All Worlds Madhouse

One wave of shock followed the next, as if all the bombs just thrown exploded in his mind.

Leon looked at the doctor who came down from the ruins in shock. His clothes were completely torn to pieces, with strands hanging on his body. The corners of his white coat were filled with blood, dust, and bright sparks that were affected by the explosion.

However, that body was actually intact.

Wasn't he just disemboweled? Shouldn't he be dead?

"What are you doing?" Leon opened his mouth a few times, but in the end he didn't say a complete sentence.

"Why am I still alive?" Ziliang asked calmly: "Don't be so surprised. The world is very complicated. You have just found a job, so it is normal that you do not understand many things."

what? Leon shook his head, trying to figure out what the doctor said, but it was so ridiculous that his mind was already in chaos, and in this chaos, he could only follow his remaining normal world view——

"No, no! We have to help him! That" Leon pointed at the strong man not far away: "The butcher!"

"Help him?" Ziliang asked calmly: "Oh, you'd better help yourselves - run as fast as you can."

"But."

"No but-" Ziliang's tone suddenly turned cold: "You also said that he is a butcher, and butchers are meant to be slaughtered. If you don't leave, you will die here."

These were the last words Ziliang said to the crowd.

Then, he turned around resolutely, swaying his thin body, and walked towards the center of the ruins where muffled sounds were still erupting.

Ada put her hand on Leon's shoulder: "Let's go."

She said, and took one last look at the chaotic scene, pulling Shirley, who had been so frightened that she could not speak from the beginning, and rushed towards the dissipating night.

Ziliang heard the messy but eventually distant footsteps behind him, smiled helplessly, and then lit a cigarette.

The last one.

I took a deep breath in the smoke and dust that was repeatedly blown away and fell again.

"Hey! Old Joey, have you beaten enough?" he shouted angrily.

Old Joey. Or Oink.

who cares.

In short, he hasn't fought enough yet. The virus has eroded his brain. Perhaps a certain nerve has broken, causing a slight change in his originally not very bright thinking.

A certain emotion emerged slowly but crazily.

That was a memory that he wanted to seal even if he threw away everything.

Now he is just sad, angry and killing.

This world, all worlds, deserve to die!

His arms skillfully drilled through the disgusting flesh, trying to find some internal organs, preferably the heart, and then poke them and crush them.

The monster's resistance was even more crazy. Maybe it finally realized that it couldn't get rid of this terrible "human".

so--

"Ouch——"

It roared again, and the newly formed tumor split open again, and a new huge eye appeared.

At the same time, its face also mutated again.

The lower jaw drooped and eventually fell off the face, and the sharp teeth merged with the rest of the mouth. Then a violent whine came from the deformed throat, and two new arms grew from both sides of the body, like maggots. The same fingers with claws extended from the front of the arm. Bone fragments and pus-like purple liquid were scattered everywhere. Dark blood flowed through its fishy yellow eyes.

This monster has evolved again!

As it evolved, the monster's chest also tore apart violently, and a huge mouth appeared in front of Old Joey, which was densely packed with strange teeth and opened with a wailing sound.

Old Joey's hand suddenly lost what it was holding, so it was swatted away by the newly grown claw!

Only then did the monster finally escape from the butcher's clutches for the first time.

The next second, the monster let out a roar. Incomparable anger could be heard in this roar, and the rotten flesh all over its body vibrated!

It could be seen that it wanted to pounce again and tear the person it had photographed out into pieces.

However, the monster hesitated, all the muscles in his body were piled up, and he turned his two huge eyeballs in the direction where Shirley had just escaped.

finally

The monster's two huge claws hammered the ground violently, jumped up hard, and chased in the direction where Leon and others escaped.

The butcher opened up the debris on his body, stood up, and looked for the thing in his sight that he had not yet finished butchering.

However, that monster had gone somewhere, and before his eyes...

It was a person walking towards him.

Very thin, very weak, and easy to kill.

So the butcher raised his butcher knife and walked towards the man with heavy steps.

"Why doesn't he run?"

the butcher thought

But it doesn't matter, just kill something, no matter what it is.

The butcher knife in his hand was clenched, and there was a little scarlet before sunrise on the sky. The scarlet shone on the rusty surface of the knife, reflecting the blood that had not yet dried. The gentle buzzing sound was like The wail of thousands of damned souls.

The knife was raised.

"Hi, old Joey." The man said softly, like a greeting when old friends meet.

The knife is hanging in the air

Old Joey, this name is very strange and special. The butcher hesitated.

"My name is Oyink," he murmured.

"No, that was just your former name. You are no longer Oink, nor are you a butcher anymore."

"No more? Why?" The butcher frowned: "I can't remember."

"Your memory was taken away."

The butcher suddenly became very angry: "What? Who took away my memory!"

"It's me." The man said softly.

The butcher's head was raised slightly, his pale pupils eroded by the virus stared at the other person, almost ready to chop him into pieces in the next second: "Why take it away?"

"You begged me." The man said.

The butcher was stunned for a moment. He wanted to know all this. He wanted to ask why, but he felt as if he had cried inexplicably, and wet things got into his beard along his cheeks.

"Don't ask why. You have abandoned everything just to forget." Ziliang said.

"You're lying to me. I don't believe you!" the butcher said, then shook his head.

His head hurt, and the virus had changed the structure of his brain.

He remembered something.

Heaven

sea ​​of ​​blood

Memorial to the Forgotten

【My death is coming】

[Spill buckets of blood from my enemies, creating an ocean]

【.】

(Old Joey is about to evolve, so I’ll write about Old Joey’s story in the next chapter. Also, I don’t recommend reading the comics of Paradise Butcher. Ticket.)