For the group of people around him who were watching the excitement, Su Cheng didn't take these people to heart at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If you want to watch it, the reason why these people are watching is nothing more than to watch a bloody life-and-death struggle, and the bloody scene can stimulate these people's adrenaline hormones and make them crazy.

It's like indulging in some psychedelic powder.

A more realistic thing is nothing more than wanting to see the winner or loser, the guy who claims to be the strong will look at the winner with a condescending attitude, and some opportunistic guys will try to see if they can tie it up, or find something valuable from the loser.

The big ghost smiled disdainfully, and took out a sharp knife from his arms, the blade was bright, the back of the knife was thick, and the spots on it were dotted, showing that this knife had definitely been bathed in blood for a short time.

The handle of the knife is worn, and there are a few copper coins inlaid on it, the copper coins are simple, and there is no trace of patina on the surface, showing that it is definitely used regularly, and the big ghost casually rolled up his sleeves.

There were countless scars on the forearm, and these scars crisscrossed like dead vines, one after the other.

The pink scar looks terrifying.

The big ghost didn't care at all, those cloudy eyes stared directly at Su Cheng tightly, cold but full of bloodthirsty light, and he could feel an indescribable oppressive force from it.

Then the big ghost's five fingers like steel claws moved slightly, and there was a crisp clicking sound, and then there was the basic movement of the villain thug they were familiar with, and they couldn't be more familiar with it, and they twisted their necks and moved their muscles.

The action of pretending to be forced by others is done by this guy, but it gives people a terrifying sense of oppression as the wild beast slowly gets up.

But in the face of this horror, Su Cheng's performance was not weaker than the other party at all, he slowly exhaled a breath, his arms drooped slightly, his body relaxed, and the smile on his face did not change at all.

If the current momentum of the big ghost is like a volcano that suddenly erupts, then Su Cheng is the bottomless sea.

The big ghost's sharp knife was grasped by his right hand, and he did not use the ordinary way of holding it, but stretched out his thumb and index finger, pressed the back of the knife and the knife surface tightly with the belly of his fingers, and held the remaining three fingers on the handle of the knife at parallel angles, so that he could tightly fix the nearly forty centimeters of pig-killing knife.

As soon as he got the knife, the butcher's eyes changed directly, and he no longer spoke, and his eyes were shining eagerly, as if he had seen his favorite thing.

To be precise, the butcher is indeed looking at his favorite thing.

The butcher's favorite thing is meat.

Pieces of fresh, bloody meat that were still steaming, and the eyes of the big ghost became much more eager.

He didn't know how many animals he had killed, he didn't know how many they had slashed their throats with the knife in his hand, and he didn't know how many animals he had skinned with his hands.

He had long forgotten how he had watched his grandfather handle livestock with curiosity, and at first, he was full of interest and pride.

But after ten years, he became numb and could not find his original passion at all, but at the same time his skills were soaring.

surpassed the skilled father, surpassed the grandfather who had long been ancient, and decades of slaughtering made his eyes slowly begin to transform.

I don't know when it started, what day it started, or it started with a certain blink of an eye, but when he was breaking down a fat pig, he suddenly found that the pig in front of him seemed to have become piece by piece.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, it was not his delusion, the whole pig became a piece by piece in his eyes, and when he cut down the border curiously, he suddenly found that it was very smooth, and he looked back at his results again, and the perfection was unimaginable.

The gap between the joints, which was only a few millimeters wide, was cut open smoothly by him, and his speed directly became several times faster.

No more groping, no more guessing, he saw it.

He was drunk that day, and at this time he found a doctor he knew, at first the doctor didn't believe it, but when the big ghost started, he completely believed it, and the big ghost who walked crookedly didn't need any observation and touch, just casually made a move to separate a little pig's bone and flesh smoothly

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Each piece is exactly the same, and there is not the slightest scratch on the bone.

In the end, the doctor could only give him an example of cooking and practice makes perfect, which is not uncommon, it is the result of countless experiences, and there are such cases in almost every country.

But the doctor's statement only solved the reason for this, but what to do in the future, no one told the big ghost.

When he walked out into the street, all he saw were clots of blood.

When he slept with the woman who had been stripped naked, he looked down and saw that the flesh was flying, the bones were dripping, and those bloody pieces of flesh were tempting him to hurry up, hurry up.

He became more and more agitated, no matter how he tried to find the young lady, he could not satisfy him, he felt his head swell day by day, his hands kept shaking, every cell in his body was chirping, hurry up, hurry up, come on, we need meat, we need living people, we want to chop people into pieces.

He regained interest, and every day he went out to search for targets one by one, and chose one by one.

A good chef picks ingredients, and so does he.

He stared at the living with the eager eyes he had never seen before, and finally one day he struck, and when he landed the first knife, an electric current hit his head from the soles of his feet, and his whole body seemed to be put into ice cubes, and his head became blank, and his whole body was temporarily de-strengthened.

That kind of exhilaration, as if the desire that had been pent up for decades was once vented, but he was caught red-handed and thrown into prison, and after entering Hexagon City, he didn't care if there was any danger at all, all he knew was that he wanted to kill people, and he wanted to use a pig-killing knife to turn people into pieces of meat.

From the moment he killed the first person, this guy became addicted, and the feeling seemed to go deep into the soul of the person, making people involuntarily repeat.

There are many stealers who have been killed by him in the past three years, and every few days he will catch a living person, and then cut it little by little until the other party becomes minced meat and cannot be distinguished.

All the humans he saw so far were minced meat, and all he had done was cut down the cracks.

"Hey, baby, don't be hungry anymore, I'll feed you in no time, flesh, flesh, flesh. ‘’