All Worlds Madhouse

Old Joey's smile suddenly solidified on his face.

He did not answer the question, but slowly raised his head and stared at him with a look that angels could not yet understand.

Angel saw that Old Joey didn't speak and thought he was also thinking about it.

"Well, this is indeed a problem." Angel said with a smile: "If it is braised, it will be very oily, and if it is grilled directly, it will be troublesome, but the taste should be better."

"." Old Joey was still silent.

"Let's see, you look like a butcher." He pointed at the knife on Old Joey's waist and said, "Then you kill this pig for me first, and then stretch your neck out. You should thank this pig. If it hadn't been so cute, you would have been dead by now. Come on, why are you still standing there?"

Angel said a little displeasedly when he saw old Joey's dull look.

"Braised in braise? Or grilled directly?" Suddenly, Old Joey repeated the question.

The angel finally got angry: "This is not a problem for you to consider, do what you should do, you stupid pig with a human face!" He shouted louder.

However, he suddenly realized that the butcher didn't seem to be talking to him because he saw the big fat man lowering his body slightly and bringing his ears closer to the little pig.

"He is asking that pig?" This ridiculous idea appeared in the angel's head.

Then, "Huh~huh~"

The pig actually snorted twice.

The angel was stunned. He actually saw a man discussing with a pig whether to braise it or grill it over charcoal.

Then, who is going to cook?

He couldn't figure it out, but he soon knew the answer because he saw the tall, fat man in front of him straighten up and look at him.

"You're too skinny to be good fodder."

"???" Angel was a little confused.

"Pego doesn't like you, but let's chop it up."

"???" When Angel heard this, the other party said it very easily, as if he was telling himself a trivial matter.

However, the angel felt inexplicably that he was sweating.

He saw Old Joey take out the butcher knife from his waist, and then naturally walked a few steps forward and came to him.

The angel is still in an inexplicable state. From birth to this moment, he feels omnipresent respect in heaven. The wings on his back bring him incomparable glory. This glory can make him feel at ease. He enjoys the kneeling and service of others. No one can deny himself, food, respect, and even the lives of his people. He can get it as long as he stretches out his hand.

This is truth, as much a part of heaven as the sun, the warm wind, the sea of ​​blood, the temple of the forgotten.

Therefore, he has never experienced what "rejection" means, let alone fear.

But at this moment, a feeling that he couldn't explain was overflowing from his heart to the surface of his skin, making his hair stand on end and getting wet with sweat. His expression didn't change at all, but his lower body was. I peed unconsciously.

"What's wrong with me?" he thought, "What is this butcher going to do?"

As soon as he thought of this, he felt his neck being pinched, and then he was pulled into the air, his eyes level with the butcher.

"Click——"

One sound!

The angel turned his head with difficulty, and then he saw a knife stuck on his shoulder. The knife penetrated deeply into his shoulder, and his collarbone almost hit his chest! ! !

"Ah! Ahhhh!!!"

At this time, the angel finally realized something. He opened his mouth in horror and shouted unskilledly, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," but he screamed like a pig.

"Don't move, you'll cut it crookedly." Old Joey said calmly, then he shook his wrist and pulled out the butcher knife, and then there was another "click".

The sun was still as dazzling as usual, and a little bit of wind carrying the smell of blood drifted over from the sea of ​​blood in the distance.

"Click. Click."

The harsh sound was repeated continuously, and in a short period of time, the angel's screams went from unfamiliar, to proficient, to hoarse, and finally fell silent.

Old Joey half-crouched on the ground, stabbing one after another. He had done this kind of work countless times, so he was very skilled. The angel's arms, then the leg bones, after breaking the sternum, the body can be chopped open, and finally the head.

He didn't know when this guy stopped screaming, and of course, he didn't care.

After about 5 minutes, the angel had truly turned into a pile of minced meat. Pego came up to it, smelled it, and then sneezed, squeaking in dissatisfaction.

"It's a bit thin." Old Joey muttered, casually flicking the blood on the knife, and then parted it at the waist.

I chopped up another person. It was very easy and normal. I would probably forget about it after eating a meal.

However, to the pig-headed men beside the carriage, this scene looked like a ghost.

The man killed an angel.

He chopped up the angel with a knife! It's like chopping up a pig! !

No one can understand the state of mind of these pig-headed people at this moment, not even themselves.

They are the most devout people. Only in this way can they stay beside the angel and serve him. Although it is very tiring, even though every time they collect offerings, some of their companions will die of exhaustion on the way, but this is An honor that all the people of Heaven should be proud of.

But now his master is dead!

It was chopped into pieces by a butcher, and he even hummed a tune while he was chopping it!

So, what should you do now?

Want to shout?

Or cry? ?

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Yes, you should cry!

“Ahhhhh————”

After the first pig-headed man made a sound, all the other pig-headed men seemed to understand what they should do, so for a while, there were screams and cries throughout the city.

Old Joey frowned. He didn't know why these people were crying.

He walked over and scratched his head: "Well, I don't know what you are shouting here, but you are free!"

he said.

In an instant, all the crying stopped. The pig-headed people seemed a little confused and looked at each other.

"free?"

Finally, a pig-headed man looked at Old Joey inexplicably and repeated the word.

Old Joey nodded: "Yes, freedom."

"Why freedom?"

Old Joey scratched his head: "I don't know this, but you can't just kneel here like this."

(Ah ah ah, I can’t write it!! I don’t have enough brain!)