Day and day, but as night.

The suffocating sensation of hell greeted them, and there were lying corpses everywhere, blood escaping from their wounds and staining the ground red.

Next to them was a group of laughing pirates, who had just finished enjoying their pleasure, drinking rum and talking about each other's glorious deeds back then.

"Back then, I killed my uncle's family with my own hands, and when I came out of the village, no one dared to stop me, you know, at that time, the eyes of our village chief, I still can't forget."

"What is this, isn't it just killing a few people, back then, Lao Tzu and I destroyed half of the village and slaughtered dozens of people, and in the end, those so-called navies didn't dare to chase after them."

"I didn't think you had ever done anything like this, I thought I was the only one."

"Haha, cheers."

"Here, cheers."

Massacre, killing, in their eyes is just a passing moment, the killing of the past is now a verbal conversation, as a pleasure, talk about it and pass.

Clinking glasses, drinking, gulping, one glass of wine is dry, then a second, a third.

They didn't know that danger had arrived, a demon was slowly crawling out of hell, and a figure appeared above the roof in the distance, wearing a very cute panda suit, with a panda hat on his head, and spots were slow.

On his feet he changed into a bunch of leather shoes, shoes that were disproportionate to his body, large and long.

He crouched down and sat on the roof, staring at the group of pirates in front of him, the fluttering pirate flags, the symbols carved on their bodies, faintly revealed, which were imprints from the depths of their souls.

It's them!

Finally found them!

Bartholomi the bear, our bear sits on it, smiling.

He raised his hand and fiddled with his hat, his eyes were empty, and the smile slowly disappeared, hidden in the depths of his heart, and the cold killing intent spread across the world with the wind.

"Huh? There is a murderous aura. ”

The pirates, who were drinking, felt the smell of danger, and their nerves suddenly lifted, and they stared around, but they didn't find anyone.

Shout!

The sound of breaking through the air rang in his ears, and the pirates who reacted quickly wanted to make a sound, but found that his body fell and cut off his breath.

One died, silently, followed by the second, then the third.

The murderer is like a ghost, wandering among the many pirates, a little, a touch, dead dead, flying away.

After one round of slaughter, there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground, all of them dying in the same way, their pupils dilated, and they did not blink to death.

The bear clapped his palms and calmly looked at the dozen or so pirates that remained in front of him, watching them with fear, panic, fear, despair, and trembling.

"You...... Who are you? ”

The brave pirate, trembling and asking about the fear in his heart.

"The one who killed you."

As soon as the words fell, the murderous machine rose, leaving only an afterimage, the pirate, stiffly turning his head, he saw it, he saw despair.

"No!"

In the screams, his body exploded, like a bomb, turning into powder.

There were no bones left, flesh and blood scattered all over the ground, and the pirates around him were splattered with blood, even the bears were also killed, and he hated rubbing his body and looked at the other pirates.

"It's your turn."

The words that came out slowly, slowly, three beats slower than ordinary people, the pirates did not dare to laugh, and retreated again and again, fear dominating their hearts.

"I ...... We are the Jackal Pirates, you ...... You....... ”

The Jackal Pirates, who are also famous in this area, were found by a little ghost and slaughtered more than a dozen people, but they had no power to resist.

This person's movements are fast, he can't catch the slightest shadow, let alone attack, and he doesn't even know how he died.

"I'm telling you, our captain will be here soon, and when the time comes, you...... Come to a sticky end. ”

When the pirate said of the captain, the fear in his heart dissipated a little, and when he saw that the bear did not move, he thought that he was frightened, and he continued to threaten: "Little ghost, I advise you to leave in the end, otherwise, you will regret it." ”

The bear looked up and glanced at him faintly, and the pirate couldn't move, as if frozen.

Immediately after, he smelled death.

"No......."

Shouting through his throat, he couldn't stop death from coming, and the bear's palm had already come down, facing his body, from top to bottom, shattering into powder and drifting away with the wind.

The ground was full of broken meat, and there was no intact piece in sight, and the blood on the ground was sprinkled one after another, which was very terrifying.

"Gollum."

"Gross."

"Gross."

The throat is rolling, the pirates have seen a lot of killing, and when they see it at this moment, they can't help but turn over the river and the sea.

One by one, their faces turned pale, and they turned around and vomited.

The bear frowned, he treated the beasts without mercy, killing them as if killing an animal.

The first step of killing people, he has passed, and now that he thinks about it, when he killed people, he did not have any discomfort or a trace of disgust, as if everything fell into place.

Naturally, let it be.

Bears sometimes wonder if they are inherently cold and have the ultimate contempt for life.

"Spit and spit and get used to it."

A pirate's pupils widened, and he waved his hand again and again, and the bear's ruthless palm slapped down, and it suddenly fell to the ground like rain.

Red, flowing red, permeated the ground, flesh and blood, blurring a piece of land.

"Bang bang."

Slap after slap, as simple as slapping an ant to death, shattered bones, and no bones remained.

The bear turned into a demon, and he became more and more proficient in the ability of the meat ball fruit, teleporting to the side of the pirate, slapping down one slap at a time, sending endless darkness.

Death covered this place in an instant.

When the bear stopped, there was no sign of anyone on the ground, leaving only a patch of blood red.

On the surrounding leaves, the remaining flesh foam is crumbling, the leaves can't withstand the gravity, bend down, and the meat foam falls to the ground, adding to the red.

Red, is bright, but also the slaughter of death.

The bear withdrew his hand and patted it gently, it was not stained with blood, but it was stained with sin.

Gloves, he subconsciously looked for gloves, found that he didn't bring them with him, and when he bought them just now, he forgot to buy them.

"It's too weak."

Weak enough for him to bother to do it, these minions, who were the culprits in the destruction of his village, died to atone for their sins.

He won't pity them.

"May you go to heaven."

Close your eyes and pray silently in your heart, heaven and hell are sometimes relative.

The bear was empty-handed, and there was nothing in the palm of his hand, which made him feel awkward.

Occasionally, he saw a shadow that came quickly, all the way to the dust, staying not far from him, staring at him angrily,

His eyes were familiar, just like he was at that time.