NOVEL NEXT Chapter 240: Better Off Dead, At Least There's No More Pain
Do they know?
Wu Hao was completely silent, not speaking. People living here might really know what they were eating, it's just that everyone had a tacit agreement to pretend not to know.
"Now do you understand?" Zhang Changrui said coldly, "Do you think your actions are saving others?
Wu Hao responded slowly: "But what I said is true, there clearly can be a better life, why choose such a life?"
Even though he had never been to the Sunshine Shelter in Huang City.
He believes that place is where all survivors most want to go.
Zhang Changrui pinched Wu Hao's face, "Whether what you said is true or false, it doesn't matter anymore. Your tender skin would make delicious sausages, wouldn't it?"
Wu Hao's face turned pale. He genuinely hadn't expected to end up in a cannibal's nest.
Initially, he only thought about how the person in charge of this shelter had fooled everyone. He really hadn't expected that actually everyone knew deep down, it's just that no one wanted to speak up.
"Have you really gone mad from eating people? Do you really want to live like this forever? We are supposed to band together in this apocalypse, not think about killing each other." Wu Hao still struggled desperately, but to Zhang Changrui, his struggle looked ridiculous.
At this moment, the two brothers responsible for making sausages arrived.
Zhang Changrui pointed at Wu Hao and said, "This is fresh meat. Make good sausages out of him. Clean up the hair and nails completely. If there's any more mess, I'll turn you two into sausages."
The sausage brothers trembled at these words, frantically nodding their little heads to indicate they understood.
They feared no one except Zhang Changrui.
This guy is really ruthless.
"Understood." The sausage brothers nodded crazily. They had previously discussed that if anyone complained about their cleanliness, they would make that person do it themselves; they wouldn't serve them anymore. But now, after being scolded by Zhang Changrui in person, who would dare resist? They behaved obediently, having no other ideas.
Zhang Changrui glanced at Wu Hao and turned to leave.
Only after he left did the sausage brothers breathe a sigh of relief.
"Bro, he's really bad. I'm scared he might turn us into sausages."
The speaking little sausage brother had a round face, not very tall, short and stout, looking quite honest. But his sausage-making skills were surprisingly good.
"He can say whatever he wants. What does it have to do with us? If he really angers me, I won't make sausages anymore. What could he possibly do to me?"
"Bro, don't say such things or you'll end up as a sausage."
Maybe there was some truth in what the little sausage brother said, as the older one turned and left.
"Bro, where are you going?"
"To find the clippers, to shave his head."
"Oh."
Unhappy inside, but obedient in action.
Bound and desperate, Wu Hao truly panicked, thinking of the woman. Why wouldn't she believe him? She obviously had a child, why let the child live such a life?
Back then, the woman managed to survive with her child thanks to her husband making a great contribution. When food was scarce, she dismembered her husband into pieces, preserving the meat with salt, which is how she managed to survive until now.
Otherwise, they would've died long ago.
...
A silhouette appeared in the darkness, standing on the hillside, gazing from afar at the shelter in the desolate land.
If light were to shine on this silhouette, one would see it was actually a zombie, but different from other zombies.
Unlike ordinary zombies that look like mindless feral dogs,
this zombie was bare-chested, covered in explosive muscles, overflowing with unimaginable power.
"Grrr,"
It emitted a low growl upon seeing the distant shelter, then headed towards it.
The patrols on the shelter's walls vaguely saw a figure approaching from afar.
"Something's moving. I'm not sure if it's human or zombie."
"Just a lone figure, whether human or zombie it doesn't matter. Let me use my powers to control it. Even if it's a zombie, such a physique is only a regular zombie, no big deal."
After speaking, he used his control ability, intending to manipulate the zombie. Previously, he had done similar things; whenever zombies appeared, he would control them, making them emit low growls to attract other zombies away.
The shelter had never suffered zombie attacks, largely thanks to his ability.
"Huh, no response at all; seems like this guy isn't a zombie," said the patrol with control ability.
The other patrol continued, "Recently, our shelter's been really lucky..."
His words were cut off as he stared wide-eyed, raising a hand, pointing at the other, "Yo-you..."
The patrol man with control ability was puzzled, not knowing what was going on, why the other seemed as if he had seen a ghost, but soon he felt a chill behind him, as if some terrifying presence was locking onto him.
He thought about slowly turning his head.
But just as he intended to turn.
Slash!
The sound of flesh tearing.
The zombie gripped his head with one hand, pressed his shoulder with the other, and fiercely bit into his neck.
Watching his companion being bitten, the other patrol man screamed in a panic.
"A zombie's inside! A zombie's inside!"
Slash!
He glanced down at his abdomen, where a hand had pierced through, twisting his head stiffly, only to see the zombie that impaled him revealing a sinister grin.