They knew?
Ngo Hao fell completely silent, saying nothing. The people living here might really know what they were eating. It was just that everyone had a tacit understanding to pretend not to know.
"Do you understand now?" Truong Truong Thuy said coldly. "Do you think your actions are saving others?"
Hearing these words, Ngo Hao slowly said, "But what I said is all true. There's clearly a better life to be had. Why must you choose to live like this?"
Although he had never been to the Hoang City Sunshine Shelter.
He believed that place was the place all survivors wanted to go to the most.
Truong Truong Thuy grabbed Ngo Hao's face, "It doesn't matter if what you said is true or false anymore. Your tender skin and soft flesh should taste delicious when made into sausage."
Ngo Hao's expression was grim. He really didn't expect to fall into a den of cannibals.
Before, he had only thought that the person in charge of this shelter was deceiving everyone. At that time, he really didn't think that everyone actually knew in their hearts, but no one wanted to say it.
"Have you all really gone crazy from eating people? Are you really willing to live like this forever? In this apocalypse, we should be united, not thinking about killing each other," Ngo Hao made his last struggle, but in Truong Truong Thuy's eyes, his struggle was so ridiculous.
At this moment, the two brothers who specialized in making sausages arrived.
Truong Truong Thuy pointed at Ngo Hao and said, "This is fresh ingredients. Make it well for me. Shave off all the hair and fingernails. If there's any more dirty stuff, I'll have you both made."
The sausage brothers trembled upon hearing these words and nodded their small heads frantically, indicating they understood.
They weren't afraid of anyone else, only Truong Truong Thuy.
This was a truly ruthless person.
"We know," the sausage brothers nodded frantically. They had previously discussed that if anyone said they didn't do it cleanly, they would let them do it themselves; the two brothers wouldn't serve them. Now, being reprimanded by Truong Truong Thuy in person, how could they dare to resist? Their demeanor was as docile as could be, without any other thoughts.
Truong Truong Thuy glanced at Ngo Hao, then turned and left.
Until he left, the sausage brothers suddenly let out a sigh of relief.
"Brother, he's so mean. I'm so scared he'll turn us into sausages."
The younger sausage brother who spoke had a very mellow face, not tall, short and chubby, looking very simple and honest. But in the art of making sausages, he was still very good.
"Let him talk. What does it have to do with us? If he really pushes me, I really won't make sausages. What can he do to me?"
"Brother, don't talk nonsense, or you'll be made into a sausage."
Perhaps the younger sausage brother's words had some truth to them. The older sausage brother turned and left.
"Brother, where are you going?"
"To find a hair clipper, to shave his head."
"Oh." His heart was unwilling, but his body was still honest.
The tied-up Ngo Hao was really anxious. He thought of that woman. Why didn't she believe what he said? She was a person with a child. Why would she let her child live such a life?
The reason that woman was able to survive with her child was due to her husband's great contribution. Because when they lacked food, she dismembered her husband into eight pieces, marinated the flesh and blood with salt, and finally made it to now.
Otherwise, she would have died long ago.
A figure appeared in the darkness, standing on the high slope, looking from afar at the shelter in the desolate place.
If a light were to shine on this figure, one would find that this figure was actually a zombie, but different from other zombies.
Other ordinary zombies looked like irrational mad dogs.
But this zombie was shirtless, its whole body covered in explosive muscles, filled with unimaginable power.
"Groan..."
Seeing the shelter in the distance, it let out a low roar, then headed towards the shelter.
On the shelter's fence, someone was on patrol and vaguely saw a figure walking towards them.
"There's movement. I don't know if it's a person or a zombie."
"A single figure. It doesn't matter if it's a person or a zombie. Let me use my control ability to check. With this physique, even if it's a zombie, it's just an ordinary one, not worth mentioning."
After speaking, he used his control ability, intending to control the zombie. He had done similar things in the past. When a zombie appeared, he would control it, make it let out a gloomy "groan" sound, and then lead the other zombies away.
All along, the shelter had not been harmed by zombies, and his ability had played a great role.
"Huh, there's no reaction at all. It seems this guy is not a zombie," the patrol member with the control ability said.
Another patrol member continued, "Recently, our shelter has been doing pretty well. It's actually..."
He hadn't finished speaking when his eyes widened. He raised his hand and pointed at the other person, "You, you..."
The patrol member with the control ability was very confused, not knowing what was wrong with the other person. He was fine one moment, and then he looked like he had seen a ghost. But soon, he felt a chill behind him, as if he was being targeted by some terrifying existence.
He thought about slowly turning his head.
But just as he wanted to turn his head.
Splat!
The sound of flesh and blood being torn.
The zombie grabbed his head with one hand and pressed his shoulder with the other, taking a bite at his neck.
Watching his companion being torn apart, the other patrol member let out a terrified scream.
"Zombies are coming, zombies are coming!"
Splat!
He looked down at his abdomen. A hand had pierced through his stomach. He stiffly turned his head, only to see that the zombie that had pierced his body was actually showing a ferocious smile.
At this moment, Truong Truong Thuy frowned. A sense of unease rushed to his head.
"Why am I suddenly so flustered?" Truong Truong Thuy was very sensitive to this feeling. The shelter he had established seemed peaceful and friendly, but in reality, under his control, the cruelty of human nature had been thoroughly displayed.
He enjoyed this sense of control very much.
He knew about the Sunshine Shelter that Ngo Hao had mentioned. It was indeed a safe place, but he didn't like being controlled by others. He liked to do whatever he wanted.
The survivors living here, he provided them with sausage. The ones they ate were the people beside them, but he, Truong Truong Thuy, would definitely not eat these things.
Suddenly.
It was very chaotic outside.
"Ah... help, there's a zombie."
Truong Truong Thuy heard the tragic screams, and his expression suddenly changed. He rushed outside at high speed. Dammit, how did a zombie get in?
The patrol personnel probably had Awakeners, and their ability was to control zombies. When an ordinary zombie appeared, they would control it to leave. As long as a zombie made a "groan" sound, it would form a chain reaction, leading the other zombies away.
He grabbed his sword and went outside.
It was already a mess.
The survivors who had turned into zombies were chasing the living like mad dogs.
Even his secretary had turned into a zombie at this moment.
"Damn it!"
Truong Truong Thuy was furious. Facing a rushing zombie, he directly kicked it. With a thud, the zombie was kicked away. As a strength Awakener, dealing with ordinary zombies was naturally no problem.
More zombies rushed over. He swung his sword, cutting down one zombie after another.
"Dammit, you dare to destroy my territory? I see you zombies simply don't know how to live or die."
He kept swinging his sword, his eyes already red with killing intent.
Soon.
He saw that mysterious zombie. The zombie tilted its head, staring at Truong Truong Thuy, and grinned, as if smiling.
Truong Truong Thuy didn't see anything different about it, just treated it as an ordinary zombie, raised his sword and pointed angrily at it.
"What are you looking at? I'll cut off your head right now and use it as a soccer ball."
After speaking, he furiously rushed towards the mysterious zombie.
He arrived in front of it and swung his sword.
Swoosh!
The mysterious zombie's five fingers came together, forming a hand blade, and swung it as fast as lightning.