Abyss Express

Chapter 711 Mission ②·Waiter 2

Foreword:

If there were footprints coming out, maybe I would try to walk in.

[Part①・Sound]

"This kid can't hear what we're saying, and he can't speak."

Fred Caesar said this -

"——In this case, Woodpluck, my compassionate and loving father, I will use this boy's essence to create a walking monster and let it search for your traces."

The devil has already made a declaration of attack and is just waiting for Wood to take the bait.

"You definitely won't watch these innocent civilians being killed by me, right?"

"How far are you from me now? Twenty-one feet? Or twenty-six feet? In which direction?"

Frater patiently pointed to the hole in the wall of the Dyeing Pond Courtyard - that was the way out when he crashed into the wall. For Wood and the other deaf-mute boy, this was the only way out.

"Do nothing? Do you want to continue to be a coward?"

The big devil gently scratched his cheek, and a second mouth grew out of the bright red skin on his cheek. This is the innate skill of the Amber Butterfly, which allows the essence near the vocal organ to be used as another set of mouthpieces.

"I'm going to use the Boiling Blood Curse to kill him. This doesn't consume much spiritual power. It's a death curse that has completely read forty-four syllables, four overtones and two glides."

"He will die very slowly, and his body will be intact and can be used as casting material for the walking monster."

At the same time, two rows of fangs sprouted from the side of Fret's face, he spit out a long purple-black forked tongue, and began to chant sutras and mantras.

The "little mute" who had been hiding outside the door of the gauze washing room suddenly squatted down. At first, he slapped the wooden window of the workshop hard, but got no response. Then he tried to walk towards the entrance of the courtyard wall, but as soon as he stepped out Taking a step forward, my eyes immediately felt burning.

As the death curse spell was activated, the little mute's body temperature was slowly rising. The speed of chanting the curse and casting the spell was neither too fast nor too slow, just a slow simmer.

In just ten seconds, the little mute could only curl up and collapse on the ground like a grilled shrimp.

His skin was red, with the most obvious heat in the distal limbs. There were already dense blisters on his palms, and his skin was saturated with high-temperature tissue fluid, as if it had been soaked in a scalding hot spring and became wrinkled.

The red, swollen and allergic tumors exploded, and he began to scream in agony.

Fred's heart began to waver, not because of the miserable situation of the little mute, but because of Wood Placker's indifference.

"How about it? Aren't you going to save him?"

"The forty-four syllables can be read quickly. I deliberately lengthened the rhythm between the sounds. This language was taught to me by you personally. It is used to distinguish the accent of the devil. Many exorcists use this language. Characteristics to find the pretenders in the hell world hiding in the world.”

"He's going to die soon, Wood."

"If you're not going to save him, why are you saving me?"

"Why did you bring me, a syphilitic deformed freak, out of that cold valley? Why do you want to meddle in my own business? Why do you want to interfere in my life? Why? Why! Why!"

"why why why?"

"What am I asking you?! Why?!"

"Am I just your test subject? This kid is worthless to you? He's deaf and mute and can't be of any help! So you just gave up on him?"

"Wood, you hypocritical and cowardly bitch."

"The spell is about to be finished!"

During this period of time when Fred Kaiser was hysterically asking questions.

Mr. Wood has quietly moved five or six positions. His shoes went to the west together with his coat and have long been scrapped. He can only step barefoot between the wet and slippery square tiles of the dyeing pool. Trying not to make any noise, he moved towards the tortured little mute.

He did not dare to use his psychic powers, so he uncorked the panacea's circular injection bottle and took off the rubber seal. Try to sprinkle it on the boy to relieve the pain of the blood-boiling curse.

If Frater finishes reciting this spell, the little mute's brain will immediately turn into boiling porridge - Dr. Maguire once suffered from this trick. As long as the death spell is completed, no matter how strong a human being is, he will die in a few seconds. Brain dead.

The distance was not enough. Wood was still more than six meters away from the little mute. He stepped on the stone stairs and continued forward. He had to at least get to the little mute before he could take the medicine.

The moment Fred finished reciting the incantation, the screams of the little mute gradually became weaker. The mouthpiece swelled and blocked the trachea, and all the organs in the body were cooked by the boiling blood. He was only one step away from death.

The panacea was poured on the big boy's face, almost followed by a crackling sound from the hot head. It was because all the moisture in the skin was evaporated by the high temperature, and the bones immediately swelled when exposed to the low-temperature liquid. A cold, brittle sound.

Wood did not hesitate and continued to take out needles from his pocket to save people. Poke the second injection into the side of the little mute's neck.

