I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Old Ethan struggled to climb out of the snow pit.

He had been shot in the thigh just now, and now the blood was flowing out uncontrollably, and the gushing momentum was far more violent than when he was shot when he was young. Even putting ice and snow on it could not stop the flow of blood.

But Old Ethan didn't seem to feel any pain, he just felt that his heart was beating harder, and he couldn't help but feel excited inside.

He felt like he had regained the passionate fighting spirit of his youth.

Although my mood was surging and exciting, I still had a trace of calmness. My body was like never before. It was as if all my dormant energy and future strength for more than ten years were bursting out at this moment... My life seemed to be burning violently. !

As soon as Old Ethan poked his head out, he saw another strong burst of fire. The snow rippled with the shock wave of the explosion, and the snow dust flew like white mist.

The next second, he saw a thin, charred, and mummified figure slowly walking out of the diffuse snow dust, like charcoal just taken out of a stove, with hot fireworks still remaining on the surface.

Although the opponent's clothes, skin, and hair were completely changed beyond recognition by the impact of the explosion and the licking of the flames, through the rough outline of the body and the familiar style of tattered clothes, Old Ethan could still recognize at a glance that this was the Michaelis family. The butler - Faris.

He continued to look up and saw Faris slowly approaching the astonished burly foreigner.

Every step taken by the opponent was extremely heavy and made snowflakes splash, and the foreigner strangely did not fire immediately. Instead, he froze for two seconds before firing three shots in a row as if he had just woken up from a dream.

But the accuracy was so crooked... even old Ethan couldn't bear to look at it. Aiming at such a slow target at such a close distance could be crooked like that. How on earth did this foreigner hit me from so far away just now?

Or is this stranger also caught in some kind of illusion, an illusion created by Faris?

Even at this time, Old Ethan still didn't realize that his consciousness and thinking had been adjusted. He still stubbornly believed that he had been inspired by the ghost of his wife, breaking the shackles of thinking and being able to see through the truth.

Then he looked at the burly foreigner hugging his head and crying and laughing wildly, as if he was crazy and did not resist, allowing Faris to easily peel off his skull and turn it into a crying and laughing ornamental dinner plate for him to enjoy. That plump fat and tough connective tissue.

This bloody and cruel scene moved old Ethan, who thought he was well-informed, and he once again confirmed his inner thoughts - as expected, just as his wife said, this Michaelis family is the only one in the world. It's a real monster!

Then he witnessed with his own eyes that Faris's dry and thin body gradually became plump and moisturized during the eating process, and the muscles like a withered old tree gradually swelled, and the burnt dead skin fell off piece by piece, exposing his body. Revealing the new pink skin underneath.

However, due to the unevenness of the injured area, his complexion gradually became rosy and healthy, like that of Faris, who had returned to middle age. However, the exposed skin between his torn clothes was pink and white, and looked particularly deformed and abrupt, as if it was a late-stage injury to the skin. Patched patches.

Old Ethan did not interrupt the other party's 'eating' process abruptly, but waited silently.

Until the main parts of the burly and muscular carcass were swallowed by Faris. After eating and wiping them clean, the hotel housekeeper kicked away the food remnants that were kneeling in front of him.

Old Ethan then crawled out of the snow pit tremblingly, pretending to be staggering as if his legs and feet were shot and had difficulty moving, and limped over.

"Mr. Faris! Mr. Faris! Why are you here? Master Michaelis, is he okay?!"

After he gradually approached, he first looked at Faris, who had regained his youth, with surprise, and then looked at the Cowell Hotel where there were many fires with a worried look, as if he was worried about the guard Ilkes. Mr. Michaelis, who has lived in Mouth Town for many years.

Farris looked at Ethan, an old town citizen whom he had known for many years. He had already discovered through his heart perception that he was hiding nearby just now.

But at this time, he just swept it casually, and immediately noticed the mottled and chaotic power in the opponent's body without any concealment.

"The excitement of the heart, the temptation of the cup, the battle of the blades, and a trace of the lamp's mind control..."

"Old Ethan... you have actually been corrupted by outsiders."

Faris' inner monologue is not a question, but a determination.

Using a variety of influences to interfere with mortals' cognition and memory to achieve the purpose of controlling the mind... This method was also used frequently when he was young.

As long as Faris is willing to take action, he can easily expel these influences for Old Ethan...

"But why bother?"

"Now that the young master has inevitably awakened, this town has lost the value of continuing to exist."

"Even the master must be unable to suppress the young master's nature now."

"Then...it's time to harvest these crops."

Faris wiped away the blood stains remaining at the corners of his mouth.

It had been a long time since he had tasted such high-quality delicacies. Because of the surging mental power, the dry flesh and blood rejuvenated with youthful vitality.

