My house was confiscated and I was exiled. I emptied the emperor's warehouse and fled.

In the backyard of the deserted temple, dozens of people sat around a fire, waiting silently for something.

There are men and women among them, old and young. Everyone was covered in filth and looked numb, like walking zombies.

A large iron pot hung over the fire, steam rising from the gap in the pot lid.

There was a fierce-looking butcher squatting aside, sharpening a butcher's knife. The sound of "stabbing, stabbing, stabbing" was intertwined with the crying in the room, indicating some kind of ominous atmosphere.

Suddenly, the butcher stood up with his knife in hand, turned around and walked in the direction where the cries were loud.

In a side room of the deserted temple, more than a dozen children were locked in the room, crying so hard that they couldn't breathe.

As soon as the door opened, they immediately shrank to the corner and looked at the butcher with the knife in horror.

In the chaos, a little boy holding a swaddling clothes was knocked down. The swaddling clothes flew away from his hands and landed at the butcher's feet.

The swaddled baby swayed with its limbs and cried weakly.

The butcher was about to bend down when he saw the little boy rushing out and holding the baby tightly in his arms.

The boy was about to run away, but the butcher pinched the back of his neck and said, "Give me the man!"

"Don't kill my brother!" The boy struggled desperately.

"Follow the rules, use the smallest one to operate." The butcher showed a cruel smile, "Don't worry, it will be your turn next, and we will soon be reunited as brothers."

After saying that, he glanced at the children huddled in the corner with cold eyes: "You too, don't even think about escaping. Remember to give birth to a good child in the next life."

After saying that, he grabbed the baby, kicked the little boy who was chasing him to the ground, and walked out of the room carrying the swaddling clothes.

Inside the door, there was a skinny man guarding the door and slowly closing it.

"I'll fight with you!" The little boy struggled to get up, holding his stomach and dragging his injured leg towards the door.

"Brother Zizuo, it's useless, we will all die, wuwuwu..." Behind him, a little girl with messy hair cried loudly.

Soon, the cries spread, as if they were wailing for their lives.

Outside the door, the butcher placed the swaddling clothes on the steps.

He picked up the butcher's knife and stabbed the baby's heart fiercely.

With this knife, no matter whether the child is big or small, he will kill him alive.

When he's done with it, he'll send it to the backyard and hand it to a family.

The other party puts it in the pot and cooks it. When it is cooked, he can get a bowl full of meat and soup as a reward for his labor.

He has done this kind of thing countless times, and he is as skilled as killing a pig.

"what!"

A shrill scream of pain resounded over the entire temple. The butcher's chest was stained with blood, and the butcher's knife in his hand fell from his hand.

Below the falling knife is the baby's position!

At the critical moment, the butcher's knife seemed to be blocked by something invisible and hung in the air.

Suddenly, the tip of the knife turned and shot towards the butcher, instantly piercing his chest.

No one would notice that the knife wound covered up the traces left by the wood-type blade.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the dead grass on the ground a bright, fire-like color. The butcher's eyes were full of horror, and he fell to the side, his breath gone.

"What happened?" People sitting around in the backyard rushed out, fearing that something might happen to the food that was about to reach their mouths.

Seeing the butcher lying dead, everyone panicked and shouted:

"The butcher is dead? Who did it?"

"Is someone coming to grab food?"

"The butcher is dead, we have to slaughter the two-legged sheep ourselves!"

"..."

Just when everyone was talking, the door of the room where the children were detained was suddenly opened, and the man guarding him stumbled out: "Run away! A ghost is coming to kill you!"

"What's going on! Speak clearly!" Everyone surrounded the man.

The man was trembling with fear and said incoherently: "The ghost is coming. The butcher was killed by a ghost. The dead souls have come for revenge. Run!"

When the incident happened, he was lying at the crack of the door and became the only witness.

Only ghosts can accomplish such a weird assassination!

While everyone was interrogating, the children in the house covered their mouths tightly and bent over, and one by one, they quietly escaped along the corner to the backyard.

But soon, someone spotted them out of the corner of his eye and shouted: "You bastards, where can you escape!"

Everyone ignored the guards and went to catch the escaped children.

They exchanged their own children with other families to slaughter and eat them as two-legged sheep to maintain their lives. They couldn't let them run away!

The children were caught one by one, thrown into the middle of the open space, and surrounded by the crowd. No one escaped.

An irritable man pulled out the butcher's knife from the butcher's chest and slashed at the little girl who was captured by his family.

"Stop!" Four men in black descended from the air, and the leader cut off the irritable man's wrist.

"Ah!" The irritable man stared at the severed hand with blood gushing out, and he screamed and fainted from the pain.

Several people came forward, crying and pulling him away, presumably his family members.

Wu Shaohan touched the ground with his long sword and glanced at everyone with cold eyes: "Where did these children come from?"

An old man stood up and said respectfully: "Young hero, they are all the two-legged sheep we exchanged. If you also want to eat, I can give you a bowl of meat."

Wu Shaohan held back his stomach churning and said expressionlessly: "In my opinion, you are the two-legged sheep, take them down!"

Following the order, other figures in black walked among the crowd like ghosts.

Swords flashed, swords flashed, and screams reached the sky.

Some people ran away in a hurry, while others took advantage of the chaos to grab the child, but Wu Shaohan chopped off the hand that was reaching for the child.

Soon, everyone was knocked down, covering their wounds and wailing.

The captured children huddled together and did not dare to move.

Wu Shaohan glanced around and his eyes stayed on the baby on the steps.

The swaddled baby's eyes were closed, his face turned blue, and he seemed to have died.

His face changed slightly, he picked up the swaddle and stretched out his hand to check the breathing, then said "Watch them", then used Qinggong and quickly rushed out of the gate.

"Give me my brother back!" A little boy limped after him.

But a man in black stopped him and carried him back: "Don't be impatient, they will be back soon."

Just now, Su Yunwan heard crying in the distance, and a burst of spiritual power escaped and flew towards the source of the sound.

Soon, she witnessed the butcher sharpening his knife towards the children. After killing the butcher with the wooden blade, she immediately asked Wu Shaohan to lead people to rescue the other children.

Along the way, she saw many human traffickers buying and selling people on the roadside.

In order to get a bite to eat, some people sell their wives, and some people sell their children, but I have never seen anyone killing people for meat, or killing children for meat.

She had heard of such a situation in the early days of the apocalypse, but had never seen it with her own eyes.

At that time, children had become extremely scarce and precious. For the sake of the continuation of mankind, some bases even issued laws on forced marriage and forced birth.

However, natural and man-made disasters continued one after another, and mankind still failed to reverse the trend and headed for destruction.

Qin Junyi saw her staring into space, as if she was lost in some kind of memory, so he stayed by his side quietly without disturbing her.

Until Wu Shaohan returned, half-kneeling in the carriage, holding up the infant child with both hands: "Master, Madam, this baby is in danger!"