Wen Wen, who was grabbed by the neck, suddenly grabbed Old Mike's hand.

Old Mike sensed that something was wrong, this new employee was a little too calm, and it couldn't be the legendary 'witcher'.

At first, he didn't think of this stubble, because he had always 'kept to himself', and the objects that the witchers hunted were all monsters that jumped relatively well.

Anyone who expressed disdain for the witchers in public was executed in a very cruel manner by the witchers in public.

Thinking of this, Old Mike immediately increased his strength.

With his strength, even an iron ingot can be easily pinched and deformed, let alone human bones.

But his palm was grasped by Wen Wen's slender hand, and he couldn't continue to pinch it even with all his strength.

Wen Wen's fingers, like steel pliers, sank deep into Old Mike's palm, and his metacarpal bones cracked directly.

Then Wen Wen had a strange smile on his face, and broke his fingers one by one, and Old Mac let out a howl like killing a pig, but the crematorium was so remote that no one could hear his cry of pain.

Old Mike, who was in unbearable pain, pushed Wen Wen out hard with his other hand, Wen Wen flew out quickly, but when he landed, he was as light as a leaf.

He put his toes on the ground, and his body quickly rushed in front of Old Mike, and put his fingers together and poked Old Mike's throat, and he fainted instantly.

"Whew, that's it."

Wen Wen clapped his hands and looked at the fallen old Mike with a strange expression.

"It's going to be easy, and hopefully my makeup skills will fool those fools."

……

In the gloomy and cold cellar, hundreds of human corpses were neatly stacked.

There were men and women, old and young, all of whom had been cremated.

In the midst of the corpses, a bearded man wearing only underpants was bound by thick chains with small pieces of iron engraved with runes, so that the bearded man could not lift any strength.

The bearded man snorted lightly twice, opened his eyes, and his face changed drastically when he saw his situation.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

This bearded man is naturally Old Mike, his injuries have healed during the coma, the strength of this monster is far beyond that of humans, and as long as the brain is not destroyed, it will not die, and the rest can be slowly recovered.

In front of Old Mike, there stood a slightly thin old Mike, who had many wrinkles and spots on his face, and his eyes were smaller than the original Old Mike.

At first glance, it looks similar to old Mike, but if you look closely, you can see the flaws.

"You're blind, I'm pretending to be you." Wen Wen replied without hesitation.

Old Mac sneered and said, "Then your camouflage skills are really bad enough, you don't think you can hide it from others." ”

"Living corpses are monsters that have a very interesting trait, one day a month, they become emotionally unstable and have abnormal shapes, and they can't completely hide their form."

"I call this characteristic the aunt-in-law, and I can hide a lot of your acquaintances as long as I use this reason."

"And ......" Wen Wen paused: "The most important thing in disguise is not appearance, but temperament. ”

Wen Wen's body emitted billowing black smoke, and a terrifying and evil aura emanated from his body.

Old Mike was shocked, this guy in front of him was even more like a monster than him.

Seeing that the preparations were almost complete, Wen Wen was about to leave this cellar, and Old Mike called Wen Wen to stop.

"You didn't kill me, it must be of other use, as long as you can let me go, I'm willing to do anything."

Wen Wen stopped, his body trembling twice, and then burst out laughing.

"Cherish your last days, I'm going to starve you for five days, and then cut off all of your body, leaving only a head, for you to eat yourself."

After hearing Wen Wen's words, Old Mac shuddered, the living corpse needs to eat every day, if he doesn't eat for three days, he will lose his mind, according to Wen Wen's method, he may really eat himself.

Wen Wen smiled and said, "I didn't want to do this, but you said that you like to eat raw, so I'll let you eat yourself." ”

Old Michael trembled and asked, "At that time, I want to say that I like to eat cooked ......."

"Oh, then kidnap a monster and have him cook your body before feeding it to you." Wen Wen pushed open the cellar door and walked out: "It's great that you like to eat raw, otherwise I will have to catch extra monsters." ”

The heavy iron door closed, and old Mike felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

There was food everywhere, and he could only endure the hunger until it swallowed him up, and then came to an end.

This new demon hunter is probably the most evil existence since the appearance of Aran City.

Some of the powerful monsters hidden in the city are as pure as maidens compared to this one.

……

With the identity of Old Mike, Wen Wen's actions were much easier, and he came to the manor outside the city again.

After the guard saw Wen Wen, he stretched out his hand to stop Wen Wen and said gently: "I'm sorry sir, I can't let people in until the meeting starts." ”

Wen Wen glanced at the guard, and the cruel and cruel look made the guard shudder.

"I'm coming for Istan, I can't go in, you just call him out."

After listening to Wen Wen's request, another guard hurriedly went in to inform him, and after a while, a fat goblin with a golden sack on his back and less than a meter tall walked out of the manor and looked at Wen Wen proudly: "It's you who came to me." ”

Wen Wen immediately changed his smile and pulled Istan into the corner.

"I'm here this time to talk to you about a business."

"What business?" Istan was impatient.

"That's right, tomorrow's meeting will definitely need a lot of living people for food." Wen Wen showed the look of a profiteer: "But the cost of living people is too high, I have hundreds of accumulated corpses here." ”

Istan 's eyes lit up, the conference organizers had indeed given him a lot of money to buy living people, and he would reap a lot of benefits if he could exchange them for corpses.

"No, no, the corpse doesn't taste good." Istan pretended to excuse himself.

Wen Wen stepped forward: "Believe me, I promise that I won't have a problem eating, but this requires me to personally dispose of the corpse before the meal, you know, I am a living corpse, I have a way to make the corpse fresh in a short time." ”

Istan suddenly said: "I remember, you are the old Mike of the crematorium, I don't have to worry about you to operate it." ”

After some conversation, the two happily came to an agreement, and Istan didn't notice the loophole in Wen Wen's words, and he felt that it was normal for a living corpse to bring a corpse to life.

Two hours later, Wen Wen was dressed in pink gauze and hired people to carry the corpses of a dozen wagons to the manor.