An abandoned slaughterhouse in the western part of Twilight.

It was here that Wendy died.

And now, on the gate that Wendy had used once was another person, Park Sang-ha, lying on his stomach, his limbs had all been removed, and only his body and head remained.

Chino, Lugo, Baixa, Palatin, and a group of elite soldiers are here.

Chino wears airtight clothes, a hood, and even a bird's beak mask on his face, as if he doesn't want to contaminate the foul air.

With a wave of his hand, he motioned for Lugo and the others to leave.

In the bloody basement, only he and Park Sang-ha are left, and after the application for unlimited dialogue is approved, the two can communicate normally.

Park Sang-ha grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth: "You are a beast raised by Xiba, but you really have the ability to play me around." ”

Chino: "How does it feel to be prey?" ”

"Heh, hehehe...," Park Sang-ha laughed maniacally, "Want to know?" Why don't you ask that little cub, I chopped it into more than a dozen pieces, she kept shouting there before she died~ Woo woo ~ I want to go home ~ hee hahahaha!! Xiba's laughter made me die!! ”

Behind the beak mask, Chino's amber eyes narrowed into a crescent moon with a smile: "Are you trying to make me angry?" ”

As soon as he saw Chino's smiling eyes, Rao is a murderer like Park Sang-ha, he couldn't help but feel chills in his heart, the muscles on his face twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You can laugh at this, how many people have you killed..."

Chino asked rhetorically, "How many people have you killed?" Past lives, plus the world of reincarnation. ”

Park Sang-ha had a cold face: "I can't remember, there are hundreds." ”

Chino: "Well, it's almost my halfway. ”

"West Eight... Is this meeting an expert? Park Sang-ha sneered, "What if you catch me?" You're going to peel off my skin, gouge out my eyes, and pour salt water on it? Come on, dog thing! My Uncle Park Sang-ha is not afraid of pain at all, do you think you can torture me to death?! ”

Chino smiled helplessly: "Please, I have to pay for slow processing, 300,000 US dollars for 24 hours, 20% off per month, you want to experience it without paying?" It's too good to think about. ”

"You're pretending to be a Nishiba! Oh Mom! West Eight Plaster! he~tui！ tui！ Park Sang-ha was so angry that he kept spitting at Chino, but the two were so far away that they couldn't spit at all.

Chino: "Actually, it is generally believed that there are many life experiences that can be unearthed in an antisocial personality like yours, but in fact, people like you are carved out of a template - a simple family of origin, a tragic childhood, long-term bullying, emotional frustration, and finally a repressed inner outburst, from reason to numbness, sliding into the abyss - are some boring stories that have long been tired of hearing. ”

Park Sang-ha scolded: "What's the matter, it has something to do with you?!" ”

"It's none of me, I didn't like dealing with antisocial personalities before, because people like you don't usually like to be clean." The smile in Chino's eyes faded slowly, leaving a deep gaze that was barely in focus, "But you shouldn't spoil my kitchen." ”

"Hee-ha-ha-haha-ha!!" Park Sang-ha suddenly burst into a maniac laugh, laughing so much that his throat was hoarse, "I kind of understand... Interesting... You're a funny dog! Hey, boy, how about letting me go? Come with me and kill people, you must like this, let's kill together. ”

Chino: "I'm not a pervert like you, why do you like to kill?" ”

"You call me a pervert???" Park Sang-ha kept shaking his head, smiling and muttering to himself, "He said I was perverted... This pervert actually said that I was a pervert..."

Chino: "I'm curious, is there anything in this world that can break you?" ”

Park Sang-ha showed a hideous smile: "No, I'm a demon!" Demons never crumble! ”

"Demons never say they are demons." Chino smiled and asked, "What about your brother, will it break you?" ”

The sinister smile on Park Sang-ha's face gradually disappeared, and his expression sank: "Anyway, he has been killed by you, and I killed him with my own hands." ”

Chino: "What if you don't die?" Give you another chance, will you kill him with your own hands? ”

Park Sang-ha scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about in Seohha?!" ”

Chino raised his right hand, and Park Sang-ha was stunned when he saw it.

This guy's right hand was obviously broken yesterday, why is it intact now?

Even if it is a medical treatment, it should not be recovered so thoroughly.

