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Looking at the empty wine glass in front of him, Chen Hao also fell into meditation. No matter whether Cao Fei listened to it or not, Chen Hao explained with a voice that did not look like a normal human, "in fact, on which desert island, it should not be me who is really called the king of hell!"

Rugged ground and shrubbery are the most common things on a foggy island.

It is precisely because of these dense fog that people who have just arrived on this island have different degrees of nausea and vomiting. But now, those people don't have to worry about how to resist the dense fog with slight toxin.

After all, dead people don't care, do they?

A young man, who looked like he was only 19 years old, was crawling slowly on the ground with a knife in his hand. In front of him, there was a figure half squatting.

He can't remember that this was the first target he was looking for, but for him now, it's the same whether it was the first one, because they all end up dead under this shining dagger.

Three months ago, the knife was covered with rust. It didn't look like a tool that could kill people. But now, no one doubts whether the knife can kill people. Only a little rust is left on the back of the knife, and it gradually falls off under the soaking of blood.

At this time, Chen Hao realized that the best grindstone is not a stone or a grinding wheel, but human skin.

Every time the knife is pulled in and out, it will take away part of the rust on the surface of the knife, so that up to now, the knife is surprisingly sharp.

Take a deep breath, Chen Hao with a knife directly rushed up, with full of anger, vaguely, there is a little excitement?

Yes, it should be excitement. The blood splashes in front of the eyes. The dead people stare at a pair of godless eyes. The last look in their eyes is the doubt of "why is this?".

But when Chen Hao stabbed each other's back and cut each other's spine horizontally, the other side didn't resist at all.

On the contrary, Chen Hao was very puzzled. He stood up and pulled the knife out of the man's body.

Without support, the man's body tilted and fell to the ground. His head and shoulder were only connected with a trace of skin and flesh. Finally, his head rolled on the ground.

Chen Hao's whole body froze. Looking at the guy who died in front of him, Chen Hao clearly remembers that he didn't kill him, so how did he die?

"Oh? How could there be a boy who snatches food? "

In the thick fog, a voice came out. Chen Hao looked along the voice, squatted down and held the knife in the opposite direction. As long as the situation was not right, he could rush out as fast as he could to give the opponent a fatal blow.

But what Chen Hao didn't expect was that the other side didn't seem to want to be the enemy.

A figure appeared in front of Chen Hao, and then the figure became more and more clear. When the other person really appeared in front of Chen Hao, looking at the other person, Chen Hao actually felt a sense of fear.

And the anger of the young man who had lived with him for three months seemed to be poured down by a basin of cold water, which instantly calmed Chen Hao down.

The young man was holding the limb of an animal which was beyond recognition. But in Chen Hao's mind, except for those evil mercenaries, the people who were caught on this island were not qualified to eat meat.

The clothes on the other side show the identity of the other side. They are the same prisoners as him, the same guys who were caught and abused by the mercenaries.

"Would you like to try it?"

Probably noticed Chen Hao's eyes, the man stretched out the meat in his hand, and the smell of the meat passed down the wind to Chen Hao's nose. Chen Hao could not bear the smell of the familiar meat.

After his eyes fell on the part he held, Chen Hao bent and vomited.

He thought that after killing so many people, he couldn't spit out, but seeing each other, Chen Hao still retched, and the green bile spilled down his throat on the ground.

Is it a foot that the teenager is holding?

In other words, that guy is eating a human leg? Human calf?

"You are crazy!"

"I'm not crazy! You should be crazy. Why do you want to live like a dog when you have such strong strength? "

The boy roared loudly, but then he began to smile again. With that kind of smile on his oily face, Chen Hao couldn't imagine how to describe that kind of smile.

It's like the devil laughing at the sky in hell, and it's like the last kind of crazy smile of a dying man. More importantly, Chen Hao thinks that kind of smile is like irony, with helplessness in irony.

"And I want to thank you for that?"

