Chapter 92: The stench turns to filth (Part 4)
The shrill ringing of bells echoed over the orphanage.
Chen Rongsheng's twisted, sinister voice hummed out from the thick snail shell: "Hey hey... Little beauty, did you hear that? Dinner is ready! Do you want to go eat with daddy..."
The ringing sounded like a spell.
The child who was chewing on the compressed biscuits froze in an instant. The timidity and confusion that had just appeared on his face faded away, replaced by a soulless numbness.
They turned stiffly in the same direction, like a group of manipulated puppets, and walked one after another with stiff and unified steps towards a half-collapsed wooden door on the side.
A faint smell of fishy and rottenness wafted from inside the door.
The gentleness on Lin Heng's face faded, and he looked serious. He drew the long whip from his waist, and with a quick step, he followed behind the children.
Xie Mian's eyes were cold, and he raised his long sword again, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the gap in the shell, trying to find the weakness.
"Don't be impatient... Wait until the kids are 'full,' and then Daddy will play with you... Hehe, they are Daddy's treasure trove..."
granary?
When Xie Mian heard this word, he thought of the broth he had seen before, and the string in his mind completely broke.
He used one-third of the insect energy in his body as a blade and chopped it hard at the connection between the shells again.
The blade hit the shell, making a harsh friction sound and sending sparks flying.
The shell is still intact.
"What kind of monster is this?" Xie Mian's heart sank slightly. "Conch?"
Xie Mian looked at the pattern on the shell again. It had a dark brownish-yellow background, with dark, disgusting, thick patterns twisted across it. No. It wasn't a conch, it was an apple snail.
The golden apple snail is a species of snail with a strong reproductive capacity and carries many parasites. He had only seen Chen Rongsheng's defensive skills and wondered if he had any other skills.
On the other side, Lin Heng followed the children to the cafeteria.
He stood in a secluded place and did not go in.
It was a large, extremely shabby room, its walls peeling and revealing the masonry underneath. Several long, crooked, stained, and scratched wooden tables were put together, upon which lay a sparse supply of suspiciously colored food.
A few pieces of black bread as hard as stones and covered with green mold, a few bowls of thin soup so turbid that you can hardly see the bottom, with a few rotten vegetable leaves and suspicious oil floating on the surface of the soup.
The food portions were small, and the air was thick with a musty, sour smell.
An unusually obese woman, wearing a greasy apron and with sparse, greasy hair clinging to her scalp, stood behind a huge, equally filthy iron barrel.
She has two stubby brown tentacles growing from the top of her head.
"What are you dawdling for? You little bastards!"
She screamed sharply, her voice harsh and unpleasant, spit flying everywhere, "It's the end of the world, and I still have to cook for you. Spicy food from next door."
The children turned a deaf ear to the scolding.
Like programmed machines, they numbly found their seats and sat down, without scrambling, without talking, and even the sound of chewing was minimal.
They stretched out their dirty little hands, grabbed the moldy bread, or picked up the broken bowl and mechanically stuffed the foul-smelling food into their mouths.
“Heh…heh…”
Suddenly, a boy sitting in the corner dropped the broken bowl in his hand with a clang, and the turbid soup spilled all over the floor.
His eyes were wide open, but his body was stiff and motionless.
The children around sat there, still chewing numbly, as if they hadn't seen what was happening.
"oops!"
The fat cafeteria aunt screamed, her face distorted with ecstasy and excitement.
The tentacles on his head stood up high in excitement, twisting and revealing his jagged yellow teeth.
"Great! Fresh meat again!!"
Lin Heng's face looked grim and he clenched his fists tightly.
The kitchen aunt walked up to the boy and pulled up one of his legs.
"stop!"
Lin Heng stopped him angrily.
He flicked his wrist, and the long whip at his waist was like a thorny flame, wrapping around the woman's neck with incredible precision and pulling her away from the boy.
The obese body hit the dining table, and it instantly broke into pieces.
"Ah! Who is so blind as to ruin my good deeds?"
The woman turned her head suddenly, and the ecstasy on her greasy face was replaced by rage. The tentacles on her head twisted wildly, and fishy liquid dripped from the ends.
"Where did this stinkbug come from? Mind your own business!"
Lin Heng ignored her curse.
He walked forward, picked up the dead boy, and gently put him aside.
The boy died of starvation.
His face was devoid of flesh, his limbs were skinny, and his stomach was swollen from long-term hunger. Furthermore, the boy's body was covered in wounds, and his entire body was bruised and purple, with no healthy flesh left.
This child has been abused since before the end of the world...
Lin Heng was in a heavy mood. He should have come to the welfare home again to see if everything had been rectified as Fu Ze said.
Fu Ze...Uncle Fu...
Seeing Lin Heng taking the boy away, the woman got up from the ground angrily.
"My meat! My fresh meat!"
She was a little afraid of Lin Heng and did not dare to snatch the body of the boy that Lin Heng was protecting behind him. Instead, her tentacles grew suddenly, trying to wrap around a little girl who was eating mechanically nearby.
"court death!"
A cold light suddenly flashed in Lin Heng's eyes.
He no longer held back, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, the long whip wrapped around the tentacles. The thorns on the whip pierced deep into the tentacles like a living thing!
“Ahhhh!!!”
The woman let out a shrill howl and her body twitched violently.
The tentacle pierced by the thorns shrivelled and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The other tentacle on her head also lashed out of control due to the severe pain, lashing against the greasy iron bucket with a dull thud.
Without waiting for the woman to stand up, Lin Heng attacked again.
The long whip drew a sharp arc, and the thorns pierced through the greasy flesh mercilessly, piercing deep into the woman's chest.
The woman's eyes widened, her face twisted, and she tried to pull out the whip that was piercing her chest.
The next moment, a rose suddenly blossomed deep in her chest, accurately shattering the brown insect stone at her heart.
"Crack--" the insect stone shattered.
The woman's body trembled violently, and her obese body fell to the ground with a thud. The tentacles on her head drooped limply, and only twisted fear and unwillingness remained on her greasy face.
Lin Heng retracted the whip, and the rose petals at the tip of the whip were stained with a trace of dark blood.
In the cafeteria, the children continued to chew the moldy bread numbly until the bell rang again, and they stood up from their seats.
The ringing sound again!
Xie Mian frowned, his face stern, and a hint of annoyance appeared between his brows.
He had tried many methods, but none of them worked to break the shell.
At this moment, E Shifang jumped out of Xie Mian's arms and gently rubbed the back of Xie Mian's hand.
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