Chapter 1969 (1/2)

Don't look at little Flathead again.

Let little Flathead live?

The neck is half cut.

How to live?

The little flat head was convulsing all over.

”You, you... You”

bleed all over the place, no more sound.

Those who were sleeping there heard nothing.

A few brave people opened their eyes to see.

One after another people opened their eyes.

And they saw only the little flat head with the eyes of the dead fish, and fell upon the stone.

The flow of blood.

Half of the neck was pulled off.

It looks very sad.

Some can't stand it. They just vomited.

The one who had been sprayed with blood saw the scene, then felt the blood on his face, and then he fainted in an instant.

Some children were frightened to cry.

The voice of adults' comfort and discussion.

I heard it very clearly in the silent night.

”Oh, look at it. It's a sad death.”

There are women who can't see through their eyes. ”Bah, it's worth it. It's disgusting to live one more day.”

Some people are not convinced that ”what era is this? Moreover, even before the zombie, the death penalty for rape is impossible. ”

”That's right. I'll kill you if I say so.”

”It's more cruel than a zombie!”

The village woman holding the child coaxes the child and can't help opening her mouth

The child cried.

The more she thinks about it, the angrier she gets.

Especially looking at her husband 's eyes from time to time to look in the direction of the big stone.

She couldn't help saying, ”if that week is a disaster, before she came, we didn't have anything to do?”?

Since she came, you have seen this day by day.

There's nothing like her. ”

Village women complain more and more.

Some people around agree and some disagree.