The third prince is dead?

Martin was so shocked that he forgot to struggle.

The wanted dog was clearly pointing at me, but I didn't kill him, did I?

Martin felt that he had been framed, but he was already a fugitive, and now that he was saddled with the life of a prince, no one would believe him at all.

While he was thinking about it, he felt the people around him enter a room and stop.

As soon as he entered the room, Martin smelled a thick smell of blood because of his excellent sense of smell.

Then, the voice of a man who sounded like he was drunk rang out:

"Bags... Hiccup... Put it down. The man hiccuped.

"You ...... Go to the 'Baggage Canteen' to find ...... Luya takes the money. ”

"Remember...... You guys... Haven't been here. ”

The man looked drunk, but I don't know if it was because the blood in the room was too heavy or for some other reason, Martin didn't smell the smell of alcohol around him.

A few men complied, and the door was closing, and Martin heard a stumbling footstep approaching, and the opening of the bag was untied by a man in a red apron.

He picked up Martin's limbs and lifted him out and placed him on the board next to him.

The board had been cleaned, but a large pool of old blood could still be seen, dark red and glaring.

This man had a big belly like many middle-aged people Martin had seen in his previous life, but his belly was more exaggerated than Martin had ever seen, and the apron almost didn't fit around his waist.

Martin noticed a symbol drawn in the middle of his apron, which was a metal fork, and at the end of the fork, crossed an eyeball, which was staring at him because of its position.

He had a chill down his spine.

And when the man had placed him on the board, he bent down and carried a bucket and poured it on the table in front of Martin.

That's a lot of food, meat bones, bits and pieces of lamb and beef, fish bones... The strong, oily smell hit Martin's nose, and his stomach pouch began to squirm and gurgle.

But his human reason told him that these were just dog food, and in fact, although the food he had eaten in the [Mercury Spring] in the past few days was not abundant, it was also human food such as bread and cream, and even a meal of pickled pork.

Just when he didn't understand what the strong man was going to do, the man took out some food again and put it in front of Martin.

Smoked bacon, cured pork, brioche bread, eggs...

Martin swallowed involuntarily.

He hadn't seen so much meat since he had come to Cavides, let alone eaten it, and his appetite was successfully aroused, and he moved his head slightly, and his nose stirred to sniff the rich aroma a few times.

"Hey, hey... And lo and behold... It's fragrant... Isn't it..."

The strong man flipped through the food on the table and muttered to Martin in a slurred voice, which he seemed to crave as well.

But instead of stuffing the food into his mouth, he picked up a bone chopping knife from the side, wiped it a few times with an oil-stained rag, and then touched the blade with his hand, looking not very satisfied.

He walked over to the table by the wall, took out a whetstone, and began to sharpen it.

"Whew... Boom..."

The grinding of metal against the sandstone was heard constantly, and the tip of the knife slashed across the whetstone, emitting a long tail note.

The voice became sharper and sharper, Martin's appetite disappeared instantly, and listening to the sound not far away, he could imagine that the blade of the bone chopping knife was sharpened thinner and thinner.

Fear spread from Martin's brain to his limbs, and he began to struggle desperately, but the rope grew tighter and tighter, and a low roar came out of his throat.

He felt more and more angry, and a familiar heat in his chest came again, as if it was about to leak through his body.

At this time, he noticed that there was a flickering color on the beams on the roof of the house.

It was a red mist, different from the scarlet color of the previous Sihian, this mist was a dark red like blood, cloudy and heavy, like an undercurrent surging like the sea under a full moon.

The mist slowly moved from the beam to directly above the man in the red apron, who picked up the knife and scraped the blade with his thumb again before turning around.

The red mist swooped down from the beams, and a flash of silver light flashed, and the man's body shook twice and softened.

The strange thing is that the man did not fall immediately, as if he was dragged by the red mist behind him, and was slowly placed on the ground.

Martin watched all this, and the heat in his chest gradually subsided.

He saw another flash of silver light on the top of the man's head, it was a thin sword, very slender and tenacious, and this time it was probably stabbed directly from the top of the man's head to the stomach pouch.

The rapier was tucked into the red mist, and Martin realized that it was a man.

He wears a mask painted with oil paint, which is somewhat shabby, with several strips of black tape pasted over his eyebrows and chin. The lower part of the left side of the face appears to be broken, and it has been patched with wooden planks of different materials, and then glued with black tape.

Strangely, the nose in the middle of the mask protruded out of proportion, so much so that the hood that the man was wearing protruded.

