He couldn't smell the other characteristics of the man in front of him, he couldn't know what occasions he frequented, he couldn't know if the smell of this person was familiar, he didn't know......

The loss of smell has indeed limited many of Lixuan's actions. After all, with only hearing and night vision, there are still too few things that can be done by yourself.

But no matter what, I couldn't know that the man in front of me was not a wolf demon.

At the first glance of the man, Li Xuan understood that the unique smell of blood of the wolf demon was not emitted by a wolf at all, but the "monster" in front of him who was walking with the sound of "ticking-".

"Tick-tick-tick-"

There was no sound at first, but it was like when the water was released, if it was a column of water, it was close to the ground, and there was no particularly loud sound. On the contrary, when the water column becomes a little droplet, the sound will be amplified drop by drop.

And the water column of the man in front of him replaced the wolf demon blood in the same way......

After chasing this person so far, the smell of blood can no longer be hidden, but it is actually because the wolf demon blood bag on this person's body has been broken.

First it popped out one by one, and then dropped outward after drop......

The man's coat was a little long, and the blood bag was placed in the bag on the inside of the coat, and the blood broke through the bag, soaked the whole purse, and spread to most of the coat, but he also knew to stop it, and went straight down, extending to the lowest corner of the coat.

One drop or two drops, it can't create any climate, but with the whole blood bag breaking bigger and bigger, the blood is getting wetter and wetter, and finally, the blood water in the column can't stop sliding down without hiding.

This blood, Li Xuan doesn't need a sense of smell, just by that casual glance in the dark night, he seems to see the master's past.

However, it was too messy, and Li Xuan's eyes were a little moist and red. The sadness that could no longer be hidden on his face suddenly came up. The throat was also choked by some objects, and his breathing was not smooth, so he could only keep choking. Finally, a tear the same size as a drop of blood, like a symphony, fell to the ground with the drop of blood.

He saw it, and he saw it all.

He had never experienced such despair, but he felt it all. These images are embedded in my mind, as if I have the illusion of a moment, and I actually let myself mistakenly think that these memories are my own......

What he saw was never just a wolf demon, but a pack.

What is hidden in this bag of blood is far more than the blood of a wolf demon, but a group.

In Lixuan's mind, what appeared at this time was all those wolf demons, all of whom were attracted by the smell of blood of the same kind like themselves, and then killed by the people in front of them?

No, the word "kill" is too simple, on the contrary, compared to the situation in the picture, "killing" is even more like a relief, because before these wolf demons died, they made the same wish in unison: to die quickly.

Li Xuan's tears couldn't be stopped, he hadn't cried like this, it was the kind that couldn't help it, it was the kind of despair that was extreme, and it was the kind that reached the point of collapse.

Lixuan is like watching a "show", yes, for the murderer, this is an excellent sense of sight, hearing and smell, and even spread throughout the body - a feast.

The man in the picture is like a piece of art carved in detail, you can't imagine what it means to have a thousand faces.

The wolf demons in Lixuan's mind, none of them died repeatedly, this should be regarded as the murderer's last respect for those "delicacies on the plate".

The man is extremely enjoyable, extremely intoxicated, and the sound of the knife cutting through the skin and entering the texture will make him extremely excited, even excited. He was dancing, celebrating, closing his eyes and taking a sip of wine......

Some corpses, taking advantage of the freshness, separated their flesh and blood, and then seamlessly connected, knife by knife, to break up the flesh, until a flawless white bone was left with no meat residue, plus the internal organs that had not been taken out.

The smell of blood permeated every corner of the room, leaving no trace behind.

The man takes out the brain, as if squeezing juice, squeezes out the brain, and then coats it layer by layer on the next "parasite", and coats it all over.

When the brush runs over the body, the man seems to be painting, wonderful, incomparable.

It's like toasting bread and brushing with egg yolks.

The body that is still alive and kicking is brushed with fragrant brains.

Giant oven, 180 degrees upper and lower layers preheated at the same time, 250 degrees maximum oven temperature, 24 hours of baking.

As the skin burns inch by inch, bubbling, "BOOM-" breaks.

Life, just like that, slowly, drop by drop, second by second, slipped away.

The man closed his eyes in front of the oven and took a deep breath: how could there be such a fragrant barbecue?

Good things, just share them with everyone, that's not stingy, you have it, I have it, everyone has it.

Every wolf demon must enjoy, this emperor-like treatment, you take a bite, I take a bite......

The wailing in the iron cage is also slowly, as if washed, diluted, and diluted by endless time. It became weaker and weaker, more and more boring.

It's not a good thing that the man who dances in death loses his beautiful soundtrack.

Electric shocks are a good vocal exercise, and the current from the scalp to the toes is like one by one, continuous, beating notes, which is wonderful.

What's next?

It's a little boring, but on the hand, this insignificant part, really, it's just a special, very small cut, a millimeter? almost, just poke it with the tip of a knife, that's all.

Thumb, index finger, it's a good match.

Have you ever heard the sound of a wound tearing?

If it's just for a moment, won't it be unfinished?

Then satisfy all your curiosity at once, one millimeter, five seconds, one centimeter, ten seconds, one decimeter......

The man repented, because it was so beautiful, and he began to put his hands on it.

This side of the bloody wound, as well as that side, were covered by two hands, "Zila-"

Then, like a rest, there was finally a piece of calm that a piece of music should have.

Pick up the skin on both sides and turn it over, exposing everything inside, and fixing the skin and flesh with rusty nails.

Is this surgery? It's fun.

You say, what should a turkey do?

Isn't it smart to stuff a lot of condiments into it, and then it's full? Haha, that's what I did.

Does salt heal wounds? I poured a bottle of salt, which is essential for my cooking.

Oh, by the way, how can I be without pepper? I always like to add pepper to meat dishes! That makes it fishy and delicious!