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Helian Ziyu's already pale face suddenly became even uglier.

He had finally come this far, how could he fail here?

Helian Ziyu was constantly thinking about ways to leave here, and he didn't have time to bother with Yi Mobao anymore.

Seeing that Helian Ziyu remained silent, Yi Mobao felt bored and moved his wrists that were tied with ropes.

"Why would you scare him? You didn't intend to just sit there and wait for death."

A hoarse and dry voice suddenly entered Yi Mobao's ears. She immediately looked towards the person who spoke, and saw a ragged man with dishevelled hair and a dirty face standing not far away.

The man looked like he hadn't taken a bath for a long time, and there was a thick layer of dust on his face, neck and body.

As if he sensed Yi Mobao's gaze, the man raised his head. He had a thin face with unshaven beard, and his skin had a sallow color due to long-term malnutrition.

However, in stark contrast to the man's embarrassed appearance, the man's eyes were exceptionally bright, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, and his handsome eyebrows could be vaguely seen.

It is difficult for Yi Mobao to describe the feeling when he saw this man for the first time.

It is said that appearance reflects the heart. The man in front of me is the kind of person who makes people feel that he is upright and honest at first glance.

"Uncle, are you also a two-legged sheep?" Yi Mobao asked.

The man smiled and said, "Boy, do you know what a two-legged sheep is?"

"It's you and me, and people like him." Yi Mobao gestured to Helian Ziyu who was not far away: "In times of famine, people like us who are unwilling to kill each other, or who are unable to resist, will be treated like two-legged sheep by our own kind."

"You know a lot. Boy, aren't you afraid? This big pot has been boiling for a long time, and soon it will become our grave."

Helian Ziyu on the side did not say a word, but his body was already shaking with fear.

"If they are afraid, will they let me go?" Yi Mobao smiled with ease, "Uncle, you are an adult and you know more than me. You know very well that these people will not let us go. Since begging for mercy doesn't work, we have to think of other ways to get out."

The man moved closer to where Yi Mobao was and asked, "Do you have a way to get out?"

"There is a way, but I don't know whether it will succeed." Yi Mobao said in a low voice.

"Brother Mo, what do you want to do?" Helian Ziyu asked.

"We're all going to die anyway, so why don't we just hold hands and jump into the pot together?" Yi Mobao deliberately said loudly, smiling at Helian Ziyu in a fake way, "How about it, are you interested?"

Helian Ziyu's face suddenly turned pale, as if he was frightened, and he stammered for a long time without being able to utter a word.

Yi Mobao sneered disdainfully, turned around and stopped looking at Helian Ziyu, and looked at the villagers: "I've figured it out, we're all going to die anyway, so it's better to die with dignity. I'm willing to die on my own!"

Helian Ziyu looked at Yi Mobao's back and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Helian Ziyu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yi Mobao's back, his mouth moving slightly.

"I know what you mean. Am I not observing the situation?"

"Don't keep pushing me. I only have this one chance. I must be careful."

"I understand. If Yimobao really meets my requirements, I will definitely not let it go..."

Among the villagers, an old man in a tattered robe looked at Yi Mobao and smiled coldly: "They can't escape anyway, so let this two-legged sheep go to the pot by itself."

As soon as these words were spoken, the villagers who were originally ready to make some moves calmed down.

Yi Mobao took this scene in and walked step by step to the big pot.

The cauldron was as high as his chest, with a blazing fire underneath and the water inside boiling.

Feeling the hot breath coming, a drop of cold sweat slid down Yi Mobao's forehead.

Just when everyone's attention was on Yi Mobao, waiting for him to jump into the cauldron on his own initiative, Yi Mobao, whose hands were tied behind his back, suddenly broke free from his restraints.

He had already wrapped the hemp rope around his hands when no one else noticed. Yi Mobao gritted his teeth and pushed the big pot with both hands.

A burning sensation spread through his hands; Yi Mobao could even smell his own burnt flesh. He forcefully overturned the cauldron filled with boiling water.

When he attacked, Yi Mobao made sure of the direction, aiming at the villagers and the old man!

In an instant, boiling hot water splashed out, splashing all over the villagers, who screamed in pain from the burns.

"Run!" Yi Mobao didn't care about his red hands. He yelled in the direction of the man and Helian Ziyu and rushed out.

The man then realized that everything Yi Mobao had just done was just a trick, and he quickly rushed out with Yi Mobao.

"He actually deceived all of us...!" Helian Ziyu looked at Yi Mobao's quickly departing back, a momentary shock flashed in his eyes, then he gritted his teeth and rushed out.

"Village chief, your legs are burned!" A villager helped the old man up and looked at his red calves.

The village chief was sweating profusely from the pain: "Don't worry about me! Go, chase those three two-legged sheep! If we let them run away, we will starve to death!"

After hearing this, the extremely hungry villagers rushed out and chased after Yi Mobao and the others.

The village chief sat down on a stone beside him, watching the people leaving with a ferocious smile on his face: "Haha, run, run as much as you can. You can't escape anyway, and it will all be in vain in the end anyway."

Yi Mobao rushed forward with all his strength. When he passed a small house, he saw two children around seven or eight years old suddenly rushing out of the house.

The two children were so hungry that their bones were visible on the skin. Their hair was dry and yellow, and their cheeks were sunken.

But they all held machetes in their hands, with ferocious looks on their faces, and chopped towards Yi Mobao's neck with the rusty blades in their hands.

Yi Mobao forced himself to stop, bent down, and watched the two knives sweep past him.

“We can’t let them run away. Only, only by eating them can we survive!” After the thin girl chopped with the knife, it was as if all the strength in her body was drained. Her body softened and she fell to the ground.

The remaining boy refused to give in, and even though he was staggering, he still slashed at Yi Mobao twice in succession.