He was dressed in a black hooded robe, covered with robes, and wore black gloves on his exposed right hand.

His burgundy hair was draped out of his hood, and his long straight legs were faintly peeking out from under his black robe, and Martin recognized it as a woman.

"What... Is this the difficulty of [Gray Wool]? What the club guys think, this task is obviously very simple. ”

The woman's voice came from behind the mask, and together with the mask with the big nose, it formed a scene of disobedience.

She stabbed Johnny lying on the ground with her sword again, and came to Martin's side after making sure there was no movement.

"Dalmatian? It's pretty good... I heard that the [pea broth] at the 'Baggage Cafeteria' is very special, is it actually made with dog meat..."

Martin saw the woman coming, and he felt an instinctive urge to open his mouth to scream.

I saw that the woman stretched out her left hand and covered his dog's mouth, and then made a "shhhhhh

On closer inspection, Martin noticed that the woman was wearing a black silk shirt with unbuttoned buttons, revealing a white flower chest with a rose-shaped tattoo looming in it.

He wanted to scream but couldn't, and wagged his tail at the instinctive urging.

"What's the reaction......" he reined in his tail, feeling ashamed.

Seeing this, the woman's face behind the mask seemed to smile, and she pinned the sword to her waist, and was about to untie the ropes on Martin's feet.

"Gollum...."

At this moment, with a strange wriggling sound, Johnny on the ground suddenly let out a dull roar.

Martin and the hooded woman looked at Johnny's position at the same time, and at some point he was already standing upright, his belly bulging like a balloon, the clothes on his belly began to crack, and the red apron tightened tighter and tighter, and finally broke off with a thud and fell to the ground.

The folds and blackened skin were revealed, and the black blood vessels throbbed violently like worms under the skin, where the stomach pouch was originally located, and a huge mouth full of fangs and mucus opened wide, spewing out a disgusting breath.

"Damn..."Martin almost burst into foul mouth, and he subconsciously clamped his tail.

The woman next to her jumped out of the way in an instant, away from Johnny and away from Martin.

Martin's eyes widened at the woman who jumped long as he struggled again and rolled off the board to the ground.

He tried to bite the rope with his teeth, but he was really not very skilled, and he only broke a little bit after biting for a long time.

Johnny lowered his head, but his body ran straight towards the woman, the huge mouth on his stomach grinned wide, and the cloudy mucus dripped down the corners of his mouth to the ground, making a sizzling sound.

The woman leaped to dodge Johnny's mouth, and then she drew her sword in the air, and with a light whirlwind, she was about to cut off Johnny's head.

Johnny seemed to notice this, and the mouth on his stomach closed a little, and his whole body was instantly shortened, and the thin sword slashed through the middle of his head, and a piece of skull was sliced off.

Red mixed with white viscous liquid spilled from the air, and Johnny was only half a head on his neck, but his mouth grinned strangely, and he began to grin with the giant mouth on his stomach.

As soon as the woman landed on the wall, he rushed forward, the huge mouth on his stomach spitting out a dense cloud of pus.

The woman turned over and jumped backwards again the moment she fell, but she was still sprayed with a lot of liquid, and I saw that the robe on her body seemed to have encountered strong acid, and instantly made a "zizi" sound, and bursts of white smoke came out.

The robe was visibly old and decaying, but it was not completely dissolved, and the skin underneath was not exposed.

The woman seemed to be in pain, snorted, and landed not far away.

As soon as she landed, she stared at Johnny's giant mouth and said in a strange tone mixed with a male voice, "I'm going to run through the gate." ”

In between speaking, the protruding nose of the mask on her face actually became a little longer again, and the expression of the mask seemed to be more hideous.

Hearing the woman's words, Johnny turned his back strangely and spewed a mouthful of pus towards the door of the house behind him, and his body ran towards it quickly.

But the hooded woman stood in place and did not move, in her left hand, a small axe carved with dark gold patterns appeared out of thin air, she twisted her body and spun around and threw the axe fiercely, and then the thin sword in her right hand erupted into a few metal collision "jingling" sounds, and the thin sword was like a bamboo shoot that instantly became longer and longer in an instant, stabbing Johnny by the window.

The axe severed the remaining half of Johnny's head with a cracking sound and slammed it into the doorframe, and the elongated thin sword pierced the huge mouth on Johnny's stomach and nailed him to the door.

The woman gasped for breath, she clenched the straight sword in her hand and pushed hard, and the rapier made another metallic sound and cut it off towards Johnny, nailing him to the door.