Puchi!
A toothbrush sharpened into a sharp weapon and pierced his companion's throat. Blood splattered onto the ground as the corpse turned cold and stiff.
Bang!
A bluestone brick smashed into the back of a prisoner's head without warning, killing him on the spot.
Stabbing eyes, kicking crotches, kicking sand, the majority of the prisoners who did not have weapons in their hands were using all kinds of despicable methods. At this moment, the thousands of prisoners had completely turned into a group of mad dogs. They were willing to do anything in order to become the one hundred survivors and live a good life.
"Zhuang Dekun, do you still remember how you humiliated Lao Tzu when he first entered prison? Now, you can die for Lao Tzu. " A skinny young man with a crazed and bloodthirsty face smashed a brick at a middle-aged man. A large amount of blood dyed his body red, but it made him laugh crazily.
"Da Zhuang, you are my younger brother. We can only survive if we work together." A pair of brothers confronted each other. The older brother had a bitter expression as he tried to persuade his younger brother.
"Big Brother, we are brothers. I believe in you." The younger brother put down the sharp iron ruler in his hand, which made the older brother happy. They were ready to face this game of death together.
Puchi!
Suddenly, the sharp iron ruler pierced through the older brother's heart. A cold feeling spread throughout the older brother's body. He slowly turned his head and saw his younger brother's cold and cruel eyes.
"Big Brother, do you think I am a three-year-old child? Even if you are my older brother, do you think I will trust you at this time? "The younger brother growled fiercely.
A line of clear tears flowed from the older brother's eyes. He trembled as he looked at his younger brother, who he had loved since he was young. His eyes were filled with endless sorrow.
"Big … Da Zhuang … I … I never thought of killing you!"
"You … Do you remember … when … you were young … a group of hoodlums surrounded you with knives … said that they were going to hack you to death … It was I, your eldest brother, who protected you under my body. I was stabbed dozens of times …" Big Brother's voice trembled. Blood sprayed out from his chest, making him seem even more mournful and cold.
At this moment, the younger brother's body trembled. He closed his eyes as the scene from back then flashed through his mind. A large amount of tears flowed from his eyes as he knelt on the ground.
"Big Brother, don't blame me. Please don't blame me. I really don't want to die." The younger brother wailed loudly as if he had gone crazy.
Puchi!
The younger brother suddenly pulled out the iron ruler from his older brother's chest. A smear of blood sprayed on his face. The younger brother seemed to have turned into a walking corpse.... He looked at his older brother, who was gradually losing his life, and his voice was cruel and ferocious.
"Big brother, don't worry. Although you're dead, I'll definitely survive. Let me carry your life and go see the wonderful world outside."
"Kill!"
The younger brother swung a sharp iron ruler as if he had gone mad. As long as the people around him were killed, he would ruthlessly and mercilessly stab at the other prisoners.
............. com....
Battle cries, angry curses, and anguished wails entered his ears.
Madness was spreading, and the aura of slaughter was expanding. The thick smell of blood drifted in the air, making people want to vomit, but it also made the prisoners go crazy.
On the high platform.
Ye Xuan had his hands behind his back. When he opened and closed his eyes, there was only coldness and ruthlessness. A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Heaven is merciless and treats all things as straw dogs. Earth is merciless and buries the souls of the dead in all ages. People are merciless and can kill in the world."
"Kill, fight. Only in the endless blood and fighting can you become my, Ye Xuan's, lackeys and sweep away all obstacles in the world for me."
Like the sound of the war drums of slaughter and the turmoil of hell, Ye Xuan's voice was ruthless and cruel. However, it seemed to be a catalyst that made the prisoners completely bathed in blood and fight.
Thousands of people killing each other was bloody and terrifying. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, it was an extremely terrifying thing. However, in Ye Xuan's eyes, it was a transformation of the mind.
Only by abandoning the seven emotions and six desires of these prisoners and completely turning them into killing machines, Ye Xuan wanted the Men of Sacrifice.
What was a Men of Sacrifice?
The meaning of life was to kill. This was the Men of Sacrifice in Ye Xuan's eyes!
The killing continued and blood sprayed. More and more corpses appeared on the field. It was as if it had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. It made people feel extremely horrified when they looked at it.
Ye Xuan looked at them indifferently. From beginning to end, he didn't show the slightest bit of pity. A few figures among them had also slightly attracted his attention.
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses was like a venomous snake. He was always in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike. He did not move, but when he did, several prisoners would die in his hands.
A thin young man had a silly smile on his face. He had been squatting in a corner and eating the steamed bun in his hand. Although the steamed bun was soaked in blood, it did not affect his appetite at all.
When he swallowed the last mouthful of the steamed bun, the smirking young man suddenly stood up. With a raise of his hand, all the prisoners closest to him died miserably.
He kicked their genitals and blinded their eyes. He punched out and went straight for their temples. With a kick, the sound of knees breaking could be heard. No one could survive under his hands.
In the pile of corpses.
A wretched Fatso was covered in blood. He looked like a corpse as he crawled in the pile of corpses. He only held a sharp chopstick in his hand. Every time a prisoner passed by him, this Fatso would drag the prisoner's legs and make them fall to the ground. He would then stab the chopstick in his hand into the prisoner's throat at lightning speed. He would then continue to play dead and wait for the next prey to come.
The killing continued and the prisoners wailed.
On the high platform.
Ye Xuan's eyes were deep and he slowly nodded.
"Stop. The game is over."
It was a simple word, but it sounded like a celestial voice. It also made the prisoners stop killing. They looked blankly at Ye Xuan on the high platform, as if they had not woken up from the killing.
"The … the game is over?"
"I … I'm still alive?"
"I'm not dead? I can get out of here alive? "
The prisoners who survived could not believe that they were still alive. They looked around blankly and muttered to themselves. When they realized that they were indeed still alive, they burst into indescribable sounds of excitement.
"Haha!"
"Lao Tzu is not dead. Lao Tzu survived."
"It's good that you're all dead. It's good that you're all dead. Lao Tzu can only survive if you're all dead."
Cheers and crazy laughter. This was the scene that unfolded in front of Ye Xuan.
However, Ye Xuan knew that although they survived, they had lost their humanity. From now on, they would completely turn into killing machines that would be used by him.
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