In such eerie nights, Pike usually does his best to hide himself. www.biquge.info I heard that the previous basement keeper was cut off by an unknown earthworm-shaped monster, put it in a vase, and made it into a potted plant.

And this potted plant, Pike had seen it when he was cleaning the basement before.

The shaggy dog-legged profession in the Beginning of the Thorns made him experienced in concealment, but apparently, he wasn't experienced enough, so Mrs. Babbel found him.

Rough puppet with needle and thread in her hands and lips open and closed, she is a kind puppet with curly plastic eyelashes and, as a loving mother, she has always wanted to sew a stuffed animal for her lovely daughter Fendi. It is worth mentioning that Fendi is a three-headed dog with human eyes.

Mrs. Babbel happily cupped Pike's face, and great enthusiasm swelled up in her little body, and her rough wooden mouth split two lines, and opened and closed up and down in admiration:

"Oh, what a perfect cutie......

I can't bear to give you to Fendi, the cursed cruel girl who will tear you apart......"

Pike is then nailed to a large wooden table as the main ingredient for Mrs. Babbel's plush toy for her adorable daughter Fendi. Mrs. Babbel held scissors in one hand and needlework in the other, and with all kinds of female reds and tools by her side, she skillfully made three long cuts in Pike's belly.

It tore open the belly of the Captain of the Thorns Squad, slowly filled it with cotton and plush, and whispered love words to his daughter, and then sewed the wound with needles and threads, and sewed some rough pieces of cloth and colorful ornaments onto Pike's body.

The leader of the mercenaries on the periphery of the Dark Thorns was frightened, trembling and almost shouting out loud, but no. Because when Madame Babbel nailed him to the plank, he lost control of his body.

The night was extremely long, and Pike felt his body constantly being torn open, stuffed in, stitched up, and removed, and his nerves almost collapsed.

Thankfully, Mrs. Babbel has the common problem of all housewives, and she likes to talk to herself, especially to her dear daughter Fendi, which sounds awkward and sinister.

But the woman's verbosity saved Pike his life, and when dawn came, the first light fell from the skylight, and all the commotion in the basement was calmed down.

Pike struggled to break free of the ribbon that bound his hands and feet, and fled in a panic.

In just a few months, this happened a few times, and when night came, the fears woke up, and Pike could only pray in fear that he would not be discovered.

In the shopkeeper stopped time, Death seemed to be shut out. More precisely, most of the deaths were kept out. Therefore, Pike, whose body has long been a human being, is still alive and well.

The small basement seems to hide countless spaces, which makes people feel crowded and cramped at first glance instead of feeling very big.

But as you walk down step by step, stepping through every small compartment, you will be surprised to feel that the place seems to be expanding bigger and bigger.

……

Pike had certainly tried to escape, but in fact, the young shopkeeper had never restrained him in the slightest.

So, after some intense, wise, and careful planning, Mr. Pike finally managed to 'escape' from that hellish place.

When he cautiously opened the closed door of the hall with his trembling hands, what appeared in front of him was not the prosperity of high-rise buildings, nor the barrenness of rural deserted shops, but a complete nothingness.

This strange shop is like a wandering hut floating in the void, the light and darkness are clearly divided by the door, inside the wooden door, the flowers are splendid, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and there is a lazy and slender young man holding a white cat in his arms basking in the sun; Outside the wooden door, a twisted dark vortex overlapped, and in that chaotic void, occasionally floating a picture-like broken image, telling a broken story that I don't know when, where, and which existed.

A loud and desolate shout came from the center of the black whirlpool, as if there were countless ghosts struggling to climb up in the center of the darkness.

The sky and the earth were twisting and deforming, like a huge translucent jelly, swaying and twisting without any certainty.

Pike had tried to walk out of the door, perhaps thinking that the other side of the door was a virtual 'illusion world' where he could be free if he dared to walk through. He remembered that in the sub-base of the Beginning Dark Thorns, there was such a mechanism setting.

