Night, slowly falling, the originally dark blue sky was pulled up a dark blue curtain. This is a night without stars. For grassland people who regard the stars as the eyes of the spirits, it is an unknown night. On such a night, prayers and blessings will not be answered, and all hatred and immorality will be acquiesced. Of course, devout herdsmen will say that the spirits set aside such a night to test the virtue of grassland creatures. Instead of closing their eyes, they observe the earth in a way that people can''t see. Any evil that they think has not been discovered will bring about future judgment. However, it is not so easy to say when the trial will come in the future and how to define the so-called crimes.


    However, there is a consensus on the grassland, that is, in such a starry night, no matter how urgent things are, we should stop and wait for sunrise. Because it is said that those who are denounced as evil by the spirits will come out of their hiding places on such a night, especially for those camping in the wild, strange travelers are very dangerous.


    "Can I have a seat by the fire? The farthest is good. " The middle-aged man who came out of the night asked the silent people. He looked quite old, his skin was tanned and his face and arms were covered with gullies left by excessive sunshine. His body is not thin, but also shows a morbid, coupled with his thin clothes and the cloth wrapped in his head, this man looks like the most honest and easy to be bullied.


    The silent people subconsciously put their hands on the machete on their waist, but the man seemed to be too slow to notice. Maybe I noticed it, but for him, his life may not be a valuable thing. It may be as valuable as the most remote seat by the fire. People who have nothing to lose will not feel afraid. When life is only suffering for him, no threat is enough to become a threat, and no fear is enough to become fear.


    The leader stood up and reached out to the silent not to show obvious hostility. Their task is very important and must be kept secret. Before killing this man, he must find out who sent the chess pieces to warn them, "are you in any trouble? It''s not a good day to go out for a walk. "


    The man raised his head fiercely, his turbid eyes were filled with a kind of numbness, like a tangled and uncomfortable ball of string. Now, the ball of thread slowly wriggles out a little emotion and pain, "ah, I''m so unfortunate! It took me 15 years to redeem myself. But in less than two days, my only lamb was carried away by the wolf. It is my only property! Those damned, hairy monsters took it from me just because I took a nap! I''m chasing, chasing, and I can''t run. Now I can''t find my sheep, nor can I find my way back. All my efforts, my future, are gone


    There are slaves on the grassland. Strictly speaking, the silent people are slaves before they become silent. And they have come to this stage because they will be released from the status of slaves after they offer loyalty to their loyal masters. In addition to this way, most slaves can also exchange their status as free people through labor. After all, population is a scarce resource on the grassland, and every one must play its role. It would be too wasteful to deal with it only with high-grade livestock.


    However, the most uncomfortable thing about slaves is not that they have become ugly because of overwork, but that they have lost their intelligence and become a talking beast in the mechanical numbness of life. This is unacceptable to the grassland people who believe in the soul after death. Although all living beings have spirits, they are still primates, but they have become numb animals when they are born. This is an insult to the spirits and the creator, as well as to all human beings.


    Speaking of this, the leader didn''t want to kill him. The man was rotten when he was alive. He only had his own suffering in his world and could not hold anything else. Such a person is disgusted with dirty hands after being killed. "Give him a place to rest the poor man who has lost his sheep and bake the fire."


    When a man walks through the line, the stench on his body makes everyone instinctively avoid it. Judging from the smell and his hair and beard, the lamb in his mouth must have been lost for a long time. This is a madman, because the lost sheep from the tribe out of the paranoid madman. Almost all people make a judgment in this way, such a madman does not care about him, and will soon become the food of jackals. And it must be a hungry jackal, for his flesh is no better than mud.


    Fire, jumping, the man stares at the fire as if he had seen it for the first time. He even reached out to touch the fire! This move really made everyone regard him as a complete madman and sat farther. The leader shrugged his nose and was found by this madman. Their luck was not very good.


    Night, deeper, deeper to the fire can light up the place is becoming smaller and smaller, the silent people beside the fire also showed fatigue after a day''s running. It''s time to rest.


    "Watch the night in pairs. There are no stars today. Don''t let the fire go out." The leader finished and went to rest. The man was still staring at the fire before he went to sleep."Fire! The fire is out In fact, before being awakened by sound and shaking, he was awakened by a pungent smell. The leader, who was suddenly awakened from his sleep, opened his eyes vigorously, hoping to find out what had happened, but as the voice in the dark said, the bonfire was out. These flimsy guys. In the heart of a scold, he patted the hand on the shoulder, from the smell he knew it was the madman. However, when the hand was opened, the hand was slightly moist.


    With memory, the leader took out the flint in his arms, walked to the place where the fire should be, and carefully made a few sparks. As soon as the spark fell, the whole fire lit up again. "Is it blown out by the wind? What do those night watchmen think about the fire? They say that they can''t extinguish it at night without stars... "


    The second half of his sentence was swallowed. Because with the light of the fire, what appeared in front of him was not other sleeping subordinates, but an ugly wreckage. Those once human remains were all cut open, and the contents were pulled out of the abdomen and eaten. Rao is already experienced a hundred battles, the soldier or nearly spit out.


    "Damn it, you know how..." The red liquid, mixed with some visceral debris, dripped down the dark, ravaged arms. The cloth on the man''s head had disappeared, revealing the whole bald, bloody head above his forehead.


    "My only lamb was captured by the wolf. I chased after him. When I got to those damned monsters, my poor sheep had only skin left. I hate it so much, so I peel the wolf''s skin off and put it on my body. That feeling is so good. The warm and moist fit makes me intoxicated more than any woman''s skin. So I began to peel off, keep peeling, but I just can''t learn to peel people''s skin, just like this man''s head, I can''t peel off. But it doesn''t matter. I can practice slowly with you


    "Don''t come here! You, you don''t come here! You... "


    …… "Don''t accept any strangers on a starry night. Why do some people just don''t understand? " On the hillside far from the camp of the silent, uville stood there, with no eyeballs in his eyes. Instead, there were two throbbing flames.


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