No matter how hard the body struggled to be slaughtered, it could not escape the fate of being slaughtered.

The arms of these lambs to be slaughtered were fixed to the sides of the narrow stone bed, and their legs and stomachs were imprisoned by heavy chains, and even their mouths were forced to be pulled open and tightly strangled with arm-thick chains.

A small knife glowing with cold light landed on his chest and slowly cut through the flesh, and fresh blood gushed out from under the skin one by one, flowing down the pale skin into the groove on the stone bed, and then along the path of the groove to the large wooden barrel under the foot of the bed.

The witch standing in front of the stone bed opened the skin bag to expose the beating heart, and with a blank face, he used the tools in his hand again to slowly take out the heart little by little, ready to replace these bodies with a new replacement.

The pain and fear made these bodies struggle instinctively, the bloodshot eyeballs were almost out of the frame, the green tendons all over the body were bursting one by one, and the skin strangled by the iron chain also left blood marks due to writhing.

They were angry, frightened, screaming and crying in their throats, tears and saliva were flowing from their upper bodies, and their lower bodies were filthy from incontinence.

Urine, feces mixed with viscous blood all flowed into the bucket at the end of the bed, which no longer knew how much body fluid had accumulated, because it was too late to replace, the viscous liquid slowly slipped across the barrel, and before the layer dried, it was covered with a new layer, forming pieces of black bumps hanging on the barrel wall, peeling off to the ground, leaving patches of semi-solid and semi-liquid black and red.

The smell of blood was rolling in the air, the space reverberated with the roar of chains, and the people on the stone bed showed the most terrible faces of humans, and the people in front of the stone bed were still well-dressed.

I don't know who the real demon is here!

Meng Er desperately swallowed the foreign body that kept churning in his stomach, and only looked at the back of the Great Witch, no longer looking at the shocking tragedy.

Chabu ignored it, quickly glanced at the Wu guarding the side and asked, "Where is Zhu Shui?"

"Back to Dawu, Zhu Shuiwu is in the corpse room. ”

Chabu nodded, and walked out on his own, turning to the house where the failed goods were stacked.

The house was cramped in comparison, not because it was small, but because of the mountains of corpses that were like garbage.

The pungent smell of rot rushed straight to the Tianling Gai, Meng Er unconsciously wrinkled his nose, and saw a woman in a red witch robe standing in the corpse pile, holding a bloody lump of flesh in one hand, rummaging for something.

"Zhu Shui. Chab shouted.

Zhu Shui was stunned when he heard the sound, turned his head to see Chabu at the door, and immediately showed a bright smile on his face, jumped off the pile of corpses and walked towards Chabu.

The blood accumulated on the ground had not yet completely coagulated, and as Zhu Shui stepped with a muffled "poof" sound, the hem of the red witch robe was already half wet, and the half-dry places were wrinkled unnaturally with her movements.

"Great Witch, Ann. Zhu Shui bowed, and when he raised his head again, the excitement in his eyes was undisguised.

Chab nodded and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Zhu Shui handed a ball of blood paste in his hand to Cha Bu as if he was present, "Go back to Dawu, I want to find a good-looking brain to keep." ”

Meng Er glanced at the ball of blood with white edges, and the cold air couldn't stop coming from his back.

Chab smiled, he was very satisfied with such Zhu Shui.

None of the original sacrifices were willing to return to the tribe, and they were all waiting for an opportunity to be valued by the Great Witch again and become witches, but unfortunately they had only one result, becoming witch puppets or puppets.

On the ninth floor of the Witch Tower, all eight sacrifices were tied to pillars, and on the stone bed lay the dead Wind Song.

Chaab personally sliced the body that was still warm little by little, and every time he took out a viscera, he would carefully examine it.

He was always lamenting why these objects were so alive, and why the gods had given these small and beautiful objects to humans and not to other creatures.

Just as he was enjoying the process, he accidentally glanced at one of the sacrifices, and there was no fear on her face, and there were no tears in her eyes, but she shimmered with a different light and longing.

Chabu brought the two eyeballs in his hand to the eyes of this sacrifice, "Is it pretty?"

Because it was gagged, the sacrifice could only nod its head.

Chab knew that this sacrifice had not deceived him, and in that obsessive gaze, Chab saw himself at the beginning.

"What's your name?" asked Chab, pulling out the balls from the sacrificial mouth.

"Back to Dawu, my name is Zhu Shui, and I am from Zhigan. ”

Since then, Chabu has arranged for Zhu Shui to go to the bottom of the Wu Pagoda and learn how to make witch puppets from other witches.

Zhu Shui's performance really didn't disappoint him, and in order to reward her, Chabu gave her Yun Ge, who had made a mistake, and asked her to try making dolls.

There is no doubt that Zhu Shui is talented, and the first time he made a doll was a perfect work. Not only that, but she is the only one of these witches who can breathe the dying body again, because the puppet must be kept alive to become the final product to be considered successful, and Zhu Shui's method greatly increases the number of dolls.

"Da Wu, the witch puppet you asked me to make called Mabu has been completed, and I have asked about something, do you want to go and see it?" Zhu Shui's voice was soft, and people couldn't associate those cruel things with her.

Chab shook his head, "It doesn't matter anymore. ”

Damba certainly didn't run away according to his original plan, and even if Mabu said it, it wouldn't help.

"That'...... When did you make those two people into a puppet, the ability to call Kanga is rare!" Zhu Shui asked.

Chabu looked darkly at the corner of the house, where there were two iron cages, and inside were Kanga and Gu Rong. He took Tang Ba to the Black Sun of Zhongao, and he sent people to arrest all the people related to Tang Ba.

At that time, he didn't know Tang Ba's plan, but he was worried about what tricks Tang Ba would play on the way to Zhongao, so that he could use these three people to contain Tang Ba, but he didn't expect the result to be like this!

Fortunately, Mabu is no longer useful, but these two people, especially Kanga, are still very useful.

If you let the fish take the bait, you have to have bait, he doesn't believe that Tang Ba won't come back!

"It's not time yet. Chaphu said.

The look in Zhu Shui's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then lit up again, pursing his lips and trying his best to hide the joy in his heart.

Chab continued, "You don't have to be here, I have something for you to do. ”

Zhu Shui ignored the blood stains on the ground at all, and knelt directly on the ground and said solemnly: "Dawu, I will do it well." ”

"You're going to do a good job. There was a sneer on the corner of Chabu's mouth, "I want you to go to the tribe and send all those who have the ability back to the Wu Tower alive, and those who don't have the ability ...... Kill them all. ”

Zhu Shui didn't have a trace of surprise, but said excitedly: "All?"

"All!" Chabu looked down at Zhu Shui, "From this day forward, you are my chief witch. ”

"Yes, Great Witch!"