Star Iron, but the amount of animation

The boy was facing a small table with the bed behind him. He paused for a moment, then bent down again, but this time he overlapped his bodies. His eyes passed through his legs and met the trembling eyes in the darkness under the bed.

"Got you."

He whispered.

"—!"

There was an obvious sound of inhaling, and the creature below, whose species was still unclear, seemed to be frightened and stared at him motionlessly with its eyes wide open.

The two humanoid creatures stared at each other for a long time.

Finally, when An Jing had some back pain, the frightened man opposite him seemed to come to his senses. He didn't dare to look at him again, closed his eyes and began to sob.

Judging from the noise...it sounds a bit like a female.

The boy, who had always been a very sexist person, suddenly became a lot more patient.

"Can you speak human language?"

He asked gently.

The sobbing on the other end paused for a moment, then she hummed softly, and then continued crying.

You're quite a showman.

The boy was happy.

"Can you come out first and cry later?"

Judging from the way the eyes were shaking left and right, the creature inside should be shaking its head.

"If you don't come out I'll flip the bed over and kill you."

An Jing spoke very kindly.

The creature inside was stunned at first, probably stunned, and then immediately nodded in horror, while using its hands and feet to crawl out.

He stepped back slightly to make room.

The creature hiding under the bed crawled out, and in the light coming through the gaps between the wooden boards and some holes in the wall, a human girl with disheveled hair and pale skin, who looked like a ghost in traditional horror movies, took shape.

She knelt on the ground, leaning against the end of the bed somewhat timidly, with her left hand behind her back, not daring to look up.

An Jing moved his nose slightly and sniffed.

She smelled strongly of blood.

"Aborigines?"

He half-knelt down, put his left arm on his knee, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Um......"

What she spoke was not the language of the Xianzhou Alliance, but An Jing could understand it, thanks to the invention of those people in the Genius Club.

"How long have the people of abundance been here?"

He got straight to the point.

"...The people of abundance?"

The little girl repeated the word, seeming a little confused.

"Those monsters who burned, killed, and looted."

"...I don't know...I don't know...how long it has been..."

She lowered her head and shook her head in a daze. She was obviously not in a good mental state and her words were intermittent.

"Oh, poor baby."

An Jing shook his head and simply sat down cross-legged.

"are you hungry?"

When she heard this question, her lifeless eyes seemed to change, but not actively, but evasively.

"I'm not hungry... I'm not hungry..."

At the same time, she curled up her body and hid her left hand deeper behind her back.

"You're not really hungry, but I'm pretending not to be hungry. I feel like you're almost half dead."

He held his face and looked at the girl in front of him absent-mindedly.

"Not hungry... I'm not hungry..."

She was already whispering almost self-hypnotically.

"alright."

The boy didn't force it. He looked away from her face and scanned the attic: "Are you the only survivor?"

"Um......"

"How pitiful. How did he survive? I remember that being merciful is strictly prohibited among the people of Fengrao."

"......Mother......"

The girl lowered her eyes with a painful expression.

She paused, as if recalling something, and her already swollen eyes began to turn red again: "Mom... lied to... him... I hid on the third floor... and was not found..."

"Where's Dad?"

"Dad...was eaten...in the street..."

"Um......"

A rough outline of a story appeared in An Jing's mind.

The little girl knew that her father died on the street, which meant that she either saw it with her own eyes or was told by her family. If her father had not escaped faster than the others, he must have died to protect his family.

Then her mother deceived the people of Fengzao who came up to search... Well, this cannot be confirmed at the moment, but what is certain is that her mother did suffer a lot, and her mother should have been the protagonist when the tragedy on the second floor happened.

Look at that bed... I guess it wasn't just eating, otherwise a normal human wouldn't be able to last that long, and there wouldn't be such an exaggerated distribution of blood.

"Have you been staying in this room since then?"

An Jing looked around but couldn't find anything to eat.

"Um......"

The girl answered.

According to what she said before, she couldn't remember the time, which means that the time was probably not short, so she couldn't remember it. Then what did she rely on to survive during these days?

"How do you keep yourself full?"

This question made the girl tremble uncontrollably. She opened her mouth tremblingly, but could only utter a few dry sounds and could not form any complete words.

Ok.

An Jing had a rough idea in his mind.

He probably understood why there was no minced meat on the streets.

He patted the girl's shoulder, scaring her, and comforted her: "It's okay, it's just eating a few pieces of human flesh, it's a small matter, it's an emergency to avoid danger, it's not against the law."

The girl was just stunned and didn't answer.

She suddenly retched a few times, vomiting out a pool of turbid blood mixed with a few pieces of meat that had not been fully digested. The boy could even see the finger bones in those pieces of meat.

