The sky was already dark, and night fell on the land, but Mutt still couldn't find the trace of Major General Troll. This ruin is really too big, there are broken bricks and tiles and abandoned metal columns everywhere, and the reinforced concrete is severely corroded, spotted, and dilapidated.
But what makes people feel extremely weird is that the ruins are full of steel scraps, or hard rocks made of unknown things. It stands to reason that it should have been abandoned for a long time. According to the exuberant vitality of the plants on this planet, the place should have been overgrown with weeds and shrubs. But there is no greenness in this ruin, as if there is an invisible force repelling the plants, even the nearest alloy wall outside has no trace of moss, and the weeds that are said to be the most tenacious of vitality are also Failed to break through the invisible barrier that surrounded the ruins. As for the various monsters living in the forest, there is no trace of them.
The ruins were as silent as if they were repelling any living creatures from entering.
The place is empty, and at this moment only the breathing of the boy himself can be heard.
The young man walked forward step by step, but he didn't notice that there was a dark figure sneaking towards him behind him under the cover of night.
The black shadow was getting closer and closer to him, approaching him silently, but he didn't know anything about it.
Suddenly, the thick clouds above the night sky dissipated, and the starlight suddenly brightened. Mutt saw his own shadow under the faint starlight, and also saw another strange shadow behind him.
The sound of the wind came from behind, almost instinctively, Mutt jumped forward and rolled, and an extremely thick stick whizzed past where his head was just now.
A young boy who was rolling forward rolled over and sat up. He squatted on the ground and before he had time to stand up, he raised his right hand holding the dagger and placed it in front of him.
The one who attacked him was a stout man, holding a thick metal rod tightly in his hand, his eyes stared at him in the darkness with a greedy and murderous light.
Mute stood up slowly, clenched the dagger in his hand, and confronted the burly man.
He pursed his lips and tried his best not to show any timidity on his expressionless face. Fortunately, it was dark now, and his expression was not very clear in the night.
He didn't open his mouth to speak. If the man he met at the beginning was telling the truth, then the burly man in front of him might also be one of the criminals exiled to this planet. If he asks now, it will reveal his feelings Nothing is known here. So he can only learn from the former major general with a straight face, pretending to be so cold that people can't see the seriousness.
The young man's calm demeanor made the man who attacked him hesitate for a moment, but seeing the dagger gleaming in the young man's hand, a trace of greed flashed in the strong man's eyes.
He looked at the young man carefully again with the little starlight, the starlight was weak and he couldn't see clearly, but he could see that the young man's figure, which was quite thin compared to him, especially the slender neck, looked more and more slender under the starlight. It looked white, tender and smooth, and when he looked at it, he felt that he could twist it off with a little force.
The man's eyes showed a bit of surprise. The reason why he was sentenced to death and then exiled to this planet was because he tortured and killed several minors—and now that the birth rate is decreasing year by year, the empire's treatment of minors Protection is extremely powerful.
He couldn't figure out why this young child, who looked like a minor at first glance, would be exiled to this planet with only heinous criminals, but he couldn't restrain his excitement.
He likes the wailing of those immature children under his hands, and the way those young faces are distorted by pain—now, he has a chance to brutally kill the young child in front of him, staring at the boy in front of him, his whole body They're all over the top.
Mutt frowned. The strange eyes of this stout man staring at him made the hairs on his back stand on end, and he had an inexplicable feeling of nausea.
Just as he was thinking, the man hit him with a heavy stick, and he jumped back instinctively, dodging the blow.
The stick slammed heavily on the ground where he was standing, and made a hole in the ground. Before Mutter could react, the stick roared sideways again. He raised his hand to block it with the dagger in his hand, but the dagger Sharp, the stick was too thick, and it was already slammed on Mute after being cut open by the dagger.
Mutt was hit by the stick so that he flew out and hit a wall next to him heavily. He felt severe pain from his right arm. He even wondered if his right arm was broken. Even the dagger held in his right hand fell to the ground with a snap, which was some distance away from him.
He sat at the foot of the broken wall, clutching his right arm, shrinking his body, looking up at the man with a look of fear on his face.
As the man took a step closer, his expression became more and more flustered. He huddled in the corner, looking helpless and pitiful.
And the expression of panic and fear on that immature face obviously pleased the man, and he became more and more excited, and the pleasure of bullying the weak that he hadn't felt for a long time made him grin happily.
He looked at the little lamb who was huddled in the corner and could only be bullied, and licked the corner of his lips.
Break the hands first, then the feet.
Little by little.
On this damn dangerous planet, he has been hiding in fear all day long, and now he can finally find someone weaker than him to let him vent his anger!
As he thought about it, he slammed down the stick again.
