"Their situation was too miserable," the first little girl said.
Their voices sounded nothing like those of five- or six-year-old girls. Instead, they resembled the voices of adult women in their twenties or thirties.
"Yeah, yeah, too miserable," Sun Hang echoed. "But I'm a little curious. You said they were a widow and her children, so where did the man of the house go?"
The two little girls did not look up at Sun Hang. In tones that sounded like they were talking to themselves, they said, "In the fourth year after being abandoned, the last of the stored food was gone. In all of Maoyun Town, there was nothing left to eat except people."
"The Zhou family's four children died one after another over the course of a month. Their father bricked their remains into the walls," the other little girl continued.
"No wonder the anomaly in the wall had eight arms... So there were four people?" Sun Hang muttered. "But something doesn't add up. If people were starving to death alive, why did their father still have the strength to brick their bodies into the wall? If he had that kind of strength, why didn't he go out and look for food?"
"Because their father filled his stomach with certain unsettling things." One of the little girls finally raised her head and looked at Sun Hang. At such close range, Sun Hang noticed that her eyes had no whites at all. Her entire eyeballs were pitch-black, as deep as dried-up wells.
"What unsettling things? Human flesh?" Sun Hang asked again.
Based on their description, Maoyun Town seemed to have suffered a terrible famine... Throughout history, during severe famines, stories of people exchanging children for food were by no means sensationalized. When survival itself became a luxury, civilization, society,