Vol 7 Chapter 957: Miserable prisoner

After Ling finished eating, he came to Luo’s office, but found that the door locked in the day had been smashed. Then he went in and saw that the office of Luo’s worries was messed up. I don’t know which one was suppressed by the long-lost soldiers. .
Hung Hom looked at the land in a mess, and suddenly he was ashamed: "I am going to pick people out!"
"No, it doesn't matter, these things don't care." Ling took out the space bag from his arms and carefully took out the photo of the family of four. Seriously, "As long as this is not broken, it is good."

Seeing Ling sat in Luo’s chair, rubbed the ash on the photo frame with a handkerchief, and smashed his mouth, and stopped talking, but in the end he said,
Ling, the undead army can’t go any further. It’s almost catching up with Major General Kas’s death camp!

Ling sighed, and some said weakly: "Can we do anything? Nothing can be done."
Hung Hom grabbed his head in a hurry and said, "Do you want to be the master? In so many people, you are the closest person to the young general. You come to be the master for him, and the undead army will give you control!"

When Hung Hom said this sentence, he still did not wait for Ling to respond, and he first closed himself.
Say good, let Ling be the master, how to be the master? The Lord is not what you want to do. Luo Zhi was the one who made the Lord in the death row. In the inside and outside, he went up and down and slaughtered it all over the place, killing all the people with cold limbs, heart-breaking, and finally pointing to Major General Kass. It is only soft and soft, and Enwei and Shi, this is the heart.
Want to let Ling be the master? It's OK, and you don't have to bother to find out what to do, just take the old road of Luo's worries and kill it from inside to outside.
However, Ling does not have this strength, she is only a weak spiritual ability, and even if she has this strength, if she can engage in massacre, she is not tempted.
Just as Hung Hom was autistic, Ling went up, hugged the waist of Hung Hom, buried his head on her shoulder, and said softly: "Sister Hung Ho, thank you very much, I have been protecting me for the past two years. Always worry about me, it’s really hard for you."
Hung Hsiao smiled and shook his head and said quietly: "The generals told me that I did it. I didn't have much hard work. I was 12 years old and reported to the father to be a street killer. I was sentenced to Yucheng, first to the death camp, then again. Undead, this is my half home, I just can’t bear to watch it go."
Ling took a moment in the arms of Hung Hom and suddenly raised his head and said seriously: "Sister Hung Ho, I think a person can help us, but I am not sure if I can trust him..."
Hung Ho wondered: "Who is it?"
Ling said a name...
...
Yucheng, prison.
A ragged, full of eczema, abscesses, and various skin diseases were chained and huddled in the corner. His body was full of dirt. The whole person was already skinny because of chronic malnutrition. The body was full of vitamins and ulcers. It exudes a frowning stench, and if it doesn't move, it is like a rotting corpse.
If you look closely, you will find that the person's right leg is still broken. There is a obvious comminuted fracture in the knee. Later, the bone of the long squat bends the knee directly, showing a deformity, which makes him a life. Disabled.
It was lunch time. A soldier in a cooking class whistled and walked down with a basin. He threw it in front of the prisoner and said carelessly: "Chu Fan, have a meal."
Said to be rice, in fact, is the scraps from the bucket, made up of sour brown rice and rotten cabbage and carrots, stinky that even pigs do not want to eat.
Chu Fan heard the sound and dragged his broken leg and climbed over, as if he didn't smell the smell, and he sipped his mouth.
The squadron saw that Chu Fan had eaten so fragrantly, and suddenly he was disgusted and frowned. He sneered and said: "You really eat anything, oh, I said, the last time you ate well? Delicious. I will give you some more!"
The eating here is not an exaggerated metaphor, but a real one.
After Chu Fan was beaten into prison by Luo, his treatment plummeted, and he was not seen in the undead army. He was regarded as a dog behind Luo’s ass.
As the saying goes, the tiger is still being bullied by the dog.
What about the dog falling in Pingyang? Can be imagined.
During Luo’s reign, the soldiers who were in charge of the care of Chu Fan were already thinking about all kinds of ways to fix him. Anyway, Luo worry did not care. Everyone directly regarded Chu Fan as a toy, and looked for him when he encountered something that was not satisfactory. Exhausted.
After Luo’s death, Chu Fan’s treatment is not to mention, three days and a small fight, five days of a big fight, to give a meal to see the mood, and sometimes deliberately hungry Chu Fan, let him grab the mouse and squat in prison eat.
Last month, Chu Fan was deliberately hungry for five days and was about to starve to death. For the sake of hunting, the soldiers wanted to see what people would do if they were hungry, and they took a pot of pigs in the pigsty. The manure to Chu Fan~EbookFREE.me~ The result is that Chu Fan really took the pig manure and also finished eating a whole pot. Some people saw it on the spot. This incident has since become a joke of the undead army. .
The squadron sneered and said with sarcasm: "Hey, eat really fragrant, you are really more than a dog, the dog does not eat this thing."
At this point, Chu Fan finished the drowning water, looked up and looked at the soldiers, silently said: "What do you give, what I eat, can let me live."
The squadron shook his head in disgust and said: "Chu Fan, I am not talking about you, you are now a bird like this, it is better to die than to live, what struggle is it?"
Chu Fan leaned on the wall, picked up a straw from the ground and put it in his mouth and chewed, saying: "Is the general less coming back today?"
"I said, everyone used to call you a smart person. How do I feel that you are a fool?" The soldier did not look at Chu Fan with anger. He said impatiently, "I told you a hundred times? Luo Worried two years ago, you here every day, are you brain-scarred? I found you, and I have been asking people several times, I have been asking, I asked Nima?"
"Oh, I don't have to say more when I don't come back." Chu Fan spit out the straw in his mouth. The frayed eyes hide the deep squats of the sea, staring straight at the squadron, and said savvyly, "Xiao Xu, You also gave me a lot of food, and I have a good grace for you. Can I give you a good advice? You can retire, how far you can hide, don't wait for the generals to come back after the fall."
"It’s really a neuropathy." The squad slammed the rice bowl and pointed at Chu Fan. "Don’t scare me, or you will have a pot of pig manure tomorrow."
"Hehehe." Chu Fan smiled sorrowfully, and said faintly, "You are free, I will live, and I will live if I eat."