The girl hurriedly grabbed them with her right hand and stuffed them into her mouth, swallowing and spitting them out at the same time. Tears accumulated in the corners of her eyes, and she didn't know whether it was because of physical discomfort or mental discomfort.

Anyway, the teenagers who watched it felt physically uncomfortable.

"Okay, just vomit, don't disgust yourself."

Only after An Jing spoke did the girl stop vomiting violently. She looked at the pieces of meat in a daze, with saliva mixed with gastric juice flowing from the corners of her mouth.

He looked at the pieces of meat on the ground and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why is it so fresh?

At least it shouldn't be as fresh as the leftover meat on the street. His eyes moved to the girl's left hand that had been hidden behind her back, and his brows frowned for the first time.

"What good thing is that in your hand that you hide so tightly? Stretch it out and take a look. I won't steal it from you."

This was the second time the girl showed obvious resistance. Even when the boy said something that was a bit hurtful because he had no patience and said it step by step, the girl did not show any reluctance...

"I've seen it a long time ago. There's no point in hiding it. Just explain it clearly and solve it as soon as possible. You don't want to keep living like this, do you?"

When the girl heard what he said, she paused, hesitated, shook her head, and finally tremblingly showed her left hand that had been hidden.

That's really a bit creepy.

It has lost the most basic characteristics of a hand.

All the fingers had disappeared, and at the broken ends there were pits and gnawing marks that made one's scalp tingle.

An Jing let out a long breath and changed his leg in a half-squatting position.

"Is there really nothing to eat?"

"Um......."

The girl lowered her head and panted slightly: "There is still a dog alive in the village...it always competes with me..."

An Jing frowned, recalling the corpse of the creature on the street earlier.

"It's dead."

However, the dog didn't look like it died of starvation. At least you could vaguely tell that it wasn't thin before it died.

And if there are no other survivors or animals in the village, excluding some extremely unlikely accidents, the most likely result is that it was done by the girl in front of him.

"I-I'm just too hungry..."

Her answer confirmed his thoughts.

But, another problem arises.

"If you're hungry, why don't you eat it? I think it's rotten if you leave it out."

The boy was a little confused.

"I didn't mean to kill it... I just wanted that piece of meat..." the girl murmured, her eyes dull: "It bit me... it hurts so much... it bit off my finger... I, I'm in so much pain... I'm so scared... I picked up all my fingers... I'm so hungry... but I don't dare to go out... I'm so hungry... I'm so hungry..."

By the end, her statement had completely lost all logic, but it was enough to answer the boy's questions.

An Jing stretched out his right hand, and suddenly the seeds grew, sprouted, blossomed and bore fruit. The fruit was plump and had an attractive red color. It attracted the girl's attention as soon as it appeared. She stared at it almost wanting to see it through.

The boy thought she would lose her mind and pounce on him to eat him, but the girl just stayed where she was. It was not known whether she was afraid of him or because she was so kind, she just stared at him without making any unnecessary movements.

What a sin.

An Jing sighed, stretched out the fruit and placed it carefully in the girl's intact hand. The latter immediately began to devour it voraciously. He was afraid that one was not enough, so he grew a few more and put them aside.

In fact, if the fruit is produced by the power of abundance, it cannot be eaten casually. It will usually bring many unpredictable and terrible consequences. But An Jing's is different. It is covered with the skin of a fertile destiny, but it is actually poured with one's own vitality. The inner qualities of the two are different, so there will be no problem in eating it.

At least, there wouldn't be a problem as long as he didn't want to.

But on second thought, it’s quite strange. Does this count as eating him?

The boy was treating the girl while he was daydreaming.

She ate very quickly, obviously she was very hungry. All the huge fruits went into her stomach, which was almost sticking to her back due to long-term hunger. At this moment, her stomach was swollen very unnaturally, which was a bit creepy.

But she seemed unable to feel it. She swallowed the last bite, her hand still reaching towards the ground, but she never found the next one.

"Okay, be careful not to eat too much."

The boy stood up and brushed the dust off his butt.

"Look at your left hand."

When the boy heard his words, he looked at his left hand in a daze, which he could not look at before. He saw that it had turned back into the clean and white hand it was before the monsters invaded. It even formed a sharp contrast with the dirty forearm below.

However, her family and everything she once had can never be returned to her like this hand.

The girl couldn't help but let her tears fall again. She couldn't tell whether they were from sadness or joy. She sobbed and said thank you, while the boy looked at her with some distress.

"What's your name?"

"My name is... Mao Yu..."

"Cat Island? Never mind, I'll recognize it later."