"Squeak!" When the bright blade of the cutting knife was only seven or eight centimeters away from the door in front of me, the machine made a sharp and piercing sound, and the two mechanical hands carrying me stopped in mid-air.

Yes, I, Lin Feng, did not die. Hum! I disappointed you again, and said very arrogantly, how could I, Lin Feng, who have the aura of the protagonist, be killed by the pig killing knife so easily.

Sweat mixed with pickled urine ran down my trouser legs to the top of my feet, and then down the surface of my feet all the way to the conveyor belt, until it mixed with the blood of the pigs.

It turns out that there are people in this ghost place, and I haven't seen it until now. Behind me, just above the hole that connects life and death, there was a white-lit workshop, one

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