C46 Human meat feast(1)

A feast of human flesh?

I curled myself up into a ball, not daring to look at Yan Ruize's face. I'm afraid of what this man would say, and what he would say would cause the flesh to go numb. I don't want to go, I don't want to become the food of others, I don't want to go!

"I don't want to go." I heard myself as faint as a mosquito fly, barely audible.

Yan Ruize raised the corner of his mouth