Even the cup that had been dormant for too long and was about to deteriorate began to spurt out plump juice again. While the sticky, gel-like substance of the cup's mana moistened his flesh and blood, it also reawakened his long-suppressed desire for the cup. .

Chibei teaches us that our hobbies are all kinds of strange.

Faris only likes to cook delicious food.

Long before the Night Service was established, the order in Great Britain was still chaotic, and the esoteric cultists who followed Si Chen could unscrupulously practice the principles in their hearts.

As long as the aristocracy is not involved and the stability of the rule is not undermined, the esoteric cultists can almost do whatever they want, spreading desire, fear and death wantonly.

At that time, the business of the Gowell Hotel was extremely booming. Among the guests, there were scholars of invisible arts who came to see the Michaelis family's collection of books, and some who came to enjoy the food for Farris's good cooking skills. .

Special Onion Soup - Sourced from a mother who gave/was forced to give selflessly.

The flesh and blood of the unripe August embryo contains the most primitive flavor. The soup made with this ingredient is the most delicious, plus the sweet breast milk cream, the scarlet onion that absorbs the nutrients of the corpse, cut into shreds and sprinkled... …The soup is rich in taste, and the onion shreds melt in your mouth, enough to swallow three pillow-sized pieces of bread with the soup.

Special couple's lung slices - inspired by a broken ancient oriental recipe that Faris accidentally obtained, which records the most primitive way of cooking food.

The ingredients are carefully selected from the loving couple, and the chef must be there when they are enjoying the cup of joy, when they are immersed in the pleasure of the cup and unable to extricate themselves.

Wielding a sharp blade, the devotee quickly peeled open the belly and cut off the lungs as thin as cicada wings before the devotee could react. When the lungs fell into the plate, they were even following the last neurological command they received, slowly. Slowly expanding and contracting, like a butterfly of flesh and blood struggling to flap its wings.

The devotee does not even have time to notice the tearing pain. At most, he will only feel a slight difficulty in breathing, and then continue to be overwhelmed by the pleasure of the cup.

Such fresh raw pork belly slices don’t even need to be cooked. You only need to pour a spoonful of Nv Cup Ren’s Menstrual Water when it is served to the guests. The power of the cup phase will nourish the lung slices for a long time. The vivid twisting posture will dance eagerly even when it enters the mouth of the diner. Every time you chew, you can feel the slight pain of the lung slices resisting the slap of the teeth.

The slight pain can stimulate the taste buds to wake up... This raw meat dish uses the freshest ingredients to bring diners the ultimate taste bud experience of pain and joy.

There are also Mingmu Qingxin Soup, plump fried liver... These are Farris's specialty dishes, and they were also the delicacies that diners in the hidden world flocked to in those days.

"What a pity...Since the establishment of the night service bureau, we can no longer collect ingredients wantonly."

Faris couldn't help but sigh slightly when he thought about it, thinking that he would inevitably like to cherish the past like an ordinary old man.

He suddenly lost his patience in teasing old Ethan and said bluntly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Old Ethan also immediately noticed the impatience in the other person's tone, but he still groveled like an obedient sheep and smiled flatteringly:

"Hehe, I really can't hide it from you, Mr. Faris. In fact, there are many foreign cultists in the town now who are doing mischief... I hope you can lend a helping hand and help expel those foreigners... I will definitely remember you from generation to generation. "

This seemingly sincere begging had another explanation in Farris's ears, because he could feel Old Ethan's heartbeat suddenly beating between his words.

Although he has never received systematic scientific knowledge study, so many years of practical experience let him know that when most mortals are lying, nervous and fearful, their heart rate will accelerate in an instant, just like old Ethan's just now Heart rate changes.

Even though he knew that the old Ethan in front of him might have other thoughts, Faris still happily agreed to go with him - the moth in his skull that had been stable for too long was screaming crazily in his head - hurry up quick! Come on let's have some fun! We have been so idle for so many years that it is almost getting rusty and moldy! ! !

Faris has absolute confidence in his own strength. He believes that even if there are five second-level secret cultists of Heart, Cup, Moth, Blade, and Lamp hidden in the town, he is confident that he can break through the blockade and use his accumulated combat experience to break through the blockade. All the ingredients that come to your door are cut and stuffed into the cold storage.

However, after he followed Old Ethan forward for dozens of yards, he immediately sensed multiple frantic heartbeats of the hidden figure in the area ahead through his heart perception.

Those are all residents of Ilkesmouth Town, mortals who once harbored anger and hatred towards foreign mystics... But now it seems that the target of that hatred has been transferred to our Michaelis family.

Farris licked his new white teeth and sneered in his heart:

"Just in time to order some appetizers for appetizers."