1132 Eating meat, the feast prepared by the Ninth Prince for Zhezhe

Zhezhe always thought that he was taken to the county government office as a victim, and even if his parents did not come to pick him up, he should not be abused. But when he arrived at the county government office, he realized that things were not what he thought.

"Uncle, why did you bring me here?" Zhezhe opened his big eyes, which were full of confusion and puzzlement, as well as fear that he tried hard to hide.

Even though he didn't know much about what was going on outside, he knew that this was a prison where prisoners were locked up. He was in the Demon Sect, so even if he took people out of the prison and killed them however he wanted, no one would care.

"This is an order from above." The officers felt a little reluctant, but they could only obey orders and silently sympathize with Zhezhe in their hearts.

The child is so young, and I don’t know what his family has done to offend him, but they want to punish him to death.

"Uncle, I don't understand what you are saying." Zhezhe looked confused, which was simply adorable. Unfortunately, no matter how cute and pitiful he was, he could not impress these yamen runners.

Sympathy is sympathy, but they will never offend their superiors or lose their jobs for an unrelated child.

"Okay, stop asking. You'll know when you go in." The other officer had a stern face and didn't look at Zhezhe. Seeing that Zhezhe was standing there motionless, he pushed him.

Zhezhe staggered a step, but didn't say anything more. He lowered his head, and no one could see what he was thinking.

Zhezhe is still a child after all, with little experience. He thinks that with his intelligence and skills, he will be fine no matter where he is. However, he does not know that there is a place in this world where intelligence and talent are of no use at all. The Ninth Prince wants to throw Zhezhe to this place to let him see clearly what true tyranny is.

With just the skills that Zhezhe has, they are completely inadequate in front of a real serious criminal. If it weren't for his identity as the young master of the Demon Cult, Zhezhe would be nothing.

The officer took Zhezhe to the innermost cell. The cell was not big and there were not many people locked up in it. Zhezhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There were only six people, two of whom were disabled, two were as thin as bamboo poles, and the remaining two were huddled in a corner, and Zhezhe couldn't see them.

"Go in." The officer opened the cell door, and the six people inside didn't even raise their eyelids.

The officer who answered Zhezhe on the road felt a little reluctant, so when Zhezhe went in, he quickly whispered in his ear: "Kid, be careful when you go in, they are not..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhezhe was pushed in and thrown directly into the cell. With a clang, the officers locked the cell door and warned the six people not to bully the newcomer.

The six people remained in their original posture and the officer did not take it seriously. He gave Zhezhe a look that told him to wish him good luck and left.

After the officers left, Zhezhe climbed up from the ground, looked at the six people cautiously, found a corner, huddled there motionless, thinking in his heart how to escape.

However, Zhezhe was not given much time to think. After the people in the prison were sure that the officers would not come over, they surrounded Zhezhe. Except for the two people with injured legs, everyone else came forward.

"You, what are you going to do?" The cold and bloody breath made Zhezhe tremble all over. This feeling called fear was the first time Zhezhe experienced it.

"This kid has delicate skin and tender flesh. I wonder how it would taste if he were roasted." The tall and thin man with a pale face smacked his lips, looking greedy.

Another person reached out and pinched Zhezhe's face: "He is indeed a child from a wealthy family. He is very tender and pink. He doesn't need to be roasted. Just eating him like this is enough to be fresh meat."

After saying that, he picked up Zhezhe with one hand.

"What are you doing? Let me go, let me go." He could feel that the people in front of him were very dangerous, but... the knife in his hand was not enough to stab these four people to death.

"Help, help, help!" Zhezhe shouted loudly, but there was no response.

"Silly boy, it's useless to call for help here. Just listen to us and maybe you can live longer. Stretch out your hand." The man who was holding Zhezhe had a mouthful of drool, as if Zhezhe was a top-notch delicacy placed in front of him waiting for him to eat.

In fact, in the eyes of the six people in this prison, Zhezhe is indeed a "delicacy".

It was not uncommon to eat children or two-legged sheep. After the fall of the previous dynasty and the early days of the founding of the four kingdoms, countless children were eaten during the continuous wars.

Some rebels, running out of food, captured people and cooked them for food, and children were the freshest and tenderest two-legged lamb in their eyes.

The man holding Zhezhe still had some patience, but the people around him didn't. Seeing that Zhezhe could only scream, they relaxed their guard against Zhezhe, grabbed Zhezhe's hand, and bit it.

"Ah..." Zhezhe was in so much pain that tears came out of his eyes. He turned his head and saw that a piece of flesh on his forearm had been bitten off by someone.

The man had blood in his mouth and he smacked his lips. He chewed the raw meat with an expression of enjoyment.

"It is indeed a top-notch delicacy, with plenty of fresh and tender meat. It is delicious, delicious." It seemed that he had not eaten enough. He swallowed the meat in three or two bites and grabbed Zhezhe's hand again.

“No…” Zhezhe screamed in fear, and the other person next to him immediately stepped forward and slapped the man’s hand away: “Let go.”

Just when Zhezhe thought he was saved, the man grabbed Zhezhe's hand, bit him again, and did not forget to lick the blood off Zhezhe's arm.

Looking at the bloody and smelly tongue sweeping across his hand, Zhezhe was disgusted, but the pain in his arm left him no time to think about it.

Four people took one bite each, and only bit one of Zhezhe's hands.

How much meat can a six-year-old child have in his hand? After four people took a bite each, the whole arm was bloody and there was not a single piece of good meat.

"Snap..." After biting it, the man left Zhezhe behind, licking his lips contentedly as he walked away. Zhezhe fainted from the pain, but he vaguely heard someone say, "That's all for today. Don't go too far. If you finish eating in a few days, you won't have any good stuff like this to satisfy your hunger."

Zhezhe was trembling, his little face was frighteningly pale. He reached his intact hand into his clothes and touched the small dagger in his arms. He had made up his mind.

But before Zhezhe could carry out his plan, the two lame prisoners crawled up to him and took off his clothes in a few days.

Zhezhe wanted to resist, but how could a child's strength compare to that of an adult? Zhezhe did have some kung fu skills, but none of the six men in the cell were weak. Before Zhezhe could make a move, he was knocked unconscious by a slap from Xun Queti.

Zhezhe felt his head buzzing, and his hands and legs had no strength at all. He could only watch as the two lame men stripped off his clothes. They then found a black cloth strip from somewhere and wrapped it around Zhezhe's injured left hand.

"Tie it up a bit, don't let it bleed out, or it won't taste good."

Zhezhe was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, but he found that he was beaten so badly that he didn't even have the strength to do anything, let alone kill someone.

This place is a purgatory on earth, a place that the Ninth Prince found specifically for Zhezhe. The Ninth Prince wants Zhezhe to understand what true cruelty is and how helpless and terrified it is to be the abused party.

After all the brutal treatment he had experienced, if Zhezhe could still be so cruel, he would completely give up on this child...

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