But Master Pike, the leader of the mercenaries on the periphery of the Dark Thorns, was obviously wrong, and when he stepped out of the wooden door with the courage to step out, the darkness outside the door was empty, and a mess of things was instantly crowded.

A translucent hooded woman burst out of the void and screamed 'my, my, my, my...... Fleshy ......' and then grabbed Pike's outstretched leg, wriggling on the ground like a worm, dragging Pike out the door desperately.

Not far away, a pair of black, fluffy, twisted claws stretched out of a bottomless whirlpool and pinched Pike's ankles.

The thing was so powerful and slender that the filthy, slender nails pierced the flesh of Pike's feet, shattering pieces of bone.

Countless evil and muffled whispers came from the dark four dimensions, and all kinds of strange and terrifying eyeballs, limbs, and even unexplained spirits piled up on Pike's outstretched left leg, and in a matter of moments, all that was left to eat was a pool of dry bones.

Pike snorted as he endured the great pain of his limbs being eaten raw, beads of sweat rolling down his beans, and in an instant his nerves told him the reality of the world outside his door with a touch called pain.

The greedy monsters outside the door were pulling his left leg, and Pike desperately held on to the door frame to stabilize his body, and between the two sides, Pike's left leg, which was only left with a bone frame, was simply pulled off.

Mr. Pike, the leader of the outlying mercenaries, sat on the cold marble floor, paying a terrible price for his left leg, to step back into the brightly lit courtyard again.

The moment Pike fell back into the courtyard, the whispering outside the store stopped abruptly, as if it had never been there, and all that could be heard was the long chirping of the cicadas in the deep backyard and the lazy meow of the felines from time to time.

But in the rectangular area framed by the door frame, those distorted, huge, and ugly faces spread out like flatbread and silently spread out against the barrier of the door, distorting as if many people were desperately squeezing their faces against a piece of glass. Even through the glass-like barrier, Pike could clearly feel the strong possessiveness and greed in the eyes of those things.

Since then, the leader of the Outer Mercenaries of the Thorny Outer has never tried to leave this strange little shop, he is a person who can adapt well, so he quickly gained the appreciation of the shopkeeper.

In order not to affect the neatness and cleaning of the basement, two days later, Hua Ye replaced Pike's missing left leg with a dog's forelimb, the length of which was much shorter than his right leg, and the joints were completely unhooked with humans, looking awkward and ghostly. Therefore, he walked up and down, like a lame, but the man of the shop liked it.

This lasted for two or three months, and Pike, who had settled in the basement under the self-hypnosis of human nature in a desperate situation, occasionally tried to find a meaning or a reason to continue this life.

He pondered for a long time, and suddenly realized that an awesome offer had smashed on his head - immortal!!

That's right, Pike was all but 'immortal' on the premise that he wasn't eaten by the monsters in the basement, was a ghost slave, was contaminated with drugs, or was nailed to the wall by the occasional whim-of-the-basement owner.

Of course, there are no immortal beings in this world, at least with the life level that Griffith can access now, there is no so-called immortal life form, and even the powerful demons will pass like dust after many years, not to mention the poor little reptile in the eyes of Pike, a high-level life.

But life is limited, and the resourceful or scheming demons have invented things to deal with time, and Diana Qibo is one of them.

……

When Griffith came to Diana Qibo again through the small branch on the island, the young shopkeeper Hua Ye was sadly drinking afternoon tea, when the warm sun was shining, for Hua Ye, who had already opened his store to Europe, this time was the summer solstice.

After a short drink, the two put on white coats and flesh-colored disinfectant gloves and walked into the basement.

Every Great Demon must be a polymath, in other words, an existence that has mastered at least one of the rules of the world. This seems to be a necessary condition for condensation into a big demon, and when a low-level creature evolves towards a high-level or even a big demon, it often chooses to transform in a world where the rules are completely mastered.

Griffith was born a great demon, and at the beginning of his birth, he was imprinted with the rules of that world, so he was able to master the rules and become a considerable erudite.

The saying that knowledge is power is not only common in human society, but also among the great demons of the Gulen era, is also prevalent.