"Why? Why isn't he dead yet? The sound of heavy breathing seems to be getting stronger and stronger."

Fred said with a smile——

"——It seems that you didn't run away and were right next to this kid, right?"

Soon enough, a strong spiritual energy turned into cold evil thoughts, locking Mr. Wood firmly.

He barely had time to think, and jumped into the dyeing pool with the little mute in his arms. Another blood-boiling curse followed, and the warm sea breeze carried a soul-stealing psychic impact. It hit Wood's leaning limbs, Hitting the flesh and blood between the hip of the right leg and the lower abdomen.

With almost no time to hesitate, Wood pressed hard on the injured limbs in the waist and lower abdomen——

"—Blow it to pieces!"

The suddenly bulging and deformed abdomen, some of the intestines, half a kidney, and an entire right leg were completely blown to pieces.

This part of the limb was hit by the impact of the explosion and flew out to the side of the long cloth drying pole. It still retained the high temperature brought by the boiling blood curse. In just the blink of an eye, a large hole was torn open in the trouser leg by the boiling steam. The skin on his legs and feet was swollen and bursting, and the discolored and whitened muscle fibers kept pouring out with streams of thick boiling black blood.

Mr. Wood fell into the dye pool and almost lost half of his life——

——He hugged the little mute and held his breath, pinching the boy's mouth and nose to prevent the dye from pouring into his trachea. The pain from his abdominal cavity caused him to lose strength and consciousness several times, and his will was on the verge of collapse. He needed oxygen and breathing.

Just like the devil's declaration of attack, Fred Caesar used all the power of his spell to kill, but he still couldn't see anything.

"Succeeded? Woodpluck was killed by me?!"

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

No one could survive such a predicament, and the psychic tide that came when the curse was in effect did not deceive.

"Hee hee hee hee! Hee hee hee hee hee hahaha!"

Fred's face looked ecstatic, and his sharp claws dug bloody wounds on his chest. They healed immediately until his fingernails were full of flesh--and asked the devil to roll his tongue back into his mouth again.

"Hehehehe! My inner demon! My inner demon is gone! ~Hehehehe!"

Under the dye pool, Mr. Wood, who was holding his breath and pretending to be dead, could not hear the sounds above the water level. He seemed like a corpse sinking to the bottom of the sea. He could only wait for the devil to leave, and for the strong spiritual pressure to gradually dissipate——

"--grown ups!"

At this moment, a discordant sound interrupted Frater's joy.

From the door of the spinning room, a swollen and fat head poked out, that of the little mute foreman.

"My lord. My lord?"

"No, no, no immortal!"

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, the foreman quickly changed his title, took off his melon cap, put down the smoking pot in his mouth, and hung the treasure back around his neck.

He opened his eyes wide and tried to rub away all the flesh on his face, turning it into a "good citizen" face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"This is the Woodpluck you were talking about."

"He doesn't seem to be dead."

[Part②·The meaning of civilization]

The smile on Fred's face froze. When his brain fully analyzed the meaning of this sentence, he suddenly retreated into the pavilion and retreated to a safe distance——

——His spell power is almost exhausted, and he has no sense of security at all.

"What did you say?! Where is he? He's alive?! That's impossible!"

The foreman said with a smile: "Maybe he is not dead, but he probably won't live long. I clearly saw him break a leg, and he fell into the cinnabar dyeing pool with the little mute in his arms. There was no movement."

"Damn it!" Frater was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't dare to step forward to confirm, so he shouted at the foreman: "Go and see!"

The foreman quickly waved his hand and shook his head: "I don't dare! I don't dare!"

Even the immortals dare not take a step forward. Do you want him to be the foreman of a cloth workshop?

"Then you want to die?!" Fret urged: "People die for money, birds die for food! Did you just..."

"Listen clearly! Listen clearly!" The foreman immediately responded: "As long as I help you, this cloth workshop belongs to me!"

After going back and forth like this, more than a minute passed.

Wood was almost in a state of hemorrhagic shock. He could no longer hold the little mute's mouth and nose. He was about to lose all his strength. With his hands free, he searched for a panacea in his pocket to treat the injury, as well as the last two injections.

The dye pool was full of impurities and anthocyanins from colored minerals. Wood didn't know what would happen to his body when it healed in this pool of water. He could only place his hope in the goddess of luck who was often absent from work - after all, Shambhala There is no such thing as arrogance, ruthlessness and morality.

The fat foreman tiptoed forward and leaned against the dyeing pool, looking at it carefully for a while.

"There's no sound."

Frater: "Look carefully!"

