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One by one shouted loudly, reporting what they had seen and heard.

"In this house, five arms were found!"

"In that kitchen, there is a large pile of rotting human flesh!"

"And here, there are also many corpses..."

"It's confirmed, these villagers, they are eating people!"

This is a village that eats people.

A hoarse sound across the sky.

Empty and lonely, along with the cold wind, passed through the hollow houses.

It also passed through the faces of the villagers kneeling at the entrance of the village one by one.

Even if they are being tied up, many people who have long since given up their will to survive have only a look of indifference and indifference on their faces.

They seemed to want to defend something, but in the end, no one spoke up.

The weather, which was already facing dusk, was blurred very strangely at that moment.

Dema lowered her head silently and did not speak any more.

……

And the story ends here.

This update on "Flame Fist" has come to an end for the time being.

It's not that the chapter is broken, but because of the length of the physical book, the content of the second half is published on the second page adjacent to it.

If you want to move on to the next plot, you have to turn the page.

Just saying so, Huang Yuanyuan on the side showed some hesitation.

Although she was an avid fan of Mr. Chow Yun-fat, she didn't pay much attention to the other party's dynamics as the author disappeared in the past two years.

So this "Yanquan" naturally has not read the previous two chapters, but has a general understanding of the world view.

But even so, just from the few words in this scene, she can deeply feel the oppressive atmosphere and the upcoming explosive point.

The plot behind it must be extremely tragic.

As a woman, she had such an intuition in her mind.

Do you really want to read on?

Isn't it a little bad.

The atmosphere of coming to eat today is not gloomy.

Even if Mr. Chow Yun-fat's writing style is indeed exquisite, it's not bad, but there's no need to come out on this occasion and spoil the atmosphere, right?

And most importantly, isn't Mr. Zhou Runfa very good at writing sweet pet articles this week?Even if it is a novel with a bad ending, it is sweet and loving at the beginning.

Where is there such a straight-to-the-top topic?

Could it be that the writer has changed?

Just as she was thinking wildly, Chen Mujie at the side suddenly made a sound.

"What about the next plot? Anything else, let's turn the page and have a look."

This sentence is a bit of an understatement, but it is also a bit guilty. It seems that this girl is also afraid of ruining the atmosphere.

But to be honest, this exquisite writing style is really great. Even Chen Mujie, who has never read the synopsis, is a little curious about how the subsequent plot will develop.

As the saying goes, literati look down on each other.

Chen Mujie has now become one of Venus's site authors, and the contract has been signed, so she indeed has a certain strength.

To be impressed by such a high-level peer is enough to see how fascinating his writing is.

Chen Mujie's proposal unexpectedly received sparse nods from the girls present.

A stone startled faint ripples.

"Yeah, let's look down."

"How did the plot develop later?"

"I'm a little curious."

"How many chapters have been updated in this novel? Can I still buy the previous content?"

Among the noise.

Huang Yuanyuan took a deep breath.

He exchanged a glance with the little entertainment committee member at the side.

Carefully stretching out his hand, he turned the page to the second chapter.

"Then look down."

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The following plot is gradually developing in the direction of darkness and deepness.

Dema walked back to the plane silently, without taking away the supplies from the entire village.

It would be better to say that apart from those human flesh, there is nothing left to fight for in the entire impoverished village.

"Retreat." He said, lowering his head slightly, but he never looked at the thin boy again, "It's as if I haven't been to the village today, and I haven't seen outsiders. These villagers are no longer human. "

"What do you mean?"

This description caused Agni to rush into bursts of anger. He clenched his fists and asked loudly what Dema meant.

Unexpectedly, looking back, there was nothing else in the other party's eyes except isolation and indifference.

It was in stark contrast to the gentle and elegant appearance of the clothes just now.

The deteriorating temperament caused Agni to stop talking, as if his voice had been cut off, he took a step back cautiously.

He suddenly felt a threat.

Great threat.

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The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

No one spoke, only the sound of footsteps resounded around.

That was the sound of soldiers gathering the few canned food in the village at the entrance of the village.

It's very strange, obviously to fight for supplies, why did such a thing.

