That said, the cult of Cain did mention Lilith as if she were Cain's opposite, as if she were the evil witch.

The book of Ergias says that she was the mother of darkness and guided Cain to face the darkness for real. Given the high probability that this ancient book was written by Cain, it should be true.

So what? I'm so anxious about the debts and food of the Crying Village, whether Lilith fed Cain, or Cain sucked Lilith, I have little interest.

When I asked Michael how he could solve the food shortage, he said, "The number of people in black coffins is nearly 100 times that of crying, and we are facing the same crisis ourselves." ”

I hurriedly said: "There must be a plantation in the black coffin, otherwise how can so many people eat?" Can you show me around? ”

Michael said, "There is no secret between you and me, come on, Legang, and let us accompany the fishbone to uncover the mysterious mystery." ”

Le Gang smiled: "There are words first, this mystery is not glorious. ”

My dear friends, you don't know how filthy and despicable I am willing to be for this wish.

My natural nobility has been vanished by Belel's possession, and now I am so low that even I am afraid.

It was on the ninety-ninth floor, a plantation, and thanks to the miraculous action of the ember crystals, the heat was sent to the floor, and the crops here were growing well.

The tree I can't name bears white fruit, like apples, but it smells of blood.

"This plantation was created by Tiphon, and here she grows this 'white lover' fruit," says Michael. ”

I said, "But these fruits are far from enough for the population of the black coffin, and even one floor may not be satisfied. ”

"Lady Tifeng has a mysterious recipe for blending white lover fruit into blood, which tastes terrible, but keeps the Bloods alive and dispels our bloodthirsty tyranny," Michael said. Although the nobles are reluctant to drink such annoying things, in fact, we can survive without humans. ”

I hurriedly said, "I'm not asking how the Bloods survive, but how humans are fed." ”

Le Gang replied: "Please don't worry, my friend, you may not like the next scene." ”

Walking through the plantation, we came to the ninety-sixth floor, a heavily guarded farm, with houses made of black wood, in which I heard the cries of cattle and sheep.

I asked Legang, "Remember that slaughterhouse in Missouri?" ”

"You don't have to worry about the living people in there," Legang said. ”

The living are not terrible, but I am afraid that they are full of dead people, and then, because of my strict sense of justice, I had a disagreement with these two best friends, and finally got into a quarrel and drew a knife against each other. I kidnapped Sosa, Michael turned Lamia into a blood family, and we formed a blood feud, and the situation became irreparable.

But things won't develop like this, the plot won't be so bloody, my sense of justice is pitifully cheap, we are all laymen, and there is no bottom line that cannot be crossed. At the end of the day, we're all just trying to make a living.

As we walked into the dark wooden building, which looked like a warehouse, I saw six big-shouldered and round-waisted people surrounded by cattle, sheep, pigs, and other livestock, like drunken hillbilly farmers, with a large kettle in their hands, and every now and then they took a sip, and then they squeezed the blood out of their fingers and dripped it on the animals.

The animals became agitated and swelled, and they found mates and went about their frenzied reproduction, as if they would die if they didn't.

Why should I look at these? And why do you feel a little stimulated?

It's the magic of the Bloodline.

The peasants nodded their heads when they saw Le Steel, and continued to be busy.

There was no doubt that there was blood in the jug, the artificial blood of Tifeng, and they indulged in its taste like drunkards, and then used the blood of wild beasts to urge the animals to multiply, and even caused them to change in size drastically, and I saw a pig worth twice the size of the usual.

"It's a kind of admonition from Ganger to get the animals to do exactly what we want, and you can think of this as a super ranch with four hundred new animals a week," Legang said. The difference is that the animals are not fed the genetically modified feed, but the divine blood of the blood clan. ”

Michael pointed to the farmer and said, "These venerable Gangers are the food and clothing parents of the black coffin humans. ”

"We Ganger prefer to work with animals," Legang said. ”

Michael laughed, "My brother, you're one of the odds. ”

Legang: "Because I was a wolfhound bred in Missouri. ”

I couldn't stand it, my fragile stomach almost couldn't bear it, I used to eat everything when I was scavenging, but now, I've become as picky as Lamia.

I escaped from the feedlot, and they followed. I asked, "These pork, mutton, and beef all have demon blood in them, and humans will be fine if they eat them?" ”

"All I know is that these meats are very popular and popular," Le Gang said. ”

"Even if it's pork and mutton masquerading as mutant cockroach meat, humans will pretend not to know, survival is the greatest human instinct, and for that they will endure all suffering, won't they?" ”

I asked miserably, "Is this what the black coffin sold to crying?" ”

Michael said, "As far as I know, yes. ”

"Isn't that going to turn humans into ghouls?"

