The vomit contained whole chunks of meat, showing how ravenously he ate, without chewing it properly at all.
Cheng Shuang stood up and slowly walked to the door. She had to be prepared for the emcee to turn hostile at any moment. It was normal for him to be questioned and antagonized because it was the food she had given him that caused him to feel unwell and vomit.
The boy vomited everything in his stomach, took two heavy breaths, and suddenly tilted his head, looking at Cheng Shuang with a penetrating gaze, his eyes filled with the coldness and bloodlust of a wild beast.
The little girl looked back at him without changing her expression. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the boy move.
He darted out at lightning speed, bypassed the woodshed, and then let out a scream.
When Cheng Shuang chased after him, she saw him grab a little kid by the hair, pull him off the wall, and slam him to the ground.
"Zhu Jun, are you crazy? It hurts so much!"
This is a child of similar age to the boy, but smaller in stature. His face is clean, but his skin is deathly pale, as if he has never seen the sun for years.
He slowly stood up, supporting his back. Apart from cursing fiercely after being pulled down, he had returned to a dazed state, with an expression almost identical to that of the boy standing next to him.
Sure enough, there was more than one emcee, and more than one backup emcee.
Cheng Shuang was wary, but her expression remained impassive. She knew they were extremely perceptive, so she tried to regulate her breathing to keep her heart from racing too much. Then she saw the boy, who had vomited his stomach empty, wipe his mouth, look indifferently at the fair-skinned child supporting his waist, and coldly say, "Zhu Jun, you shouldn't have come over."
Both of them are named Zhu Jun?
The little girl blinked in confusion. Perhaps "Zhu Jun" wasn't a name, but rather a general term like "village chief" or "master of ceremonies," representing a person's identity or profession.
"Don't call me Zhu Jun." The fair-skinned little boy protested. Perhaps because he was still young and had not yet been completely assimilated, Cheng Shuang caught the fluctuations in his emotions in time. A flash of rejection appeared in his dark pupils. He hated the title Zhu Jun.
Soon, the little boy noticed Cheng Shuang's presence. He tilted his head, turned back, and carefully examined the dirty boy. His tone was flat, but Cheng Shuang detected malice and probing in his voice. "Zhu Jun, is that your reserve food?"
The boy's eyelashes fluttered, and he looked up blankly at the young woman whose face was partially visible in the corner of the woodshed. He remembered the treats she had given him, the toys spread on the woodshed floor, and her warm body. He opened his mouth to object, but the small boy leaned closer and said maliciously, "Eat her! Zhu Jun has no friends. Eat her, and you'll become the most powerful Zhu Jun."
Cheng's eyes twitched. She took two steps forward and argued, "Little friend, if you eat me, you won't have any toys. Are you planning to take apart bones to play with? What's so fun about that? Toy guns are more fun, and storybooks are more interesting." She said this on purpose because the little one had a string of tiny finger bones tied together around his waist. They were slightly yellowed, and didn't look like he played with them often. It seemed more like a deliberate act of bluffing.
The fair-skinned little boy suddenly turned his head to look at her. No matter how well he tried to hide it, the look in his eyes couldn't be hidden from Cheng Shuang. The little girl gave a mischievous smile: "If you don't like playing with toys, I..."
"Zhu Jun, are you hungry?" Suddenly, the boy, who had been expressionless, spoke up, his blank eyes glancing at Cheng Shuang before interrupting her.
The fair-skinned little one scratched his face, trying to keep his gaze indifferent, and forced himself to say, "I... am a little hungry, but not that hungry." But his stomach didn't cooperate and growled right on time. The little one shifted uncomfortably, and a few of his finger bones collided, making a slight sound that masked the growl.
Thinking of their recipes, the little girl silently took out a few slices of raw meat patties. She had asked Old Axe for them out of curiosity, wondering if throwing the raw meat at him would buy her some time if they launched an attack.
This time, the boy didn't speak. Instead, he pointed to the house, and the little one happily ran two steps into the house. Then, as if remembering something, he paused and began to walk slowly.
His every move was observed by Cheng Shuang and the boy. The little girl lowered her eyes in thought. It seemed that Zhu Jun had been training them since childhood. Could the trigger be cannibalism? Why would this village train cannibals? Wouldn't the villagers be in greater danger once they got used to eating people?
However, that's not necessarily true. This instance is obviously a large instance, the kind that the natives can't avoid. Perhaps there's no shortage of outsiders who will send themselves in as takeout.
"The woodshed." A boy's hoarse voice reached my ears, and my hand was touched, the cool touch fleeting.
Cheng Shuang followed the boy back to the woodshed and sat down on the ground. She was a little embarrassed because she could hear the boy's stomach pounding next to her.
The boy clutched his stomach, thought for a moment, then took out a children's corn sausage from his pocket, tore off the skin, and slowly, slowly began to eat it, under Cheng Shuang's surprised gaze.
So it's not that you can't eat cooked food? It's just that you ate too quickly before?
He stopped halfway through his meal and listened intently.
Cheng Shuang subconsciously slowed her breathing, and then heard the door being kicked open, followed by hurried footsteps and the sound of vomiting.
The boy said casually, "He threw up again."
The little girl pursed her lips, realizing the meaning behind the boy's words. A mix of emotions welled up inside her, and for some reason, even the last trace of fear vanished, leaving only a sigh.
The existence of the Zhu Jun is to break the curse, and one of the conditions for becoming a Zhu Jun is to eat raw human flesh. As for why the curse has not been lifted, it is probably because the village has never been able to successfully cultivate a true Zhu Jun.
Such a connection, though inconceivable, is not unusual in a land of death.
Of course, Cheng Shuang still needs to further verify these speculations.
She watched as the little boy walked into the woodshed step by step. His expression was extremely depressed. When he looked at the boy sitting on the ground, there was a moment of resentment, but soon he noticed that the other boy was holding half a sausage.
The little one wrinkled its nose in disbelief.
His fair face was stained with bright red blood. He clearly couldn't stand the smell of blood, yet he still forced himself to devour flesh and blood. Now, his eyes were wide open, revealing a vibrant expression for the first time. He looked at the sausage, then at the boy, repeating this several times as if only then could he be sure.
The boy just held it up like that, without showing the slightest impatience.
"Eat!" he said softly in a hoarse voice.
The little one practically pounced on it, not even using his hands, and bit the sausage with his teeth, finishing it in two or three bites, even nibbling away the tiny bits of meat inside the plastic wrapper.
Even though he was starving, he still left half of his food for others.
Cheng Shuang had to admit that the so-called NPCs actually had feelings.
To some extent, they are human beings, not the kind of data that the players and natives describe.
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