The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"Shh..."

The hunchbacked old woman approached, and the sweet smell of rotten meat hit her face, "Good boy, it will be quick. First cut off your limbs, then dig out your heart and liver. You are so young, your meat must be very tender.

I tricked you all the way here, and the smell of your meaty aroma makes me drool!"

She licked her lips, her Adam's apple moving up and down, as if she was swallowing saliva desperately, "Quick, good boy, show your neck, grandma will cut your throat right away."

Su Yang's pupils suddenly shrank. Without waiting for the old lady's claws to fall, he swept out with a whip-like kick from the side. His knee hit the old lady's hunched ribs heavily. The sound of bones breaking and sharp screams echoed throughout the courtyard.

The old man rushed over wielding a boning knife. Su Yang picked up the woven bag that had rolled down to his feet and threw it over. The rotten flesh and organs covered the old man's face. While the other party was in a panic, he grabbed the rusty iron pipe in the corner and swept it across to hit the old man's wrist.

"Crack!"

The boning knife flew out of his hand, and the old man stumbled back, holding his deformed wrist. Su Yang took the opportunity to rush to the gate, but saw that the iron gate, which was originally half-closed, had been closed at some point, and dark red mucus was oozing out of the rusty keyhole.

He heard the sound of clothes tearing behind him. He turned around and saw that turbid blood was gushing out of the old woman's broken eye sockets, sharp canine teeth were growing back between her shriveled gums, and blue-black flesh thorns were exposed under her fingernails.

"Want to have me as dinner? No way!"

Su Yang took the lead in attacking as he spoke. The iron pipe swept across, creating a gust of wind. The old lady hurriedly leaned back to avoid it, but Su Yang used inertia to get closer and punched her in the sunken abdomen with a straight punch.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the surrounding bushes. Under the moonlight, a dozen figures slowly walked out of the abandoned house and the shadows on the wall.

Their bodies are no different from those of ordinary people, but they have bluish-gray skin, cloudy and yellow whites of their eyes, saliva always hanging from the corners of their mouths, and their exposed canine teeth are twice as long as those of normal people.

The burly man in the lead was at least two meters tall, with the skin on his neck rolled up, revealing the dark red muscle tissue underneath. In his hand was a half-piece of steel bar, with a brown blood clot on the tip.

"Fresh meat! Fresh human beings again!"

The sturdy man opened his bloody mouth and let out a low roar like a wild beast. As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up and went straight for Su Yang's throat.

Su Yang ducked and dodged, and the iron pipe swept across and hit the sturdy man's knee, but only a dull thud was heard. The opponent felt pain but did not fall down, and swept across with the steel bar in his backhand.

Su Yang retreated hurriedly, and the steel bar flew past his ear, causing a sharp pain.

Seeing this, other cannibals swarmed over. Su Yang moved nimbly among the crowd, elbowing, kneeing, and sweeping kicks, each move accurately attacking the opponent's vital points.

He kicked one man's knee and smashed it, and punched another man's eye socket, but found that these weirdos not only did not retreat after being injured, but became even crazier.

A woman hugged him from behind, biting his neck with her sharp fangs. Su Yang leaned back suddenly, and the back of his head hit the other person's nose heavily, and blood splattered everywhere.

The smell of blood filled the air, stimulating the cannibals to become more and more crazy. They cooperated more and more tacitly, some attracted attention from the front, some attacked from the side, and some waited for an opportunity to attack from behind.

Su Yang gradually felt exhausted. His arms and back were scratched with bloody marks, and he felt a burning pain in the wounds. He kicked over the wooden stool beside him, picked up the broken stool leg, and stabbed the tip of the stool into the throat of the cannibal who rushed in front.

In the melee, Su Yang caught a glimpse of the old gasoline barrels piled up in the corner of the yard, and something occurred to him. He feinted to force the cannibals in front of him to retreat, rushed to the gasoline barrel, kicked it over, and the pungent gasoline immediately spread on the ground.

The cannibals seemed to sense something was wrong and quickened the pace of their attack, but Su Yang did not retreat but advanced instead, sweeping across with the legs of a stool to force everyone back, while at the same time taking out a windproof lighter from his jeans pocket.

"Look, I'll turn all of you into roasted pigs!"

The blue flames instantly swept across the ground, and the cannibals screamed miserably. However, the fire did not disperse the enemies as he expected, and several cannibals with charred skin actually rushed over in the flames.

Su Yang held the burning stool leg and waved it continuously, trying to tear a hole between the fire wall and the crowd.

However, more cannibals jumped in from outside the wall, some holding rusty sickles, some holding sharpened iron rods, and the fishy smell enveloped him like a substance.

Don't ask why Su Yang didn't use magic, the answer is that these guys don't follow martial ethics. Su Yang is a mediocre person and slow at forming seals, so it's better to just fight like this.

The sturdy man with blisters all over his face rushed towards him again. Su Yang dodged the sweep of the steel bars by moving sideways, but his legs were hugged by the woman who rushed from the side.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground with a bang. The back of his head hit the gravel road hard and countless golden stars exploded in front of his eyes.

Three or four cannibals took the opportunity to press forward, digging their nails deep into his shoulders and almost poking his neck with their smelly fangs.

"Fuck! Get out of here--!"

Su Yang suddenly raised his leg and slammed his knee into the nearest man's jaw, taking advantage of the moment when the other party relaxed to roll out of the encirclement.

He staggered against the mottled courtyard wall, his arms and thighs covered with crisscrossing scratches, blood oozing from the wounds.

The iron pipe had slipped out of his hand at some point, leaving only half of a charred stool leg in his hand. The cannibals approached slowly in a semicircle, growling like hungry beasts.

"This kid is tough enough!" The sturdy man waved a steel bar to wipe the blood off his face, his cloudy eyes circling around Su Yang, "His skills are more agile than those policemen last month, and the smell of meat is so tempting..."

He suddenly turned to look at the hunchbacked old woman, and gurgled excitedly, "How about giving it to the master? Maybe I can exchange it for a few immortality pills!"

The cannibals suddenly became agitated, their greedy eyes moving from Su Yang's neck to his arms, as if they were estimating how much fresh meat they could cut off. "Good idea!"

The old woman's missing eye socket glowed with a strange red light. "The offerings we brought last time were as soft as mud. This time, I'm sure we can please the master!"

A cold wind suddenly blew in from the broken window in the corner, carrying with it a pungent, sweet smell.

Su Yang instinctively held his breath, but saw gray-green smoke rising from all directions, and fine powder penetrated into his nasal cavity like spider silk. He coughed violently and stepped back, and the stool leg in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Don't let this kid get away!"

The sturdy man roared and raised the steel bar. The cannibals rushed over like a tide. Su Yang tried to raise his legs and run, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. His knees softened and he fell to the ground.

In an instant, countless hands pressed down on his shoulders and arms, and ropes stained with rotten flesh residues tied Su Yang tightly.

It was unknown how long it had been, but when Su Yang's consciousness struggled to emerge from the sticky darkness, the smell of rust mixed with the fishy smell of rotten meat pierced his nostrils like hooks.

His eyelashes trembled and his eyelids felt heavy as if they were weighed down by lead blocks. Dimly, he saw a spider web hanging from the beam above his head. Dark red blood beads condensed on each silk thread, swaying slightly in the draft.

A severe headache suddenly exploded, and he instinctively wanted to raise his hand to press it, but he heard a crisp metal collision sound. His wrists were restrained by cold iron chains, and his ankles also felt the same shackles.