After a little exercise, the boy threw the leg aside, and the dull sound of his body falling into the mud came to Chen Hao's ears. The sound was very dull, but it was so harsh to Chen Hao.

"If it wasn't for you, I would still be hungry like a dog, wagging my tail and begging for food from those guys, even if I didn't have enough to eat.""I didn't give you anything to eat!"

Chen Hao clenched the dagger. He thought he was cold-blooded enough and ruthless enough, but compared with the other side, he didn't seem to do enough?

"Yes, how could you give me something to eat? But my first food was given to me by you. The guy's blood was the first hot food I ate after I came here. It was so sweet and warm that it slipped into my throat. You really should have a try! "

The boy, like a devil, seduces Chen Hao and swallows his saliva. Chen Hao's brows are more and more wrinkled and his expression is gradually disappearing.

"Whoever you are, kill you!"

"Yes, come on, kill me! I have killed the last person on the desert island for you. As you Chinese often say, this is hell, where the dead live and die. Kill me, you are the ruler of this place, you are the devil, you are the king of hell

The young man yelled wildly, and his body rushed towards Chen Hao. Chen Hao could even see each other's mouth, the teeth with meat and blood, and the bright red tongue!

"You are the devil! You are

Chen Hao retorts. The knife crosses an arc in the air, and then cuts into each other's main artery. However, the other party doesn't seem to want to be the enemy of Chen Hao, so he opens his heart to Chen Hao, and then lets the knife cut into the main artery.

Chen Hao's face was covered with bright red blood, even splashed into his mouth. As the other party said, it was sweet and warm, just like the best food made by his mother.

"Yes, I am the devil?"

The boy's voice rang out in Chen Hao's ear. Chen Hao, whose face was full of blood and couldn't see clearly in front of him, pushed him subconsciously, and the other side staggered back.

Wipe the blood off his face with one hand, and Chen Hao, shocked in his heart, reaches out and grabs each other, but it's all in vain.

He is like a drowning man. He tried his best to catch something, but he didn't catch anything. In other words, what he caught is useless.

A strange feeling came from the palm of his hand. Chen Hao clenched his hand and pulled back.

Until the slight crack sounds, Chen Hao left only one thing in his hand, a plaque, a plaque with the name of "Jack", and Jack, the simple guy who died in front of Chen Hao and pushed Chen Hao out of the swamp but sank himself.

"No way! It's absolutely impossible

Chen Hao could not hold the nameplate and roared, just like a wounded beast roaring in a low voice.

The fog is getting denser and denser, and there is nothing else in the open space except the wind, because in this March, all the living things, those who can move, all died under Chen Hao's knife.

Dead and lifeless.

But what was that? What was that? Is so lifelike, warm blood is gradually cooling on Chen Hao's face, is all this false?

It was only later that Chen Hao realized that everything was just an experiment made by the mercenaries to stimulate people's potential. When a person's closest friend died in front of him, he would have unmatched potential.

Their experiment was successful, very successful, because they didn't just inspire a person's potential.

They also seem to forget that when a person faces the threat of death, he will also do much more than usual.

So, on which desert island, two teenagers killed all the people in the desert island.

Just two teenagers.

There is an old Chinese saying that two tigers can't be tolerated in one mountain, so in the end, a tiger died.

Noticing that Chen Hao was looking at the empty room, Cao Fei tentatively called Chen Hao, "Captain, are you ok?"

"Well?"

Reminded by Cao Fei, Chen Hao responded, chuckled and shook his head. "How could I have something to do? On which desert island, no one else would survive except me. So fenril could call out the name of the king of hell by other means. So, it's troublesome for you."

"I thought it was something. It's a small thing. Just relax. Would you like another drink? Bordeaux in 1990, a rare good wine. "

Cao Fei held up the red wine bottle in his hand, and Chen Hao handed the cup to him. "In fact, few people can spell out the quality of red wine. They taste this kind of wine just to taste the value contained in it, just like the painstaking efforts of those who drink this cup of wine in the brewing process."