S-level high-risk personality, you call this a pitiful thing?

Chapter 22: Dead End

It seemed that along with the sound, there was a slight vibration on the ground.

Lan Tong had a bad feeling, and she subconsciously walked quickly towards the tree her mother pointed to. The messy footsteps behind her seemed to confirm her guess.

Lan Tong quickened his pace, and the footsteps behind him became louder and more chaotic.

Along with the voices calling her name, she actually recognized the voices of the butcher and the vegetable shop owner.

It looks like those things came out of the vegetable market.

And they are following Lan Tong in groups.

Mom brought Lan Tong here on purpose and pointed out a tree in particular because she knew this was a dead end.

If Lantong wanted to run away, her mother would hit her for "wandering around".

If Lan Tong didn't run, he would be surrounded by the weirdness in the vegetable market.

It's a dead end either way.

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——Where is the boss? How do we get through this part of the vegetable market?
——There are two ways to pass this section in the recording. One is not to enter the vegetable market, but to make an appointment with your mother to wait at the entrance of the vegetable market. This is the safest way. Another way is like Lan Tong now, who has been forced into the alley with no way out. He can only climb a tree and wait for his mother to come out. His mother will come out in about half an hour.

——? ??? ??? Half an hour?

——Wait until everyone has finished eating before coming out... You can't even last half an hour
——Look at that tree. How could there be a tree with such smooth bark? It is impossible to climb it without tools.
——Are there no other rules to control this group of weirdos in the vegetable market? The rules don't say that if you come in, you will die.

——This situation is actually a loophole in the rules that the weird in the copy deliberately found. The original rules do not allow the Chosen One to leave the mother. The mother deliberately did this to abandon the Chosen One, and then use other weird hands to kill the Chosen One.

——It’s so damn shady, God bless No. 10 to survive
——It’s so funny, Sagawa Ayuto finally made the right choice, he didn’t follow him into the vegetable market
——Xiao Ri escaped a disaster because he was too timid

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Lan Tong didn't have time to think so much at the moment. The number of the things behind her seemed to be more than she thought, and the only direction in front of her was a completely blocked alley.

She could only quickly walk to the tree and think of other solutions.

Looking at the extremely smooth bark of the tree, Lan Tong couldn't hold it anymore.

These bastards must have guessed that she wanted to climb up the tree to avoid this section, so they had polished the bark to be extremely smooth in advance, like a layer of tile, without any ability to grab or absorb anything.

There was nothing around except this tree and a three-person-high concrete wall.

The footsteps behind him are getting closer.

Lan Tong only had an unopened newspaper in her hand. She couldn't do anything without the ingredients. She couldn't fold a paper airplane and take herself up.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and even in the chaos of footsteps, Lan Tong once again heard the familiar sound of knife sharpening that accompanied her all the way in the vegetable market.

In such an extremely urgent situation, Lan Tong could only give it a try.

She first quickly opened the newspaper and tried it on the bark, and found that the newspaper had no friction on the bark, and was even less than the friction of human skin on the bark.

After confirming that the newspaper was of no use in climbing the tree, Lan Tong stuffed the newspaper into his clothes and tried to reach out and climb the tree.

It seemed that in the long river of memories that she could not remember, she had climbed trees before, and the tree-climbing movements that she had no impression of even seemed somewhat skillful to her.

But she couldn't climb up at all.

When your palm is gripping a tree, there is a little friction. Once you apply force, that tiny friction will disappear immediately.

The tree is very tall, with a thick and straight trunk, like a code tree written by data that meets people's psychological standards. The skin is smooth, without any lines, and there are no rugged bends to climb.

No matter how hard Lan Tong tried, or how he exerted his strength in various ways, he would lose the grip on his hands the instant he tried to climb up.

The sound of dense footsteps behind me was close to my ears.

She was like a lone lamb surrounded by wolves, struggling helplessly in the dead end of fate.

After countless failures, Lan Tong felt more and more regretful.

I shouldn’t have followed my unlucky mother to the vegetable market!
She gritted her teeth and hammered the tree trunk twice, but with the strength of this body, she couldn't even cause the slightest damage to the bark.

Lan Tong's eyes were fixed on the bark of the tree, almost burning a hole in it.

She found that although the bark was polished very smoothly, its density was not very high, which means that the bark was only smooth and thick, and the inner trunk tissue was very sparse.

If she had a sharp weapon in her hand, she could easily insert it into the tree trunk and climb up by relying on the friction provided by the weapon.

Thinking about this.

Lan Tong suddenly looked up at the sky, her ink-black hair scattered on her shoulders. Her pretty, thin face looked even more pitiful because of her anxiety, but her eyes, like light tea-colored glass, were firm and calm, which made people's eyes bright.

She did not ask for help, nor did she cry out in regret, but instead she shouted loudly to the sky.

"Mom! Give me two knives!"

When the strange people who were surrounding them saw this scene, they couldn't help but laugh and ridicule.

"Are you scared enough to call for your mom? Hehehe...your mom is waiting in the store to watch us eat you—"

"Hahaha, she was so scared that she called for her mom. She forgot that you were brought here by your mother herself..."

"What do you know? She must be calling her own mother. Kid, ask your mother to brush her legs in. I will eat your mother's legs and maybe I will spare your life. Hahaha..."

"I want to eat her arm, so let her brush her arm for me!"

"A bunch of tasteless things! I want to eat your head, quick! Cry for me! Ask your mother to swipe her own meat in as a gift for us to eat!"

"..."

Countless mocking voices sounded like whispers in the ears of thousands of ghosts.

Even this half of the dead end seemed to be laughing along, and the lush green leaves on the tree trunks were trembling along.

Passing through this dense crowd of weirdos, my mother stood at the door of the oil and grain store, watching everything through the glass door.

When the owner of the oil and grain store heard what Lan Tong shouted, he laughed out loud in the store.

"It's really hilarious."

The owner of the oil and grain store stepped forward, patted my mother on the shoulder, and joked, "Your little Ba asked you to save her, why don't you go and save her?"

Mom licked her lips and sneered, "I'm not her mother. She must be calling out to her mother in the real world. I guess her mother will brush her own meat in for us to eat when she sees this. I haven't eaten fresh human meat for a long time. I wonder if I can get a few pieces to chew on with my fingers."

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——@DaXia Official, don't let her mother brush it! That's life-threatening! Brush two knives for her to go in!

——I watched the recording and found that these weirdos around the vegetable market like to eat human flesh, but not the flesh of the Chosen Ones. They like to eat the fresh human flesh swiped in by the Chosen Ones’ families.

(End of this chapter)