All Worlds Madhouse

For no apparent reason, Joey felt nauseated in his stomach.

It was as if the swallowing movements of these angels touched a certain nerve in their throats.

Disgusting, ridiculous. anger.

Old Joey didn't know how many years he hadn't been angry. He was not an irritable person. He was even separated from his friends for no reason. After being exiled to this strange world, he still didn't curse hysterically, but was quiet. , slowly looking for a way to escape.

Therefore, old Joey had a good temper. The moment he saw Mia's body, he was still not angry. He was just unhappy and began to hate the world.

But at this moment, he was really angry, his body was shaking a little, and he made a few muffled snorts from his nose.

He walked into the main hall. It seemed to be a huge church. The surrounding mirrors were made of colorful glass. However, they had not been scrubbed for many years and were covered with thick dust. A scarlet carpet spread from the door to the end of the main hall. , the carpet seemed to be soaked with sticky oil stains, making it sticky when stepped on. At the end, there was a statue. The statue was of a man, with his back to the door, showing the angel wings behind him.

Of course, the angel wings of this statue are not those small, ridiculous gadgets, but huge angel wings, spread wide enough to span the wall where he is, as if desperately demonstrating that he and himself are Others are different.

"Why do you keep eating?" Old Joey asked.

No one responded.

"Why are you still eating? If you die, this paradise will be destroyed." Old Joey asked again.

However, no one paid attention to him. This group of people was like a group of people coming out of the desert. They found an oasis, and they filled their stomachs with water as a conditioned reflex, even if a python came behind them. Don't want to leave either.

What are they eating? Pork?

Whatever, Old Joey no longer wanted to think about this kind of thing, so he walked towards the nearest angel, and then

Cut off his head.

At this moment, those rustling sounds still did not stop.

sudden.

"Kill him."

A voice came, very thin and weak, but it could still be heard very clearly in this hall. The weak voices hit the walls and intertwined with each other, seeming to create an echo.

Old Joey followed the sound and looked over. At this time, it discovered that there seemed to be a person under the angel wings at the end of the hall. He was sitting on a seat made of stone. Due to his thin body, Old Joey was at the beginning. He was barely noticed.

And following his words, in an instant, groups of angels rushed out from both sides of the hall. They held inferior guns in their hands and started shooting directly at Old Joey without saying anything.

In an instant, the entire hall was filled with roaring gunshots.

And at this time, those angels who were eating were still eating.

Old Joey finally seemed to realize that this group of meat-eating angels who don’t even wear clothes are different from the angels outside who wear robes. Those angels outside have to pay taxes, but the angels in these halls have almost nothing. No need to do anything, they just eat.

Due to repeated eating, their figures have become out of shape. Their slender calves and fat bellies may be because they have been sitting all the time. They can't even walk well now. Their mouths exist for eating, so They don't need to speak. It is estimated that their vocal cords have degenerated.

The bullet hit old Joey.

With the sound of gunfire, the massacre began.

This is a bloody, but extremely monotonous scene, because nothing can resist Old Joey. He does not need to distinguish between friend and foe, because in this space, he is like chopping up everything he can see.

So, it was just monotonous chopping and chopping. Those angels were no different from the meat on the chopping board. The two knives were not fancy at all. They tore apart every inch of flesh and blood that came into contact with him. The repetition made people sleepy. ,

But it's enough to make one's legs weak and touching one's heart.

The sky outside the sacrificial hall finally began to burn, and the roar of the earth continued to come from all directions. The people on the ground realized for the first time that the sun could also be scorched. They turned into huge fireballs and fell from the sky, causing even more terrifying burning.

I don't know how long it took, but Old Joey finally tore out the throat of the last angel. Behind him were piles of corpses. Only two people were left in the entire sacrificial hall.

Old Joey. And the thin man sitting under the statue of angel wings who will be forgotten accidentally.

During the massacre, this man did not speak again, nor was he panicked, nor did he run away. He just sat quietly on the chair and looked at the horrific scene in front of him, without even changing his expression.

Of course, Old Joey wouldn't get mad at such a small scene involving more than a thousand people. He just maintained his initial anger and did not lose his mind.

Therefore, he did not chop off the last person, he still had to ask some questions.

For example, where is the Hongqiao?

Another example is how to leave this disgusting place.

So, he walked over and came to that person.

At such a close distance, Old Joey finally saw what this man looked like.

He was very thin, with dry skin that almost stuck to his bones. Between the sparse hair, his scalp could be clearly seen. It slumped in a chair in a sickly posture, wrapped in this shabby robe. If it hadn't been for him Sitting under the statue in this hall, he is no different from a tramp.

This guy had the same face as a human, but even a face-blind person like Old Joey could recognize that there was something wrong with this guy's eyes.

It is sewn on with thread.

Is this person the leader of angels?

No matter what, as long as you're done asking the questions, chop it up.

"I'm looking for Hongqiao. I heard that it is the exit of heaven, right?" Old Joey asked quietly.

"Yes."

Unexpectedly, the man answered the question directly without any hesitation.

Maybe he has given up struggling.

"So, where is Hongqiao?" Old Joey asked again.

The man stretched out his skinny arm and pointed behind him.

"There," he said shortly.

Old Joey looked at the statue behind him, and then walked around. Behind the statue, there was a door. The door was very large, but it was blocked by the huge wings of the statue.

Is there Hongqiao behind the door?

Old Joey thought, and then opened the door