He thought excitedly that he would soon hear the wail of pain—
With a bang, the stick hit the broken wall.
The trembling boy crouching under the corner turned his side at the last moment, dodging the blow.
He looked up, and a bright light suddenly flashed across his dark pupils under the starlight.
He was short, just like the man who died in the carnivorous flower had done to him not long ago, the whole body shrunk down and crashed straight into the arms of this tall man.
Stretching out his right hand, the dagger that fell on the ground not far away buzzed and flew back into his hand.
In the next second, the sharp blade unceremoniously pierced into the man's stomach.
The man let out an astonishing scream and fell to the ground.
Unfortunately, when he fell backwards, he hit his head heavily on a protruding metal stump, rolled his eyes and passed out.
Mute: "..."
He was going to rush over and make up for it again.
Panting for breath, he walked to the unconscious man. As soon as his extremely tense body relaxed, he felt a slight spasm in the muscles in his arms.
His mind was still a little dizzy. At that time, he only felt that he was going to be killed, so when he stabbed the man with a knife, his mind was still blank. He didn't think about anything, and he didn't have time to think about anything. He just thought that he couldn't be killed. , just thinking about having to live.
Now that he came back to his senses, he realized what he had just done. Looking at the blood on his right hand, his breathing became more and more rapid.
Mute panted for a while, walked slowly to the unconscious man, and half-knelt down.
He pressed the ground with one hand, and slowly raised the dagger with his right hand, aiming the knife at the man's throat.
He maintained this posture for a long time.
The young man knelt beside the man motionless, his eyes struggled fiercely, his lips were almost pursed into a straight line, and his knuckles clenched tightly to the point of turning white.
The silence was extreme, only the sound of the night wind howling above the ruins could be heard.
The boy closed his eyes, let out a sigh of relief and opened them again, his fingers clenched tightly on the dagger loosened a little, and he lifted it up. He propped his left hand on the ground, exerted strength on his calf, and prepared to stand up.
However, just as he was about to remove the dagger hanging above the man's throat, a hand suddenly stretched out in the dark night and grabbed his right hand holding the dagger.
The hand gripped his hand violently—
The sharp dagger plunged down and pierced fiercely into the throat of the unconscious man.
The scalding hot blood that splashed out stained the face of the young man whose pupils were forcefully contracted.
Major General Troll, who did not know when to appear from the darkness, leaned over and knelt on one side.
The moment Mutt was about to stop, he grabbed Mutt's hand and stabbed the man's throat with the dagger in Mutt's hand.
Things happened so fast that Mutt couldn't react at all.
He stared blankly at the blood gushing out of his throat, and at his red-stained fingers, his breathing paused for an instant.
After a while, the boy turned his head and looked at Troll blankly.
All the fingers of Troll's hand holding Mutt were dyed bright red, and a few drops of blood spattered on his pitch-black hair.
In the dark night, the dark blue pupils at this moment were like black holes burned to ashes, so cold that they sucked up all the light.
The ferocious aura exuding from him made people shudder.
The cold, emotionless eyes he stared at the man resembled the ferocity of those terrifying monsters in the jungle.
No, maybe at this moment, he is no different from those bloodthirsty monsters in the jungle.
Troll turned his head and looked at Mutter with horribly cold eyes.
He released his left hand holding Mutt's hand, and his eyes fell on Mutt's right arm, where the sleeve was torn open, revealing the deep purple marks on the arm where the stick hit.
A hand splattered with blood stretched out, and his fingertips lightly touched Mutt's arm.
However, the moment his fingertips touched, the muscles in that arm suddenly contracted forcefully.
The young man who was still watching him in a daze suddenly shrank his arms and shook off his hand.
The sharp dagger shone brightly, turned into a bracelet again and put it on Mutt's wrist, still dripping with blood.
The thick clouds dissipated, starlight filled the earth, and the uncorroded metal pillars refracted the light, reflecting on the faces of the two people who were looking at each other.
"You're scared?"
Troll asked, looking at Mutt.
Mutt and Troll looked at each other, and then looked away. He didn't speak, but stood up and walked outside.
He walked a few steps, walked to an abandoned step ahead, and sat down.
He sat there, looking ahead with eyes as dark as the night, his left hand lightly fiddled with the metal bracelet on his right hand, the hot feeling of the blood sprayed from the man's throat not long ago was still very clear .
Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head slightly, his loose black hair covered the boy's eyes, only his tight lips could be seen.
A pair of arms stretched out from behind.
The man hugged him from behind, resting his forehead on his shoulder.
He could clearly feel the silky black hair brushing against his neck.
"… do not be afraid."
He heard the man's low sigh coming from behind him.
The man said,
"Don't be afraid of me."