Neither take things away nor put them back, but gather in one place.

It's as if... it's going to be destroyed centrally.

Suddenly something bad flashed in Agni's heart.

And at this moment, Dema stretched out his hand silently, focusing his eyes on his palm.

Suddenly, he spoke up.

"Are there any well-wishers in your village?"

The so-called well-wishers are new human beings born with certain abilities, such as Agni and his sister Luna, who have the superpower of regeneration.Even if it is fatally injured, it will return to its original state in just a few minutes.

The only difference is that Agni's ability is more proficient than his younger sister, even to the point of immortality, but younger sister Luna can only regenerate for a short time, and it is difficult to resist death at all.

Agni suddenly hesitated. All of these guys were wearing military uniforms, holding weapons, and their faces were unfriendly. He was afraid that they were here to capture the blessed as slaves, and he was also afraid that they would find Luna from the crowd, so he hesitated for a moment , still shook his head.

"No... no well-wishers! What do you mean, what do you mean you are no longer human?!"

Agni yelled loudly, as if trying to change the subject.

The uneasiness in his heart was increasing, and an uncontrollable emotion bound his lungs, making him short of breath.

Dema continued to look at his hands, lowered his head silently, and introduced slowly.

"I'm Demar."

"You've already said it before..." The hero was startled, not sure what he was trying to sell.

"I mean to tell you that I am a well-wisher with the ability to fire."

Demar told Agni that he is a superhuman who can shoot flames.

But his power is only for the king.

If the king were here, he would definitely not let this group of man-eating devils go.

"It is impossible for my fire to go out before it scorches everything, whether you roll in the snow or splash it with water."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and aimed at the villagers under the plane.

The soldiers had stepped onto the aircraft one after another, looking down at the people in the village one by one.

Agni wanted to say something more, but he didn't expect that a sudden burst of heat from his palm made his vision suddenly white for a moment.

There are sharp noises in my ears.

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Time flies.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it was evening.

At dusk, it was completely different from the scene in the morning. This small village, which was covered in ice and snow and had a hint of warmth and warmth like a family, turned into ruins at this moment.

The flames that were flourishing at the beginning have been gradually extinguished, and as the flames dissipated, there were charred bodies that were burnt to gray lying around.

Some had their limbs broken by the wind, and their hands and feet were stacked messily on the ground, while others were too painful because of the intense temperature, hugged their bodies, and passed away in strange postures.

The surrounding rubble houses and wooden squares were also reduced to ashes. Under the blowing of the winter wind, the beams of the houses were overwhelmed and slammed into the ground.

The dull sound reminds me of the Christmas scene, when the heavy snow falls on the eaves, and all the passers-by are smiling after receiving gifts from Santa Claus.

Among the ruins, only the surrounding area of ​​Agni was still burning with endless flames.

"My flame will not dissipate until it burns everything to ashes."

Dema's voice rang in my ears, faint, full of authority and aloofness.

Agni, who can regenerate quickly, can't even die, and can only feel reincarnation in this endless pain.

The ability that once brought hope to the villagers has now become the deepest curse.

When the leader left, the weird smile on his cheek was like a lonely war god.

He seems to have broken away from the category of human beings, standing at the top of another food chain leisurely, and with just one word, the fate of the entire village is decided.

Agni clenched his fists.

Unimaginable pain spread all around.

The vocal chords were burned, and it was impossible to think or even make a sound.

The only thing he could do was turn over with all his might, silently looking up at the sky, praying for God to let Luna be safe.

Then, the next second, he suddenly heard a soft sound from the ruins next to him.

A figure full of flames was struggling to crawl towards him.

Suddenly something bad flashed in Agni's heart.

"My fire will not go out until it burns all."

Yeah, who can survive with being burned all over?

The hallucinations must be the hallucinations I saw after my brain was burned out by the fire.

Agni comforted himself.

But the sound didn't stop there.

Looking up again, the distance between the two has shrunk very close, not far away, the sister's cheek can already be seen clearly.

Unlike Elder Brother's ability, Luna, who has a weak regenerative ability, is dying at this moment. Except for some of her cheeks that are still intact, most of the rest have turned into coke.