Chapter 80

That's it

I'm going to die

Buckets of blood spilled from my enemies created an ocean. Now I have to cross the sea in a boat made of their bones.

My sails are their skin

The last breath of the sails

I will gaze at this ocean and tell my story, for I will eventually be pitied and forgiven.

I'm waiting for the order to kill me. I don't expect anything until I lose my life.

A monologue suddenly appeared in the ear of the blind and rain like. When this speech appeared, all other voices disappeared. Both of them perceived something from each other's faces and knew that the other heard the same content.

When this passage is finished, the noise and chaos are restored around. The ghosts are pounding the gate wantonly, and some of them have broken into the window.

Although I don't understand what happened just now, I don't have time to think in situ. Feng can't feel the rain. He takes the lantern and leads her to the kitchen.

As they approached the counter that separated the kitchen from the canteen, the kitchen lights suddenly lit up, and a tall black figure was standing behind the counter, staring at the two men.

The monster's body is a human shape, but it has a pig's head. Its exposed muscles are pink. It is wearing a white vest and military pants. It has a stomach. The muscles on its arms are as hard as stones. The shape of this one feels like the second elder martial brother's successful state of fitness. But at present, it doesn't have a nine tooth rake or anything

there is only one counter between the imperceptible and the rain like monster. A kind of unnamed oppression suddenly strikes. They can clearly feel that the terror breath of the monster is much stronger than that of all the surrounding monsters outside. Just standing face to face, that invisible deterrent force is enough to make them hard to move.

"Hello, my name is oenke." It even said hello to them.

At this time, a large number of ghosts have successfully poured into the canteen, turned over the table and climbed over the floor, deceiving the blind and rainy.

Oenke leaned over his PigHead and said to the two players in a low voice: "get out of my place, now! "He accentuated the last two words.

The ghosts actually stopped after this sentence. They could only look at the two prey that had reached their mouth reluctantly, and then left bitterly.

"Go there and sit down." When the ghost retreated, oenke pointed to the table closest to the counter, indicating that he could not feel the rain.

The two exchanged eyes and reached a tacit understanding. They went there together and put the lantern on the table and sat down face to face.

There is no doubt that the fifth task of ballads has already begun. What's more gratifying is that it seems that the story of Uncle piggy doesn't need to be solved by fighting. Because from its murderous aura, even if two players are in full state, fighting with it is inevitable.

When Feng didn't feel like rain, he began to work. It took something out of the refrigerator, then came to the cooking table and began to wash and cut

Rashly standing up and walking may have bad consequences. Feng didn't feel like taking the risk, so he just straightened his neck and looked in. But the cooking table is close to the wall at the other end of the kitchen, and the body of the big demon of the meat mountain of oenkena completely blocks the blind sight.

After listening to the voice, oenke should have taken two large pieces of meat from the freezer, peeled them off, chopped them into pieces, and then put them into the soup pot with water for two lunches.

As a regular cook, in this quiet environment to listen to the voice, smell, you can roughly know what the other party is doing.

It's a familiar thing to cook a pig. Today, it seems that the process of cooking a pig is similar

But I don't know what that meat soup smells like without the experience of cooking human flesh. Suppose that the two pieces of meat cooked by oenke are of the same kind, and the other is of the same kind, then the ballad "which bowl of human flesh and which bowl of soup"

I'm afraid it can only be distinguished by "tasting".

Oenke is really elegant. He cooks carrots, onions, potatoes, celery, garlic, red wine, cream, bay leaves, all kinds of spices and so on. Regardless of his knife work, he should put them all. The fragrance floating out shows that these two pots of soup are good in terms of seasoning.

They knew that it would not work. Even if oenke didn't stop them, the ghost wouldn't let them go after they got outside. It's better to use the precious time to take a full nap of two pots of soup for more than an hour. During that time, oenke was busy all the time, adding seasonings and adjusting the heat from time to time, as if he completely forgot the existence of two players.

This is a good thing for the rain like injury. After a long rest, from the menu, the condition finally disappeared. She didn't need to continue to press her hand on the wound, but her survival value was still not much, only returned to about 20.

Different from physical fitness, players' survival value recovers very slowly, and the recovery speed is only about one tenth of physical fitness value. Passive skills, medicine and medical treatment can all be used in this kind of time. Unfortunately, neither of them has, neither of them will.

Silence and quietness are hotbeds of thinking. Feng has been thinking about things for a long time. He rearranges all the information he gets after entering the script, analyzes the current situation and the meaning of the last ballad

The name of oenke was once heard, but he couldn't remember when, where or saw it. After more than half an hour's exploration in the attic of his brain, he finally unearthed the memory fragment.

The butcher of heaven, oenke.

Feng unconsciously gradually recalled that the monologue he had heard before was the words left by oenke before he was executed.

It was a short comic book, telling a dark and heavy story, far deeper in content than the play. It's estimated that the present oenke has nothing to do with the protagonist in the story, just the same name and appearance.

Maybe the system wants to use this monster to satirize something? Feng can't help but think of the fact that oenke, who once sent the same kind of life to the slaughterhouse every day, has finally boiled the human beings who created and enslaved themselves, which is not a great pleasure

A sound brought back the unconscious thoughts. He followed the fame and found that oenke had turned off the fire and was filling two bowls with soup. Genius a second to remember this website www.biquga.com, the fastest updated novel website!