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My time of death is nearing the end of my life......

Buckets of blood splattered from my enemies, creating a sea. I must now cross this sea in a boat made of their bones.

My sails are their skins......

It was their last breath that blew the sails......

I will gaze at this ocean and tell my story, for I will eventually receive mercy and forgiveness.

I await the order to put me to death, and I don't expect anything until I lose this life.

A monologue suddenly appeared in Feng Bujue's ears and seemed like rain, and when this passage appeared, all the other voices disappeared, and both of them sensed something from each other's faces, knowing that the other had heard the same thing.

When he had finished speaking, the surroundings were noisy and chaotic again, and the goblins stormed the door, some of them through the windows.

I don't understand what happened just now, but I don't have time to sit still and think about it right now. Feng Bujue helped her up like rain, took the lantern, and led her to the direction of the kitchen quickly.

As they approached the counter separating the kitchen from the cafeteria, the kitchen lights suddenly lit up, and a tall black figure stood behind the counter, staring at the two of them.

The monster's body was humanoid, but it had a pig's head, its exposed muscles were all pink, it was wearing a white vest and military pants, it had a belly, and the knotted muscles on its arms looked as hard as stones. The shape of this person feels like the second senior brother has finally succeeded in fitness, but at present, it seems that it does not have a nine-tooth nail rake or anything like that...............

Feng Bujue and Ruyu were only separated from this monster by a counter, and an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly struck, and they could all clearly feel that the terrifying aura emanating from this monster was much stronger than all the ghosts that surrounded it outside. Just standing face to face like this, that invisible deterrent was enough to make it difficult for them to move.

"Hello, I'm Oink." It actually said hello to them.

At this time, a large number of ghosts had successfully poured into the cafeteria, climbed over the tables and over the floor, and approached Feng Bujue and like rain.

Oinker tilted its pig's head and said in a voice that was neither high nor low behind the two players, "Get out of my turf, now!" He said the last two words in a more aggravated tone.

The goblins really stopped acting after these words, and they could only reluctantly glance at the two prey that had reached their mouths, and then left in a huff.

"Go there and sit down." When the ghost receded, Oinker pointed to the table closest to the counter, and motioned for Feng Bujue and Qiyu to sit down.

The two exchanged glances and reached a tacit understanding, and together they came over there, put the lantern on the table, and sat down facing each other.

There is no doubt that the fifth mission in the ballad has begun. What's more gratifying is that the plot related to this pig-headed uncle doesn't seem to need to be solved by fighting methods. Because judging from its murderous aura, even if both players are in a full state, fighting it is certain to die.

When Feng Bujue and like rain sat down, Oinker began to get busy. It took something out of the fridge and went over to the counter to wash and cut......

Jumping up and walking around rashly might have bad consequences, and Feng didn't want to take that risk, so he just straightened his neck and looked in. But the cooking table was close to the wall at the other end of the kitchen, and Oink's Roshan Demon-like body completely blocked his vision.

Listening to the sound, Oinker must have taken out two large pieces of meat from the freezer, removed the skin, chopped them into several pieces, and threw them into the soup pot that had been filled with water at noon.

As a person who cooks a lot, listening to the sounds and smells in this quiet environment can give you a rough idea of what the other person is doing.

People cook pigs such a thing, Feng Bu is familiar with it, and today it seems that the process of cooking pigs seems to be similar......

However, Feng Bujue has no experience in cooking human meat, and he doesn't know what that kind of broth smells like. Suppose Oink's two pieces of meat are cooked, one is of its kind, and the other is the same kind that Feng is unconscious, then the ballad "which bowl of human flesh and which bowl of soup"

I'm afraid you really have to "taste" to tell the difference.

Oinker is really exquisite, cooking carrots, onions, potatoes, celery, garlic, red wine, cream, bay leaves, all kinds of spices, etc., not to mention how his knife skills are, anyway, everything that should be put is put, and the fragrance wafting out shows that these two pots of soup are good in terms of seasoning.

Feng Bujue and Qiyu had no intention of getting up and running away, they both knew very well that it would not work, even if Oinker didn't stop them, after they got outside, the ghosts would not let them go. It is better to use the precious time to rest and hang the two-pot soup for more than an hour, during which Oinke has been busy, adding condiments and adjusting the heat from time to time, as if he has completely forgotten about the two players' savings.

This is a good thing for the injury like rain, after a long rest, from the menu, the state of [bleeding] has finally disappeared, and she no longer needs to continue to press the wound with her hands, but her survival value is still not much, only back to about 20.

Unlike stamina, the player's survival value restores very slowly, recovering at about one-tenth of the stamina. Passive skills, potions, and healing can all come in handy at this moment, but unfortunately, these two don't have either, and they can't do either.

Silence and silence are hotbeds of thinking, Feng Bujue has been thinking about things all this time, he reorganizes all the information he got after entering the script, analyzing the current situation and the meaning of the last ballad......

The name Oink, Feng didn't know he had heard before, but he couldn't remember when or where he heard or saw it. It took him more than half an hour to explore the attic of his brain before he finally unearthed the fragment of his memory.

Oink, the Butcher of Heaven.

Feng Bujue gradually recalled that the monologue he heard before was the words left by Oinker before he was executed.

It was a short comic that told a dark and heavy story, far more in-depth than this script in terms of content. It is estimated that the Oinker in front of him has little to do with the protagonist in the story, but the name and appearance are the same.

Maybe the system is trying to use this monster to satirize something? Feng couldn't help but think that Oink, the hybrid lifeform that used to send his kind to the slaughterhouse every day, had finally boiled the human beings who created himself and enslaved him, was this a very happy move......

A noise brought Feng Buyi's thoughts back, and he followed the sound to find that Oinker had turned off the fire and was filling two bowls with soup.