Le Gang shook his head and said: "The demon blood in it is minimal, the black coffin has existed for many years, human beings are born, old, sick and die, everything is as usual." You don't have to worry too much. ”

I know that this is the only way, extraordinary times, extraordinary means, food hygiene has become a fantasy. We can only pollute first, and then clean up. At least these Bloods are trying to save humanity, a thousand times better than if I was helpless in the face of a food dilemma.

What's even more tragic is that even with these demonic blood creations, there is no more black coffin to sell to me, even if the weeping population is only a fraction of the black coffin. The population of the Black Coffin is also growing.

"We are also thinking about it, but we don't have the magic to feed thousands of people with five loaves and two fish," Le Gang said. ”

I suspect that even if the Son were alive, such a miracle would not have occurred, this is an absurd age.

Michael said, "Sousa, he would love to see you." ”

"Ah, of course, I should have met him too, how is my dear godson doing?"

"He's still very hardworking, and you should be pleased to see it," Michael said. ”

I asked Le Gang again: "What about Narre?" ”

"He made a name for himself in the Rangers and grew up very quickly. Since the last incident, he has become even harder. ”

Alas, these young people make me feel like I am growing old rapidly, and what is even more enviable is that their youth will stop forever.

I went to visit my godson, and Sousa was still sixteen years old, with longer hair and a weaker look. But his appearance will not change for the rest of his life.

I hugged him and kissed him on the forehead, a pure, loving gesture that showed a sense of secrecy, sacredness, like a baptism, a kind godfather, a godson, a beautiful picture that only a medieval church would have. Everyone who believes in it will have tears in their eyes at such a scene.

Sosa asked, "Well, godfather, you've been kissing my forehead for five minutes, can you let go?" Also, can I not lick it? I always find it weird. ”

I let go of him and said, "Don't think about it, it's just a holy blessing." "Luckily I'm wearing baggy pants and he can't see the rest of the clues, otherwise I would have been chased out of the door by Michael again.

Alas, what a sin to be added to it, there is no excuse.

The hateful Belel, who left the nature of his dregs in my heart.

Mankind, there is a devil in your nature.

Sosa laughed, "Okay. ”

Sosa and I walked on the lawn, talked about his solitary life, and asked me about the outside world. I told him everything about the village of Weeping, and told him about the discovery of the Ergia papers.

"Is that right," he asked. ”

"What's right?"

Sosa said, "The strong will eventually dominate the weak." If strong enough, even the cursed can become gods who rule over humanity. ”

I said, "It's chicken soup for the soul." ”

Sosa's eyes widened and she asked, "Chicken soup for the soul?" ”

I said, "It's just that kind of ambiguous, vague motivational phrase, but it doesn't really work for anything, it's like warm chicken soup, and it's pitifully nourishing." In fact, life is not that simple, ruling is not so simple, and becoming a god is even more troublesome. ”

Sosa asked, "Is there any trouble in the village?" ”

I told him about the troubles in my life, the ferocious storms, the shortage of the population, the dwindling food, the debt disputes with the black coffin. Oops, wasn't it me, the godfather, who enlightened this child? Why is he enlightening me now? Will he think I'm too incompetent? Becoming disrespectful to me?

Sosa said: "At the beginning of the exile of the human race, the world was full of malice, but later, they continued to multiply in the world, and neither wild beasts nor divine punishment could exterminate them. ”

I laughed and said, "If the first humans were monsters like Abel and Cain, I think pioneering must be as easy as shopping." ”

Sosa said, "Godfather, as you said, the world is complicated, and even the strongest people will have troubles. Like you, there are few enemies in the world that you can't deal with, but you still don't have peace. ”

He said this to me, as if I was really as strong as Belle. It's a good feeling to be a scammer, and the pleasure of vanity is addictive.

I said, "Son, it may be more enjoyable to talk to you every week." Don't you feel lonely when you're imprisoned at home? ”

He replied, "No, I can endure it, and I am not alone." I will look forward to the moment you come until your dreams come true. ”

He really seemed to worship me like Cain, and maybe he was right, Longinus was not much different in essence from Cain. We are all cursed for the murder of the saints, and we are all bloods that have been turned into nothing.