Fat Foreman: "There are really none! Not even a bubble can float."

Frater was still worried and yelled: "Jump down and look for it! Get the body out for me!"

This is definitely not because the devil is paranoid. The bodies of people who die from the boiling blood curse will still maintain high temperatures. If what the foreman said is true, then Wood Plack is definitely not dead. He may still be lingering in the pool.

Now the initiative is in Frate's hands, and he must expand this advantage——

"—Tell me, where is that leg?"

The fat foreman was stunned: "What legs?"

"That's Wood Plaque's broken leg. Where is it?" Fred is getting weaker and weaker. After the spell power of this body is exhausted, the connection with the magic pool is also getting weaker and weaker. He needs to replenish it. Yuan Zhi, his empty belly was like a magic furnace burning dry fuel, beginning to decompose his flesh and blood.

Whether it's a Unitarian carnivore or a devil from hell, the essence of a psyker is the best nourishment.

As long as he can get Wood Plaque's leg and that part of the essence, Fred's physical body can hold on for a while longer, and he can see his father's death with his own eyes and confirm the news of his father's death.

The fat foreman pointed in a direction: "It's right there!"

Frater was still blind and couldn't see anything, so he cursed loudly: "Are you looking for fucking death?!"

The fat foreman quickly corrected him: "Oh no no no! No no no no! You go forward, go forward."

Frater walked out.

The fat foreman then corrected him: "Two steps to the left, then walk a few meters forward."

Frater: "How many meters is it? How many meters is it?!"

"I can't tell! I can't tell." The fat foreman was so anxious that he was sweating: "Just a few meters away, there is a cypress tree in the lawn, and the leg is leaning against the tree."

Frater: "Great, I can smell the fragrance."

After getting this thigh, Fred's heart finally returned to his stomach——

——He felt that victory was close at hand and there was nothing to fear.

Father's pyroxene and stick are on the side of the pavilion. Without these two props to increase psychic power, no matter how powerful the psychic is, no matter how brave the Morpho is, the destructive power of [Sex Bomb·Sexy Bomb] will still be defeated. Discount.

He swallowed the hot human flesh in big gulps, tore open the tattered trouser legs, bit into the white tendons, chewed up the large blood vessels, squeezed out some of the excrement, and even ate the intestines cleanly.

He eats extremely fast, and he seems to have mastered the method of chewing bones. This is inseparable from his daily hard training. Perhaps there is also some inner practice. He has already thought about how to eat Wood Poo in his mind. Lark - finally the dream came true, everything came so suddenly.

Frater had already recovered his strength after eating most of the human flesh. The devil's body gradually calmed down and was not as weak as before. The abundant spiritual essence was once again flowing into this hellish body - its beauty. From strength, from invincibility.

"Do you see clearly?" Freder no longer cared about the life and death of Wood Plunk. Even if there was a gunsmith hiding in the dye pool, he was not afraid at all. It seemed that after swallowing this leg, he felt a strong hatred in his heart. It was also resolved - allowing him to re-examine the world with a compassionate heart.

These trashy low-life beings went on an adventure to clear mines in dye ponds just for the sake of a cloth workshop.

As for my father? Ah

For the sake of an unrelated mute child, he was about to lose his life by simply exposing his position.

Frater directly took out the eyeball from the eye socket, connected it with a part of the cystic duct connective tissue, and dug out the eyeball. Cleaning this eyeball is not a simple matter. It requires a lotion that is selected and formulated according to the dye color.

He simply pulled out the eyeball and wanted to grow a new one.

"I want to witness your death with my own eyes."

New vitreous body grew out of the bloody eye socket, the iris regenerated, and the pupil slowly returned to normal.

Until his vision gradually became clearer, Frater saw the fat foreman sitting by the dyeing pool, holding up Wood Plunk's weak body, and picking up the little mute with his other hand, so that the young man could breathe calmly and quietly, and put the words in his mouth Still teasing and perfunctory.

"Chief Immortal, wait a moment! I'll look for you again! I'll look for you again!"

That's what he said, but that's not what the fat foreman did -

——He has been helping Mr. Wood, trying to slowly push the two drowning people, one big and one small, onto the stone platform.

"Wood." Frater was still sitting under the cypress tree, with no intention of chanting a spell or casting a spell immediately: "What's going on now? Why does this fat pig come to help you? I'm obviously the one who has the upper hand. That’s right.”

"You don't have a pyroxene or a stick. Look at you-"

"——These blind and foolish mortals have exhausted you. They want to drag you down into the water and drag you into the abyss of death. How do you win?"

