Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

Just when the toughest part of the stone was about to scratch the team member's face, the native's hand paused slightly.

original.

Everyone, including me, thought that the aborigines were going to stop, but unexpectedly, he tore off the cloth stuffed in the players' mouths instead.

"Don't, don't... I beg you, I'm still young, I don't want to die, I promise you whatever you want me to do..."

The team member begged bitterly.

But it is a pity that the two sides did not understand each other's language, and the native could not understand what he was talking about at all, but even if he could understand, the revenge of killing his wife was not so simple to kill.

An angry smile suddenly appeared on the protruding face, and seeing all of us felt a creepy feeling in my heart.

stab-

"what!"

Suddenly, the tip of the stone flake pierced the team member's cheek, and then he flicked his hand, the sound of flesh tissue being cut, accompanied by the team member's ear-piercing scream.

"Birth Festival!"

The man's voice finally stopped, and I could hear the last two words very clearly.

At this point, I knew that the team member was doomed.

But this is harmless, after all, from the time that idiot shot, I already knew that he was not far from his death, but his death would give us a way out.

A person's death, in exchange for everyone's life.

This trade is definitely worth it, and most importantly, not only I think so, even if I were replaced by any other player present, they would definitely make the same choice as me.

Sometimes, in order to survive, some sacrifices must be made.

However, the brutal and inhumane killing before us has left a deep stroke in the minds of each of us...

The sharp stone flakes flew across the team member's face.

Every time, a bloody line would be left, and the blood flowed down his face and into his neck. The whole person looked like an evil spirit that had just crawled out of hell, and one of his eyes was also pierced by a piece of stone. He went blind, and one of Spirit's eyes was as big as a ping-pong ball.

"That is……"

I have noticed that as time goes by bit by bit, the skin on that team member's body and face is gradually festering.

The whole person becomes ugly, dirty and unbearable.

and so……

Involuntarily, my gaze fell on the stone tablet held by the native. Just now, was the contents in that small bottle highly poisonous?

My Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly.

This island, before being invaded by outside forces, is rich in species, which is definitely an eye-opener. In the huge biosphere, there are all kinds of creatures, and they slowly evolve on this island. reproduce.

Among them, there are also many highly poisonous creatures.

During the evolution of civilization, those creatures were discovered by these indigenous ancestors, and gradually became powerful weapons in their hands.

After all, for them, there are not many resources available on the island.

But also because of this, no one knows the local creatures better than these natives, and no one knows how to use poison better than them...

Each of them is a master at playing drugs.

And those poisons are unheard of by the outside world. Even if people who are poisoned have the opportunity to receive high-end medical conditions, it is extremely difficult to save their own lives... After all, no matter how high the level of technology in the outside world It takes time to make the antidote...

And those times were enough for the poison to kick in and kill a person.

Pfft!

In a short period of time, countless thoughts floated through my mind, and in front of me, the native seemed to be crazy, venting his anger on the team member crazily.

No one stopped him, and no one dared to step forward.

That poor team member, where his eyes used to be, is now bleeding profusely, he can't see at all, and his entire face has even been scratched out of shape.

He just fell to the ground, trembling all over.

The veins on his neck were bulging, his mouth was wide open, and a hoarse voice kept coming out of his throat.

Now he has more air intake and less air output.

For him like this, every second he lives is a crime...

In the end, I couldn't bear to watch it, otherwise I would continue to watch. I took a deep breath and turned my head away. Although I could still hear his painful voice, but in the end, out of sight, out of mind, this It was because he felt better ethically and morally.

This torture lasted for more than ten minutes.

It didn't stop until the player's voice gradually weakened and disappeared completely.

And the native also threw away the stone in his hand, and slowly stood up. I thought the matter was over, and was about to speak, but saw the native walked to the corner of the cave, and burst out from there. A pot of big stone.

Slowly, he came to the team member, and then raised the stone high.

hiss--

After the corner of my mouth twitched slightly, I noticed that even now, the team member is not completely dead, his chest is still rising and falling, which proves that he is still breathing...

click!
But in the next moment, the native who was holding the stone smashed down the stone in his hand, just hitting the team member's skull impartially.

pulpy.

Other than that, I can't think of any other adjectives. Even though I'm used to seeing all kinds of extremely tragic scenes, I still can't stand the churning in my stomach.

"vomit!"

Behind them, there were a few team members with a little weaker psychological endurance, who couldn't help but began to retch. Fortunately, the rations they ate before departure had already been digested, and now there was nothing stored in their stomachs.

Otherwise, this is an almost airtight cave, besides the blood habit, there will definitely be an unpleasant stomach acid smell.

The natives standing next to him didn't have much reaction.

For such a scene, they seem to be used to it, and they are not surprised at all. Even, vaguely, I can see a touch of... appetite from their eyes looking at the team member's body?
But I can understand that.

I who have lived here know that they are an uncivilized race after all. Although things like cannibalism happen rarely, they are not completely non-existent.

Moreover.

In their eyes, we, the outsiders, are no different from the prey they usually hunt.

As long as you kill it, you can eat it.

Here, there is no law, no morality, only natural selection. From a certain point of view, the living people are just a pile of meat.

The identities of hunter and prey may change at any time.