The bald man squatted at the entrance, reached out and twisted the dirt chips that had been lifted away, and immediately grasped the black horn on his waist with a roll of his eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But before he could make any more movements, a shadow suddenly appeared in the lush wheat bushes in front of him.

Overwhelmed, the tide-like illusory tentacles instantly submerged him and bound him into a giant cocoon.

Then the sound of sour gums and insects and ants gnawing at flesh sounded. After a few moments, the phantom limb retreated like a swarm of snakes, retracting into the body of a young man with his eyes closed.

And the bald man was left with a shriveled body covered in skin and bones.

At this moment, the young man suddenly opened his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the village a hundred meters away, his figure flashed, and then quickly disappeared in place.

Towards noon, the rainbow light on the horizon dissipated, and the scorching sunlight peeked out of the clouds.

The town of Fergila is calm and eerie in the sun.

In a circle of farmland near the town, crops are sloping from east to west, overgrown with weeds, and there is not a single figure in sight.

In the town, there is no smoke curling from the old cooking, chickens and dogs are barking, and the old farmers who sit on low stools in front of the simple thatched huts to bask in the sun do not know where to go.

Only muddy country roads, with the occasional puddle of dried blood peeking out of the tall haystacks.

For example, blood-colored palm prints.

In a wooden house.

A pair of cloudy pupils peered through the cracks in the rotting wooden wall, silently watching the pair of palm prints.

His name is Downton, the mayor of Fergera, a middle-aged man of forty years old, and a father of three.

However, at the moment his hair was disheveled, covered with blood stains, and his pampered face was thin and out of shape, his expression was dull, and his eyes were empty without the slightest emotional fluctuation, like a soulless puppet.

But the wrists and ankles that were bruised by the thick hemp rope kept rubbing on the cold ground as if they were venting.

Like a patient with a mad episode.

"Stop!" angrily scolded, a barefoot with black hair kicked Downton in the back.

Kicking it twice, while kicking, the hideous big man cursed with foul language in his mouth.

The latter curled up like a boiled shrimp, his body twitching, his face contorted with pain. However, he could only stumble, crying out like a child with an incomprehensible meaning. Occasionally, his mouth opened, revealing a tongue that was mostly missing.

His tongue was pulled out, let alone crying for help, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

The big man gasped for a long time, squatted down and grabbed the middle-aged man's clothes, his eyes were mocking, his lips sneered and spit thick phlegm, "Despicable race, it is your honor to be the food of the great Guinsian clan." Make noise to Uncle Ben again, make noise until I sleep, believe it or not, I killed you alive!"

Downton looked at the ugly man who was close at hand, as if he remembered some painful experience, and tears the size of beans slid down his eyes.

The big man was interested again, and leaned in front of Downton's face to stare closely at the change in his expression, "Anyway, your three little are really tight-skinned and have tender muscles, which still make me remember it vividly." The man stuck out his scarlet tongue in disgust and licked his lips in disgust.

"But the best thing is your woman, worthy of the mayor's wife, that skin and body are more flavorful than the little country woman, we dozens of brothers have been playing for a long time, and we are still unsatisfied. ”

"It's just that she is a little stubborn and unwilling to submit to the great Guins, so she can only let her accompany those three little things. ”

"Phew!" Downton spat at him, his bloodshot eyeballs looking like they were about to burst out. As a result, a filthy foot came to his face again, kick after kick, causing him to wail, his mouth and nose crooked, and his entire head splattered like a ripe tomato with a bright red viscous blood foam.

It wasn't until his wailing became weaker and weaker, and his breath was dying and half-dead, that the big man stopped happily.

"I'm hungry. Mao Hand touched his swarthy belly, "Old thing, hurry up and enjoy the rest of the days." ”

With that, the cannibal hurried out of the room.

In the whole room, only the sound of Downton's lungs pumping as hard as a broken bellows could be heard.

I don't know if the injury is too serious and on the verge of death, Downton's mind flashes back to the scene half a month ago.

In the middle of the night, the town of Fergera is quiet, and the townspeople are asleep.

A group of blood-drinking beasts lurked in the shadows, quietly launching an attack that enveloped the town.

More than a dozen guards and hundreds of townspeople were killed or wounded in an instant.

Perhaps it was cruel and deterrent, or perhaps it was purely for fun, the monsters dressed in human skins disemboweled the dead bodies in front of the surviving townspeople.

In the days that followed, the fate of the survivors became even more tragic. Just as humans are accustomed to raising livestock, these demons feed them as if they were animals in their former rooms.

Every two or three days, the devil kills some of the "livestock" to eat.

Now that more than half a month has passed, the whole town has been eaten. Most of the townspeople have been reduced to graveless bones.

Ironically, there is enough food in the town, and the farmland is full of green vegetables. But the devils turned a blind eye to this and ate only the flesh of people and animals.

The most painful thing for Downton is the continuous differentiation and persuasion of the cannibals, through both physical and mental pressure, to let the women of the town join the Guins, in order to alleviate the plight of the lack of women in the cannibal tribe.

Downton witnessed his wife being humiliated by a group of savages, and then forced to kill the townspeople and devour human flesh. But she did not obey, so she was skinned and deboned, and reduced to cooked meat in a kettle.

Downton's three well-behaved children did not escape the fate of being cooked.

However, not all survivors are hard-core.

"Why am I still alive?"

The sadness was extreme, and when he was dying, he seemed to have a hallucination in front of his eyes, and he actually saw a young man with black hair and black eyes and a tall figure.

The young man's compassionate gaze re-rippled his stagnant heart.

"Report ...... ...... hatred"

There was no sound, just dry lips quivering. But the youth responded to him.

"Life is better than death, let me free you!"

Rodin reached out and closed Downton's cloudy pupils, and phantom limbs poured into his body, sucking up flesh and extracting memories.

After a few moments, he noticed the progress in the Blood Spirit, which became 10/100. A Black Iron Cannibal, plus Downton, provides less than two points of progress.

The flesh and blood were exhausted, and Downton's illusory and transparent soul floated into the air, bowed pleading at him, and after receiving a nod of promise, it turned into a streamer and shot in the direction of the Spirit Tomb of St. Gallen.

Rodin's eyes in the wooden house glowed red, and his blood-colored senses activated, and the scenes within a radius of ten meters were all clear.

Across the wall, a dense mass of cannibals poured out of the dotted dwellings, and several townmen tied up in large flaws were carried to the clearing in the middle of the town and placed in piles of timber piled up on platforms.

The townsfolk looked numb and sluggish, showing no mood swings, and let the cannibals tie them up to a few erect logs.

The cannibals below surrounded the city and cheered, waving the bone weapons in their hands, their faces full of fervor and longing.

Such a scene is like another world, where medieval obscure beings, judge witches.