"You have to give the little mute some benefits! I will also help you!" The fat foreman tried hard to push Mr. Wood onto the stone platform. Although his eyes were frightened, he still shouted loudly: "Fairy! But the sheep listened to the wolf and behaved. If you walk into a cave, will you be eaten?"

"I am a fat sheep standing outside the wolf's den, looking at the footprints that go in, and you have to show me the footprints that come out! You forced me! I have no choice!"

"Mr. Wood is about to die, and he also wants to save the little mute!"

The fat foreman pinched his heart and almost cried out of fear.

"How can I help you?! How dare I help you?!"

Frater didn't care about this mortal at all, he only felt that it was noisy——

"——The first lesson in the study of mineral materials."

Wood Plunk was paralyzed by the stone platform. His right leg and half of his butt were blown away. Some of his limbs were deformed under the influence of the dye pond water. Heavy metal poisoning made his face cyanotic and he had hard warts all over his body. lumps.

"Hope, what did I teach you?"

"I don't remember it a long time ago! Father!" Fred only thought it was ridiculous: "Who would learn that! What I want to learn most is magic! It's psychic power! I want to change my life against the will of heaven. Take a good look at yourself! Deformed body, now you have to experience my pain."

Woodpluck went on to say—

"——Hibiscus bloodstone is a special mineral product of the Lennon Kingdom and is also a type of red pyroxene."

"Contains cinnabar, quartz, chalcedony, magnetite and hematite."

"The ground material has a faint fishy smell and a sweet taste. Among them, cinnabar is also known as cinnabar and can be used as medicine."

This is also one of the vermilion dyes, the pyroxene medium in Wood Placker's blood.

Woodpluck: "As for the bomb, it has been placed in the most appropriate location."

Fred's expression changed and he looked down at his belly.

"Damn."

Wood Placker gestured with his thumb, gave his unsatisfactory son a thumbs up, and then pressed the detonation switch.

"See you in the Nine Hells!"

The bright red stone powder illuminated the outline of the blood vessels under Wood Plunk's skin. The strong psychic reaction caused his skin to ulcerate again, because the temperature changed drastically with the psychic tide, causing this scarred and deformed body to be repeatedly subjected to psychic powers. of destruction.

The flames and smoke of a terrifying beast came out of his mouth and nose. The sheep-headed devil clung to the man's body, and its hoof-shaped forelimbs struck hard on the knuckles of the detonating switch.

Just listen to a sharp buzzer, just like the roar caused by the turbulent gas surging in the cavity when the fuse melts and heats up rapidly before the bomb detonates!

The big devil's belly expanded rapidly, and his body was blown to pieces. The series of explosions caused his upper limbs to fly into the air, and he would explode as many times as he bit Wood's remains.

The rumbling explosion lasted for five or six seconds before stopping, and then a rain of blood fell from the sky.

Wood put a needle in his neck and still had the last shot in his pocket.

He leaned against the stone platform and vomited wildly. He took the lotion from the workers' hands and wiped the dye from all parts of his body. He ran to the toilet to have a bowel movement, went to the workers' dormitory and stole a pair of pants to change into.

When they returned to the dyeing area, the fat foreman and his brothers all looked at this weird foreigner.

"Just use anthocyanins as the dye. Use soapstone clay mineral as the dye. Children will not grow taller if they wear this kind of underwear."

Wood patted the fat foreman on the shoulder, and then he figured it out——

"——Oh, you are a fucking shady boss. You want to keep costs down, right? No one grows rosella here. Wait until I get back to get some seeds for the flower farmers in the city."

Everyone was silent, not knowing how to answer this question.

Little Mute: "Thank you."

Wood: "Can you fucking talk?"

The little mute pointed to his ear——

"——I'm just deaf, not mute."

Now that he can hear sounds, the young man's throat has been cured by Panacea, and he can naturally learn a few words according to the spoken pronunciation of his friends.

Wood limped out of the courtyard. He had too many things on his mind and forgot to bring his cane.

The fat foreman immediately picked up the white copper stick and shouted loudly: "Hero! What's yours!"

Wood took it casually and stamped on the ground vigorously, making his legs and feet a little more obedient.

Fat Foreman: "Why don't you take a break? Your legs are numb and you can't walk easily."

"Your squat toilet doesn't work, and I can't use it." Wood scolded: "With just such a small space, you will fall into the pit and drown sooner or later! The money to repair the toilet is not enough for your funeral expenses!"

The fat foreman nodded and said, "That's right."

Wood rushed to the main road to clean up Frater's magic pool.

"gone."