Bug Master In Doomsday

"Brother Mang, his name is Xiaomao. He is 12 years old this year. When his parents and him were fleeing, their corpses changed.

He walked over 60 miles away from Longshi alone, and he can only rely on begging in the gathering place and dig through the trash to find something to eat.

When I found him, he shrank next to a garbage dump and almost starved to death," Yao Ping frowned when he looked at Wang Mang, and quickly explained.

Hearing Yao Ping’s explanation, Wang Mang nodded his head. With such a small child, the parents have changed their corpses. It is not easy to live by himself and beg in the gathering place.

But that’s okay. After entering the organization, his food, clothing, housing and transportation are guaranteed, and his loyalty is definitely much higher than those of adults.

"In the future, orphans like Xiaomao will collect more, and it can be regarded as finding a livelihood for them," Wang Mang's eyes were soft, and he could be considered a good deed.

Wang Mang patted Xiaomao on the shoulder in front of him, and encouraged him with a smile:

"Little Mao, work hard in the future, do a good job, and still have money to get it. You can buy the clothes and snacks you want with your salary."

"Well, thank you Brother Mang, I will definitely," Xiao Mao wiped his nose hard, opened his eyes wide, full of determination.

"Is there anyone else who has a problem?" Wang Mang looked around at everyone, his sharp eyes scraped off everyone's face, as if he wanted to see their thoughts clearly.

"Brother Mang, I want to ask, now.. Quit.. Is it okay?" a fat man with freckles on his face raised his hand tremblingly, and his voice was a little trembling.

Wang Mang heard his question and gave him a sunny smile: "Of course!" "No!"

"Why! I don't want this money anymore. I just want to get back the freedom of my life. I don't want to join this evil and dirty organization. I want to quit!!!"

When the fat man with freckles heard Wang Mang’s words, the fat on his face turned red a lot. With the roar of anger, the circle of fat on his body shook twice.

Wang Mang glanced impatiently at the exhausted fat man, and asked him disdainfully: "I said no, but no! Why do you really want to quit?"

"Yes, I just want to quit. I will return the money you gave me at the beginning." The fat man seemed to panic, but his tone was still firmer than ever.

"Okay! Sure enough, he is a good man, he can give up his life for freedom, yes!" Wang Mang smiled at the fat man and praised him, and gave him a thumbs up.

"That said, Brother Mang, did you agree?" Fat Freckles was a little excited, and he would be able to regain his freedom immediately!

"Who said I agreed? I just admire your spirit of not being afraid of death, nothing more, since you are so firm, then you go to die!"

The smile on Wang Mang’s face fell for an instant, and he became a little indifferent. He snapped his fingers at the fat man.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts! .. Uh ah!!! It hurts!. Brother Mang, I was wrong! I don't want to be free, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! It hurts! It hurts really! !"

The freckled fat man with a firm face just now was lying on the ground rolling with his head in his hands.

The ears, eyes, and even the entire seven orifices faintly ooze wisps of bright red blood. The freckled fat man pulled off his hair alive, but he still didn't notice it.

Continue to cover his head, lying on the ground screaming and begging, with a cigarette, I can’t hear any screams in the backyard.

Because the fat man who pursued freedom was dead, and his death was very painful. The fat face looked very hideous.