Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Yu Zhao then casually tossed a storage bag to Hua Ranli and said with a smile, "Anyone who sees it gets a share."

The spoils must be divided evenly.

Hua Ranli didn't act pretentiously and quietly put it away, which was considered as joining the gang. She said that she would not leak it out, otherwise the girl in green skirt would probably pour corpse-dissolving water on her.

Yu Zhaozai carefully counted the items inside, checking to see if there was anything with the original owner's family crest or family emblem. Otherwise, if he killed the younger one, he would find the older one, and after that, the old bones would pop out of the coffin lid.

There are endless descendants.

Very uneconomical.

There was a faint tremor of breathing, and there seemed to be a breath of life in the corner of the storage bag. Yu Zhao's expression was stern.

Generally speaking, living things cannot be placed in storage bags. If you put a person in a confined space, they may suffocate to death. Only dead objects can be placed in them.

Following the movement, she took out a blood-red bag with a knot in it. As soon as she took it out, blood dripped onto the ground and mixed with the soil to form a blood-red mud.

It's difficult to fit a baby in a small bag.

But the faint breath is always there.

Yu Zhao untied the sack and saw only pieces of meat mixed with bloody fragments. The liver, heart, and small intestine were scattered around. Fat maggots were crawling everywhere, and a few of them fell out along the edge.

The stench of rotting corpses continued to emanate, almost filling the entire alley.

Hua Ranli couldn't help but ran to the side and vomited, "What...what on earth is this?"

After a while, the bag squirmed slightly twice, and the things inside slowly crawled out, trying to get out, but ultimately failed.

A dirty eyeball rolled out, gray, but a little color could be vaguely seen.

His eyes "looked" at the girl directly above him, and a faint, muffled voice came from the blood bag. The other two couldn't understand it, only feeling that the tone was a little strange, more like the dying livestock, lingering on, rather than speaking.

But Yu Zhao heard it clearly and understood it. It was the language of the demons.

"Little... clownfish."

In an instant, Yu Zhao felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. A chill swept through her heart, and her eyes suddenly became moist. She fell exhausted in a pool of blood.

Because... there is only one person who can call her like this.

The man in the bag paused for a long moment, his voice trembling and anxious.

"Don't cry, I'm not your little monster."

"My name is..." He paused briefly, "Sorry, I don't have a name, if that's okay."

"You can call me Nineteen."

Yu Zhao trembled all over, stood there in a daze, stammering and not saying a word.

But then the creature in the bag continued, "He and I were created at the same time by the blood of the demon god. We share the same memories."

Born together but with different fates.

There is no clownfish in his life that will call him home for dinner.

However, the child called Little Monster seemed to have no memory of their pain and despair.

After the devil's eggs in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons hatched, there were hundreds of devil sharks. Before he was born, there were eighteen devil sharks in front of him.

When the first one was born, it could not withstand the power of the demon's blood and exploded and died. Soon a second one was born. It had no head and could not see the road. Its fish tail fell on the broken flesh and blood on the ground.

A cold sword flashed, and he was cut in half by someone beside him.

"Scum! Another drop of blood wasted."

Soon the third one was born.

Fourth, fifth...

A group of incomplete monsters were created. They had no mind, no thoughts, and were like zombies. They could only be controlled by people to join the battlefield and be crushed into meat paste.

He is a relatively complete mermaid. He was the first healthy monster when he was born, and he was preserved.

Gradually, another group of people appeared in the dark cave. They would hold cold blades, cut off their eyes and fish tails, and put the bloody stumps into bags.

Countless azure eyeballs looked like mined ore, but they were just gouged out.

It was okay when digging out the eyes, but it was a bit painful when chopping off the fish tail. The fish tail of the demon shark is connected to the spine, so the pain will be magnified countless times, and screams will come one after another.

But he won't scream, not because he can't help it.

But if you scream too loudly, your tongue will be twisted off and you will be stabbed again. They hate to hear screams.

They would say, "Cut it as you like, the eyes and tail are their most valuable items."

"What a disgusting monster! Its eyes and tail can still move even after being cut off."

"Tsk, you cut it."

"This thing's noise is too unpleasant. Remember to twist your tongue first, don't disturb my nap."

Every time he saw other mermaids being dragged out of their iron cages like livestock, placed on iron plates and tied up, and having useful parts cut off piece by piece, he remained unmoved.

They are more like livestock than goods and tools, so others don't call them by their names. After all, who cares what an animal is called?

With the blood of the demon god, they have strong recovery ability. It will be very painful at first, as if the heart and bones are being torn apart, and they will roll on the ground in pain, but he adapted quickly and did not die on the cold iron plate like other demon sharks.

Sometimes he would chop off the fish's tail first, and he could still see the bloody tail with his own eyes.

This time the fishtail is even more beautiful than last time.

He is very powerful and can always be thrown back into the cage with a breath left in him.

"This bastard is really tough. He has lived for more than a hundred years."

"It's good to be lucky. It allows us to earn more."

Only when people come will a little light appear in the cave.

The corpse in the iron cage emitted a foul stench, flies were flying around, maggots were attached to the flesh and blood, and even rats were gnawing at his neck and face. Nineteen ignored it numbly, and there was no light in his deep blue eyes.

I don’t know when it started.

His eyes were a little dazed and he blinked blankly. Had his eyes been gouged out so many times that he could no longer see?

never mind.

He would die sooner or later anyway, and he was tired of such a life and had no desire to live.

The chains around their necks made them ineligible to even die. Their lives did not belong to themselves, but to others.

What's the harm in going out? Life can't get any worse anyway.

The life of the mermaids is immersed in killing and blood, and they can only live in the dark. They are the product of the blood of the devil, and are extremely cruel and violent, with no place to stay.

The tiny points of light gathered in front of his eyes and turned into a blurry figure. He saw a pair of beautiful eyes, like collected sunlight.

She walked towards him with a dirty face.

"Little monster, get up and eat!"

An ugly little girl lifted his quilt and roughly dragged him to the ground by his tail. Nineteen blinked dully and ignored her.

Is it a dream?

strangeness.

Demons don't have dreams.

Later he found that he could do nothing and could only watch. Nineteen was very confused. Was this the memory of other mermaids?

But where was this place? It was completely different from where he was. Could there be a captured Masama in the world?

He doesn't know anything.

He could only see the ugly little girl taking him to catch mice, pick mushrooms, hold an umbrella for him, snatch his quilt, and secretly collect his tears and put them in a small box under the bed.

Gradually, Nineteen began to look forward to this dream. It was the only memory he could think of when his fish tail was cut off.

It should be considered a fantasy.