Soon, Chino revealed the answer, he took out a sealing potion from the space ring, and said: "Phoenix serum, you reincarnators should be no strangers, it can catalyze cell activity and allow injuries to heal at a super speed, known as the 'second life of the reincarnation', I injected this for your brother." ”

Park Sang-ha had a bad premonition: "Dog mongrel, what do you want to do?!" ”

Chino: "I'd like to play a game with you." ”

"Click." Chino snapped his fingers, and Lugo walked in with Park Woo-ho, who had also had his limbs removed, and placed him on another guillotine.

Park Woo-ho's eyes were hollow, and he said sluggishly: "Brother, I'm so hungry, I want to eat people again, but now that I look back, it's actually quite delicious." ”

Park Sang-ha roared, "Hey! West Eight! What are you doing?! West Eight..."

He struggled desperately, but because he had no hands or feet, it was useless to struggle, so he could only try to gnaw the ground with his teeth, and move himself a little bit, but he didn't move far like a crippled dog and was kicked back into place by Lugo.

Lu Ge fixed Park Woo-ho, and then Park Sang-ha, pulled out a section of the severed rope of the two, and tried to pull it.

"Hiss-hiss-" The guillotine's blade moved in response, rubbing up and down, making a rough sound.

After confirming that there was no problem, Lu Ge smirked and stuffed the rope of Park Sang-ha's guillotine into Park Woo-ho's mouth, and then stuffed Park Woo-ho's rope into Park Sang-ha's mouth.

Chino: "Now, you each bite the rope of the guillotine, and whoever can't bite it first will fall off and cut off the other's head." So the question is, does the elder brother love the younger brother more, or does the younger brother love the elder brother more? ”

Park Sang-ha bit the rope desperately, and the foul-smelling saliva kept overflowing from his mouth, and he grinned and roared: "Park Woo-ho! You hold me up! West Eight! We've got a month to go, and we're going to bite like that for a month!! ”

"Click." Chino snapped his fingers again, "Let her in." ”

Soon, a woman was brought in, and Park Sang-ha's eyes widened when he saw this person.

It was none other than Wendy's mother, Faphore.

Chino walked over and handed over a knife: "I keep my promise to you." Now, the murderer's life is at your disposal. You can cut the rope right now and let their heads hit the ground; You can also put down the knife and let them torture each other like this. ”

Faphora clutched the knife tightly, his face full of irrational anger, and pressed the knife against the rope...

"Nishiba! West Eight! No! Allow!! Cut!!! Park Sang-ha howled frantically, and the green tendons on his forehead were about to explode.

Favran cut halfway, her hand slowly stopped again, Park Sang-ha's howl lingered in her ears, the hatred in her eyes became more and more intense, and finally silently withdrew the knife.

After a long silence, she returned the knife to Chino, and said with a cold look in her eyes: "Let them be tortured here, Wendy's despair before she died, I want them to taste it a hundred times!" ”

Chino nodded and accompanied Faflan away.

At this time, Lugo seemed to remember something, and walked over and spat on Park Sang-ha's face: "he~tui!" Dare to spit on your grandfather? Let's eat grandpa's saliva! ”

After Lugo left, all that remained in the basement was the heavy breathing of the Park brothers.

Park Sang-ha's forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, his face was red, his whole person was glaring angrily, and a muffled voice came out of his throat: "Hold on!" Park Woo-ho, we have to live, and we can't let that dog thing get its way!! ”

Because his teeth had been bitten for too long, his jaw kept chattering, the rope was a little loose, and the gate knife on Park Woo-ho's head began to crumble, as did the one on his head.

The hunter has become the prey again...

No.

A hunter was never a hunter.

The execution ground set up by the devil is full of despair.

"Brother..."Park Woo-ho kept twisting his body and made a deformed sound, "I... I can't bite it..."

"Hold on! Hold!! Yes!!! Mommy save me!!! "The self-proclaimed devil has finally collapsed.

Park Woo-ho wailed, his teeth slipped, and the rope slipped out of his mouth.

"Click!" The gate knife fell, slashing through Park Sang-ha's neck without delay.

When Park Sang-ha's head hit the ground, the rope in his mouth was loosened at the same time.

"Click!" Park Woo-ho's head was also cut off.

The two twisted heads collided together, eventually twisting and deforming, burning into sparks.