"Ahyaya, let me see, who is this poor creature crying in embarrassment......

Yikes! Isn't this the head of the Ji family, why are you beaten like a dog again, am I already dizzy, and let me take another look...... Well, this person who is lying on his stomach like a dog is really Brother Kira......"

Griffith, who had put on a mattress and changed his face and figure, spoke with some pompous and slightly surprised, his arms were slender, and he opened the fan with a brush, covering his mouth and chuckling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The laughter sounded less intimate or safe, as if there was more mockery and a faint sense of onlookers, and through his strange dress, the man's heart was as elusive as a delusion.

Unfortunately, Kira, who was beaten a bit like a lost dog, was unable to answer Griffith's question, and the man behind the two, who claimed to be the cutter, had already raised his pistol.

"Hands up, boy, don't play tricks."

Captain Pike looked behind the empty screen, where there was no sign of the presence of his two men, and even the boy with the big head who had been dragged into the back had inexplicably disappeared. Perhaps the only trace of their existence is the clothes scattered all over the place.

The expression on the face of the cutter became even more gloomy, and he subconsciously pressed the barrel of the gun, so that the crosshair of the gun body just fell on the skull of the person who came.

In fact, as a peripheral mercenary of the Dark Thorns, Pike has seen more people and things that are incomprehensible. He'd heard something in the rumors, and he had a somewhat rudimentary understanding of the Anomalous or something more tricky and puzzling.

In Pike's opinion, the man in front of him, who was as white as an oil painting, was a man with strange powers, and he didn't dare to think about something deeper, which would make him lose the courage to fight a decisive battle.

For this, Pike did a good job. For the experience of the past is constantly adding courage to the skin-cutter with a gun pointed at a man's head - no one can escape from his gun at such a short distance.

Such courage swelled, and after a while, he even wondered if Lao Tzu could kill a supernatural person.

"Where did you put them?" Pike finally choked the unrealistic fantasy in his mind, and he gestured to the other side of the screen with his eyes, asking about his companion's whereabouts.

"Oh, you're referring to ...... Ah~, I have a basement, sir. ”

The tall and delicate man slowly turned his hands up, and he said this seriously, and then he seemed to think of something, but he couldn't hold it, and laughed out loud.

The big demon didn't lie, there was indeed a basement in the temple, and after all these years of accumulation, there were so many strange things in it that even Griffith himself couldn't remember clearly.

What kind of male genitalia soaked in the wine jar, the corpse of a two-headed baby, and the monster of ghosts and beasts, it is simply a horror concentration camp, and if a normal person accidentally runs into it, he will be frightened out of his courage.

In such a place, of course, human corpses are indispensable. Even at the beginning of his rebirth, Griffith, in order to familiarize himself with the human structure of this quadrant as soon as possible, once hung more than thirty men and women on the wall in turn, and then dismantled them one by one.

Of course, occasionally, the big demon will encounter something that interests him and is unforgettable, and whenever this happens, he will also choose to slowly dismantle people and make exquisite food.

Then, eat it.

The delightful memory seemed to be still vivid, and the demon laughed a little forgetfully, almost bending down to cover his stomach. He laughed for more than a minute, his face was a little red, and he almost lost his breath, so he finally stopped, but his mouth was still talking intermittently...... I have a basement...... Haha, basement ......'.

The expression of the cutting hand twitched, and the hand holding the gun moved back and forth with the man's movements, he didn't quite understand why an ordinary question could make the other party laugh so forgetful, but considering that the spiritual world of the stranger was very different from ordinary people, he was finally a little relieved, but his mouth seemed to be cursing quietly.

"Neuropathy ......"

As if hearing the funniest joke in the world, the big demon wiped his tears with his snow-white slender index finger, and finally stood up straight and made an apologetic gesture.

But his mind was still immersed in the lovely basement that he missed, and he turned to Mr. Pike and asked:

"Your name is Cutter, right, I think there's a place that's perfect for you...... Your friend is in there...... Well, are you interested in visiting my basement...... Ha, Cutter, your name is so funny. ”

Pike, of course, didn't have any idea of such a strange request. He steadied his gun, and was about to say, 'I'm not going,' when Griffith came over with enthusiasm and familiarity - his nerves really didn't seem to be normal, and he still seemed to be struggling with the basement, and he said as he went, still inviting the cutter to visit what he called the basement.

