can you give me another chance?"

He Qing pleaded to the air. In the silent courtyard, Xie Lang's figure could no longer be seen, but He Qing knew that Xie Lang could hear her.

"You don't know you're wrong, you're just hurt and desperate."

An ethereal female voice came from a distance, like a ghost in the forest whispering softly: "Please enjoy your immortal life."

"I really know I was wrong. Mingyue, come out and let's talk..."

He Qing continued to beg for mercy, but the only response he got was the chirping of crickets.

"Come out!!"

"I was wrong!!"

"No……!!!"

In the next few days, Xie Lang did not show up. The villagers thought that Xie Lang was gone, and the huge stone in their hearts finally fell.

No matter who they are, no one wants to have someone above them who can decide their life or death.

Xie Lang is gone, so be it, but it’s good that Changshengrou is still here.

They can share the longevity meat as usual, and the effect is better than before. They can also take unlimited meat, and their lives are better than before.

Gradually, they became dependent on the longevity meat.

From eating it occasionally at the beginning, to eating longsheng meat as a side dish, and finally as a main dish.

At first, everyone followed the rules and took the meat according to the rules. But after a few days, everyone wanted to eat more, as they felt that their mouths would lose their taste if they didn't eat the longevity meat.

Half a month passed, and they were able to fight for the immortal meat.

A month later.

"The immortal meat is mine, it's mine, no one can take it away from you!" Hu Hansan lay directly on He Qing and gnawed on it. No matter who came, he couldn't pull it away. No matter how they punched, kicked or chopped with a knife, it was of no effect.

In addition, Hu Hansan had been sticking to He Qing and eating the immortal meat, so any wounds could heal immediately and the villagers couldn't do anything to him.

Seeing that they could not pull Hu Hansan away, some villagers joined Hu Hansan and started to bite He Qing alive.

He Qing's body is covered with people.

The villagers who couldn't get close to He Qing became anxious and began to attack the villagers who could get close to him. Finally, they bit the people who were close to He Qing.

They have lost their minds.

Only a few people remained conscious.

The village chief arrived. He looked at the villagers who had been possessed by demons, and despair appeared in his eyes: "What I was most worried about has finally happened."

He was deeply aware of the changes in himself. At first, they were not very obvious, but later he found that every time he ate the immortal meat, his desire for it deepened.

But by then, it was too late.

He can no longer live without the longevity meat.

Even reducing usage every day won't help.

Looking at the group of crazy people, some of them can no longer be called human beings. The ones who ate the most immortal meat have already started biting anyone they see.

The village chief walked out of the yard dejectedly. He looked at the street. The once prosperous village was now covered in blood. The air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses, which was nauseating.

The people on the street have gradually lost their minds. They hold a piece of bloody meat and eat it with their mouths full. Their cheeks, clothes, and even hair are all covered with smelly blood. They don't care about their image at all.

"Is this the retribution for eating immortal meat?" The village chief muttered to himself. He wandered the streets, watching one person after another lose their mind, watching them turn into monsters that bite anyone they see, his heart filled with despair.

Will I become one of them?

At this moment, the village chief felt a desire in his heart. He longed for the immortal meat.

The village chief shook his head and said, "No, we can't go on like this."

He didn't want to turn into a monster that only ate people.

"Then let me be free!" The village chief took out a dagger from his arms, pointed it at his neck, found the right position, and cut his throat with one knife.

The neck was cut and blood spurted out.

The village chief fell down.

……

In the darkness, the village chief opened his eyes again. He fell on the street with his own blood still on his body.

The wound on his neck disappeared.

He stood up and several people passed by him. He looked at the crowd and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

He wants to eat people.

"Do not!!!"

The village chief frantically shook his head and howled to the sky: "Why can't I even die?"

"Let me die! Let me die! Let me die!!" The village chief was like a madman, stabbing himself repeatedly with the dagger.

In just a few minutes, he killed himself dozens of times.

Every time he died, he was able to be resurrected again.

He sat on the ground, he was in despair.

He wants to eat people.

He joined the cannibal army and became one of them.

Not long after the village chief left, a figure in white appeared on the street. She looked at the village chief's back and said calmly, "There is no price for immortality, but eating immortal meat does. You will lose your humanity and reason. Your body is uncontrollable, but your mind is clear. You will indulge in eating people and being eaten, wandering between confusion and clarity, and you will never be free."

The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the village. This prosperous and bustling village was gradually dying.

Da da da……

Xie Lang walked into the yard.

Seeing He Qing being eaten by a group of mad villagers, those villagers bared their bloodthirsty fangs and gnawed at He Qing's flesh and blood bite by bite without showing any fatigue.

He is the only person in the village who remains sober all the time.

He lived consciously, suffered consciously, and was in despair consciously...until eternity.

"I was wrong!"

He Qing said again.

Maybe this time he really knew he was wrong.

"Unfortunately, it's too late!"

Xie Lang said coldly, what if you know you were wrong, can you just pretend that nothing had happened?

If you are wrong, you are wrong, and you just have to pay the price.

Xie Lang left.

"Don't go!!!"

He Qing screamed miserably. In addition to the pain of being eaten, he would suffer another pain in the future... that is eternal loneliness.