USWHC -Chapter 2 Morals Shattered All Over the Ground, Want to Pick Them Up? (Part 2)

“Mother, I heard human meat tastes the same as chicken!” a crisp voice rang out. From the vague sound of it, it seemed to belong to a little girl.

Human meat tastes like chicken? What does that mean? Zhu Jie thought weakly. What filled her ears, however, was the sound of people swallowing their saliva again and again. What were they doing?

“Really? Chicken is very delicious!” said a middle-aged woman with a hoarse, duck-like voice. No matter how unpleasant her voice sounded, it couldn’t hide her excitement. She seemed eager to eat chicken.

“Don’t talk nonsense. How could human meat taste the same as chicken?” an old man scolded in a low voice. Yet even as he said this, he sounded a little hesitant.

“It’s true! I heard Ergou from the neighboring village say it. Last year they picked up a dead body, and their whole family ate it for the entire winter!” The little girl seemed a little angry at the old man’s doubt, and her voice rose.

“Really? I was wondering—when I visited their house last year, everyone looked so greasy around the mouth. I asked if they’d been eating meat, but none of them admitted it. So it turns out they were eating human meat!” The duck-voiced woman spoke again, sounding as if she had just realized the truth.

What exactly were they talking about? Zhu Jie tried hard to open her eyes. She attempted several times but failed every time. What the heck? Why did her whole body feel as if it were frozen?

“Yes! Ergou wouldn’t lie to me!” the little girl cried proudly at once.

Even without opening her eyes, Zhu Jie could imagine the girl lifting her chin with a smug, self-satisfied look, as if she were very special.

As soon as she said this, an old woman’s voice quickly chimed in, “Mm, he wouldn’t lie to my Meizi!”

Meizi… so that little girl is called Meizi?

Suddenly, the sound of someone swallowing hard rang almost right beside her ear. The duck-voiced woman then said solemnly, “How about we try some too?”

All of a sudden, a finger poked hard at Zhu Jie’s face. She felt a sting of pain. What was this person trying to do?

“This guy looks like he’s only about a dozen years old. The meat should be very tender, right?”

The moment those words fell, Zhu Jie felt fingers poking all over her face like crawling caterpillars.

Wait… what are they doing?

Zhu Jie felt her head buzz as if it had exploded. No way—were they studying how to eat her?

She was a human being! What was wrong with these people? What kind of place had she ended up in? Could it be… could it be that she had fallen into a tribe of cannibals?

The sound of people swallowing their saliva rose and fell one after another. The group around her was discussing enthusiastically—discussing how to eat her, this piece of “meat.”

The voices deeply shocked Zhu Jie, who lay there unable to move. What should she do? Was she really going to lie here and listen to people talk about eating her alive?

Inside her heart she screamed again and again: No! I’m not even dead yet! How can you already be discussing eating me?

“He’s not dead.”

Finally, a calm voice sounded. Zhu Jie’s heart relaxed a little. Her eyelids were heavy, as if frozen by the wind and snow. She tried once more to open them, but still couldn’t.

Perhaps it was fortunate she couldn’t open them. If she had seen the greedy, starving expressions on those people’s faces, she might have fainted again.

“He’s not dead?” the old woman’s voice immediately rose an octave. “If he’s not dead, why did you bring him back?”

The displeasure in her tone was completely undisguised. Isn’t saving people a good thing? Zhu Jie truly wanted to cry. Were these people really so heartless that they wouldn’t even save a living person?

What kind of people were they? She’d better not wake up in front of them—because if she did recover fully, she would definitely deal with these villains who wanted to eat her!

Zhu Jie secretly swore in her heart. She no longer relaxed and quickly began circulating her breathing to regulate her body. Depending on others was worse than depending on herself—self-rescue was the most important thing.

What she didn’t see, however, was that the Ji family gathered around her were also struggling internally. Once they heard she wasn’t dead, they all leaned closer again. Should they eat her… or not?

“Yi, why did you bring back something like this? Our family can barely even cook a meal anymore…” The old man’s conflicted sigh sounded beside her ear.

Huh? Isn’t this the same man whose pants were pulled off in the snow? So his name is Yi?

Yes, the man’s given name was simply Yi. He was the second son of the family, called Ji Yi.

And the little girl was his younger sister, Ji Mei. Surrounding them were his parents—Old Madam Ji and Old Master Ji. Of course, there was also the eldest brother Ji, who simply drooled without speaking, and the duck-voiced Sister-in-law You, the eldest brother’s wife.