The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Let go!" He put on a fierce look and stared at the little boy viciously.

"I'm afraid." The little boy replied pitifully.

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Zheng Quzhi retracted his gaze and was puzzled—how could this little boy stick to himself so much?

Thinking of the clear and innocent eyes like small animals he had just seen, Zheng Quzhi pursed his lips. After all, he compromised, allowing him to hold his arm and look vigilantly at the things along the way.

If you want to escape, you must be familiar with the terrain.

He also wanted to understand that since he came in alone, he could not pin his hopes on others, and had to rely on himself. If he was still waiting for others to save himself, then he would never want to go out in his life.

The people in the camp drove all of them to a large flat ground. Zheng Quzhi estimated that there were at least two hundred people standing densely here. Some of them had dull eyes and numb expressions. They should be'old men', and some were full of fear. The last type of person is just like Zheng Quzhi, looking confused.

"Ahem!" A low, hoarse voice came from the microphone: "Good morning, children."

"Good morning!" the other children replied.

But Zheng Quzhi, the group of people who were still stunned, became targets in the square. Several men rushed over and swung their whips at them fiercely.

Zheng Quzhi thought that the little boy would hide behind him. Unexpectedly, when the whip came down, the little boy took a step forward, and the whip fell firmly on him.

"Well."

He only heard the little boy whimper, turned around and threw himself into his arms, with his hands tightly wrapped around his waist, wishing to rub himself into his arms.

Zheng Qu knew the black face, and saw that the whip was falling again, and he didn't care about other things, so he quickly took advantage of the trend and hugged the little boy to hide. The whip fell on the ground, but fortunately the men didn't pay attention, they just flogged.

"Okay! Don't frighten the children." The dean's kind voice sounded again, and his kind gaze flicked across the fearful faces, "Now we should come to the meeting!"

A few men yelled at Zheng Quzhi and the group of people to stand, Zheng Quzhi quickly pulled the little boy behind him, neatly aligned with the people in front.

"Yesterday, No. 186 and No. 126 were fighting in outdoor activities! This is very bad behavior, so the dean decided to let them publicly punish them and let others see the consequences of not observing discipline." The dean smiled and said at the same time The person beside him winked.

Soon, two men pulled up two people.

Zheng Quzhi's eyes were slightly stagnant, isn't one of those two people the same Yang Wanli from yesterday? He wears the same black clothes as everyone else, with the number 186 on his chest.

Another tall and thin one, both of them stood on the stage. Today's sun is venomous and black clothes absorb heat. Almost everyone is sweaty. The air is full of sweat and a rotten smell.

The rotten taste became more and more intense, Zheng Quzhi's newcomers couldn't help but want to raise their hands to cover their noses, but just raised a hand, the whip next to him waved over.

With a scream, everyone's heart trembled, and they didn't dare to move randomly.

In the distance, two people wearing masks came over carrying a bucket. The smell of something rotten became stronger as they approached.

When they got closer, Zheng Quzhi discovered that it was actually a bucket of leftovers. I don't know how long it took, in this hot weather, it has become a mess.

The leftovers were carried onto the stage.

There were retching sounds from people with bad stomachs, and Zheng Qu knew that his stomach turned a little, and he could only endure it.

"Yesterday, they not only kept teaching and doing a fight, but they also didn't know how to repent, which disappointed everyone!" The dean shook his head, "My parents didn't send you in for fighting. They came here on the 186th for three days. I still don’t know how to repent of my mistakes, and the same is true on the 126th. After we discussed it, we decided to punish you heavily!"

After speaking, he put down the microphone, took a long spoon without changing his face, and said to the man who was pressing Yang Wanli: "Open his mouth."

Hearing this, the children who had been here for a shorter time all stared in shock. Someone made a noise, and then they were beaten a few times by the supervisor next to them.

Yang Wanli was also terrified, and began to struggle with fear: "Let go of me! I don't want to! Let go of me!"

It's a pity that he can't survive those two strong men after all. One pressed his hands and feet on him, while the other fixed his head and broke his mouth.

The dean, gently and kindly, under everyone's attention, scooped a spoonful of rotten food leftovers into Yang Wanli's mouth.

"Don't... Gulu... Gulu... Don't! Gu...lu..." The expression on Yang Wanli's face was desperate and scared, his entire face was red and purple, his eyes were cracked, but he still couldn't stop that. The rotten food in the spoon poured into his mouth.

The indescribable taste quickly penetrated all the senses and taste buds, and Yang Wanli was so sick that he wanted to vomit it out, but those people forced him to close his mouth and force him to swallow.

Cries and retching sounded from the crowd, as if contagious, and more and more people began to cry.

"What are you crying for?" The dean turned his head with a spoon and walked towards them. On the edge of the stage, he stopped and squatted down, looking kindly at the people below: "This is for the disobedient. Punishment, if you are obedient, there are no such punishments!"

People who were closer to the table were horrified to discover that there were still a few worms that were constantly squirming in the leftovers on the spoon. Thinking of the situation of forced feeding, the girl clutched her head and screamed in horror uncontrollably.

The smile on the dean's face stagnated, and a dark color was drawn across the eyes under the glasses. Then he raised the spoon in his hand without hesitation, and threw it gracefully as if playing a golf ball.

The scream stopped abruptly, and the girl fell down with blood all over her face.

The people around screamed in horror, Zheng Quzhi also breathed, and the sense of fear grew stronger. Someone dragged the girl down, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

Dean Liu stood up nonchalantly and returned to the middle of the table. There was a lot of bright red blood on the spoon. As if he hadn't seen it, he scooped up the sticky leftovers in the bucket and walked to the boy number 126.

"Don't... don't!" Ben 126 was frightened to the ground by what had just happened. Seeing the dean walking towards him, he was so scared that he peeed his pants: "I was wrong! I was wrong! Uh... don't give me..."