Cannibalism Among Kindred

These people had been starving in the basement for who knows how long, barely clinging to life. They looked like skin and bones, some too weak to even crawl off the floor.

Qi Xing wasn't the kind of ruthless person who'd work an ox to death without feeding it.

So, he kicked the Crew Cut Man over to them.

Qi Xing scanned the gaunt, emaciated group with a cold, sharp gaze, his voice indifferent. "Start working when you have the strength."

The men and women kneeling on the ground had initially thought he was a benevolent savior sent from heaven, only to find themselves caught in a case of the hunter becoming the hunted.

This group consisted of either the original villagers or travelers like Qi Xing and Jiang Zhaosu. They had kindly rescued the Crew Cut Man and Square Face, but were then knocked unconscious and tied up to be treated like two-legged sheep.

Even the kindest person's worldview and thoughts would change after enduring days and nights of physical and mental torment in the basement.

Now, seeing the Crew Cut Man, who used to flaunt his abilities and insult and abuse them, in such a pathetic state, they felt a great sense of satisfaction.

The Crew Cut Man, sprawled on the ground, was scorched black all over by flames, his charred flesh emitting a fragrant aroma of roasted meat.

The group fell silent for a moment at Qi Xing's cold, heartless words, then exchanged glances.

They could see each other's Adam's apples bobbing.

Over there, Jiang Zhaosu had already started her meal, the sound of chewing clearly audible.

After a few seconds of silence, someone among the dozen or so people took a step towards the Crew Cut Man.

Then, another person tentatively reached out to the Crew Cut Man, their bony fingers like ghostly claws gripping his firm, muscular thigh.

Once one person took the lead, the rest swarmed forward in no time, their eyes glinting with an eerie green light, grabbing the Crew Cut Man's limbs like wild beasts.

"Ahhh!!!"

The Crew Cut Man, who had been unconscious from the burns, was jolted awake by the pain.

Opening his eyes and seeing what was happening to him, he was terrified to his core. He thrashed on the ground, letting out a piercing scream.

"No... Don't touch me! Get off me, you animals, you beasts!!!"

But his body was shattered, his limbs paralyzed, and his fate sealed.

To outsiders, his struggles looked no different from a maggot writhing before it died.

Not a single person spoke to him.

The Crew Cut Man died there, his eyes bulging with blood, in extreme fear and pain, his spirit broken.

Hearing the Crew Cut Man's screams, Jiang Zhaosu looked back and saw his state, her eyes widening in disbelief. It felt like the sky was falling.

Damn it, wasn't the Crew Cut Man hers?

Why was Qi Xing collecting food for himself and using her food to curry favor!

Seeing Qi Xing standing there calmly, savoring the scene, Jiang Zhaosu, who was squatting on the ground, quickly stood up and ran to his side, tugging at his clothes.

When Qi Xing looked down, Jiang Zhaosu pointed her dagger at the Crew Cut Man, hopped anxiously twice, and yelled at Qi Xing, "Awooo!"

That's mine! Mine!

After these two days together, Qi Xing had a basic grasp of her zombie language.

"Don't you already have one? You want this one too?"

"Awo!"

Yes!!

"He's too dirty," Qi Xing said, patting her back reassuringly, like coaxing a child. "Give Fugui to them, you don't need him."

Awooo!

That was because Qi Xing had refused to use his cool moves earlier, insisting on smearing feces-covered dry grass all over the man's face.

Not only was it highly damaging, but it was also extremely insulting.

Thinking about the feces on this person's mouth, face, and body, Jiang Zhaosu did feel a bit...

Forget it, forget it.

One Square Face was enough.

Jiang Zhaosu was worried about not having enough to eat if she followed Qi Xing, so she wanted to stock up on food for herself.

As the people regained some strength, they went upstairs to search the village houses for food and gasoline for Qi Xing.

With the food supply halved, Jiang Zhaosu immediately felt the need to be frugal and stopped eating until she was only half full.

Jiang Zhaosu had cut the lower part of Square Face's pants to shreds with her dagger, leaving him with only a pair of tight briefs.

Qi Xing frowned slightly when he saw this.

He had a sister too.

Thinking about how those two had looked at Jiang Zhaosu just now, a wave of disgust washed over Qi Xing.

As Jiang Zhaosu got up from the ground, Qi Xing suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Qi Xing was much taller than her. He gripped her under her arms like he was holding a doll, easily lifting her up and smiling as he asked, "Fugui, did you go to the amusement park when you were little?"

Jiang Zhaosu, unable to guess what madness Qi Xing was up to now, responded with a "?".

Qi Xing said, "Brother will take you to play a game."

With a slight exertion of his arm, Qi Xing lightly tossed her off the ground.

Jiang Zhaosu's body suddenly lost its weight, and like a jump, she leaped up with a whoosh, then quickly fell back down, landing heavily on the Square Face's stomach.

No matter how thin and small she was, she still weighed seventy to eighty jin, not to mention the added impact force of her fall.

The Square Face had already screamed himself hoarse.

Now, his most vulnerable and soft spot had been struck with great force. The Square Face man, like a stranded fish, had bulging eyes, a gaping mouth, and contorted features as he let out a silent scream.

He spat out a mouthful of yellowish-green bile, white foam spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"See, a trampoline!" Qi Xing asked her with a smile, "Is it fun?"

Jiang Zhaosu, tossed around like a balloon: "..."

This gentleman, if you want to relive your childhood, please jump by yourself.

Don't treat her like a toy, okay? Fine.

Qi Xing tossed her a few times. Seeing that Jiang Zhaosu showed no signs of excitement on her face and instead looked at him with a speechless expression, he couldn't help but scoff, "Fugui, how can you be like a little zombie at such a young age? So boring."

Jiang Zhaosu rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to even respond.

She was an adult, after all. Qi Xing was just blind.

"Oh, you howl at me for food when you're hungry, but ignore me once you're full."

As soon as the others left, Qi Xing's cool and indifferent demeanor immediately vanished. He reverted to his usual unserious self, his voice drawling, the ends of his words curling up, as he teasingly provoked her with wicked intentions.

"So heartless, Fugui. Brother is heartbroken."

"Awooo!"

Get lost!

Since Qi Xing couldn't understand what she was howling anyway, Jiang Zhaosu cursed him fearlessly.

Unexpectedly, Qi Xing, that cunning man with a thousand schemes, acted as if he could read minds. He blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering, and with an innocent expression, he asked, "Fugui, are you cursing brother? How can a child curse people?"

Jiang Zhaosu: "???"

Seeing Jiang Zhaosu guiltily glance away, Qi Xing knew he had guessed correctly. "Fugui is not well-behaved!"

Qi Xing hugged her tightly into his arms like he was petting a cat, his palm covering the top of her head, ruffling Jiang Zhaosu's messy, bird's nest-like bob even more.

Jiang Zhaosu struggled a few times, but her resistance was futile, so she let Qi Xing mess with her hair.

The air in the basement was stuffy and unpleasant. After joking with her for a few more words, Qi Xing carried her up the stairs.

Jiang Zhaosu, lying on Qi Xing's chest, her round eyes looking over Qi Xing's straight and elegant shoulders, watched herself step by step away from the cold, damp basement.

Although her body was cold, Qi Xing's embrace was warm.

After eating, Jiang Zhaosu's stomach also felt warm.

Living like this, it seemed, wasn't too bad.