'Go ****** basement. Looking at the man getting closer, Pike twitched and pulled the trigger of the pistol.

The spring instantly pulled and released the firing pin against the bottom of the bullet, and the burning gunpowder rushed out of the barrel, pulling the long tongue of fire, pushing a yellow-orange-orange metal particle beyond the speed of sound, directly hitting Griffith's heart.

The demon's movements froze, his body swayed, his left hand stretched forward, and his mouth seemed to be whispering something like the basement. Pike gave a blank shot at the man, blowing on the overheated barrel and taking a few steps over the man's body.

"Neuropathy."

However, the two clean shots didn't seem to have the effect of neatly solving the obstacle, and Pike walked over and was about to pass by the man, but the man who had been dying a second ago suddenly came back to his senses, grabbed him by the shoulder, and tirelessly asked if he wanted to visit the basement with him.

The cutter's face turned a little blue, and he thought who was going to visit the damn basement with you, and who cared what the hell you were in that basement, so he impatiently shot the man in the chest and abdomen.

The yellow-orange-orange bullet casings fell to the ground one by one with the dull sound of gunfire, and in a slow time, they seemed to bounce for a moment, and then rolled slowly.

The man who had been hit by the bullet again screamed in pain, and after a while, he began to look back again, and he asked Pike:

"Alas! Aren't you really interested in visiting my basement? ”

The voice of doubt and exclamation resounded in the empty hall, and the cutter and Kira looked at it a little sluggishly, so the man pulled out the white silk handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and coughed weakly twice, and soon the handkerchief was coughed up with blood.

Pike stiffened his face to the door, and he subconsciously swallowed as he looked at the man's scarred and hollow body.

"Aren't you dead yet?"

This question spoke to the hearts of almost everyone present except for the Great Demon, who had clearly hit Griffith's heart with a bullet from Pike's bullet. Even if it wasn't fatal, the rain of bullets that followed to empty the gun should have smashed the man's internal organs.

But humans are easily fooled, what they hear may be fake, their sense of smell can deceive you, and what the eye knows is not necessarily true.

Of course, Ji Aman's body is afraid of bullets now, but if he is not hit, of course he will not die.

As a mere human, Griffith has an infinite number of ways to fool his vision, even if he doesn't use cause and effect, all he needs is a coin strong enough to block bullets and a predictable enough anticipation of where the bullet will land.

It's not as boastful as someone's self-esteem, and in the eyes of the big demon, the skin-cutting hand is not a powerful person. He acted scatteredly, full of loopholes, the gesture of holding the gun was simple and undisguised, of course, he was a little sluggish in his movements, and it was not difficult for the big demon to predict the point of the bullet landing of this kind of person.

The only thing that is commendable is perhaps Uncle Pike's hobby of cutting people's skins, and listening to his tone, he should be doing a good job.

"Rude fellow, how can you mention the word dead in front of a gentleman?"

Griffith put his hand on Pike's shoulder, his expression still warm, but counting the time, the time for entertainment could only end there.

The big demon straightened up slightly, and the dense bullet particles fell out of his chest, abdomen, and heart, and spilled onto the ground.

At this time, Pike was a little frightened, and Griffith put his hand on his shoulder as the center of the circle, and slowly circled. The little fingers and ring fingers, painted with pure black nail polish, dragged along the arc of the man's broad shoulders, little by little, inch by inch.

The blades of the fan unfurled, and Griffith lifted Pike's head with the edge of the fan, his eyes cold and his outstretched arms like deadly spiders plucking their prey in a net. It was only at this time that Mr. Cutter realized that he was exhausted, as if he had been poisoned.

The pistol fell to the ground unwillingly, Pike's hand hung down weakly, and his eyes were colorful, as if a huge peacock had opened a screen under his eyes, and the dazzling light was about to pierce the human eye.

Far away, he saw the man's eyes glowing, his lips squirming, and his voice came slowly after a long time, and he was asking, 'Do you like to play games, Mr. Cutter?'