The Death Knell

Generally speaking, the statement of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts is just a general figure. In the culture of the Celestial Dynasty, the so-called Ling Chi is 3357 cuts. This is a number, and the torture instruments used are also very small blades, not lightsabers. High-tech weapons.

But Deathstroke is a pragmatic person. If it is ten thousand cuts, then enough cuts must be made. This leads to the fact that when many pieces of flesh are shaved off, they are thinner than pieces of paper and more transparent than transparent tape.

The process was far from bloody, because black water kept pouring out of the old man's body. It didn't look like blood, but more like a garbage bag had been punctured, and the fermented liquid from the kitchen waste inside flowed out.

The cat squatted on the man's shoulder and watched the scene closely with curiosity. After learning that this was a punishment invented by humans to torture their own kind, it was a little emotional and said that humans really know how to play.

However, Elaine couldn't stand it anymore as she was still floating in the sky. She simply went to help the lion, out of sight but out of mind.

Deathstroke is indeed very capable, but his style of doing things is too dark and cruel. Although he knows that crushing his grandfather to ashes and driving him to pieces is the safest way, it is difficult to unite his reason and sensibility.

As a human being, she really couldn't bear to see such a scene.

Little did he know that this was also one of Deathstroke's purposes. If she continued to watch indifferently, Deathstroke would have made a counter plan against her.

As a human being, it is a normal reaction to feel uncomfortable seeing this scene.

After the test, he sped up the movements in his hands, and the lightning of the Speed ​​Force lit up on his body. It could be said that the work was completed in an instant.

A clean white skeleton lay in front of him, with beating internal organs inside, which also looked pitch black.

As for the shaved meat pieces, they are also inedible. They are put into plastic bags first, and then the cat is asked to find a way to throw them into Taixu, so that it can return to "nature".

Because the old man ate Deadpool, now the old man's meat cannot be eaten by strangulation. After all, even cats know not to eat rats poisoned by rat poison.

If it were a stupid cat, it would have been eliminated by nature long ago.

"It's done. Now he's still breathing. Do you have a farewell speech?" Su Ming raised his head and said this to the battlefield that had gradually calmed down in the sky. Although his voice was not loud, he knew that Elaine could heard.

The girl God looked down at the skeleton and those horrific pieces of flesh, and immediately shook her head. She said she had nothing to say and she didn't want to see this scene at all.

In the past, she thought that in Uncle Lucifer's Hell, the Queen of Pain, Maizi, was perverted enough, but she didn't expect that if Deathstroke got ruthless, it would be much ruthless than Satan.

"You really have nothing to say? Girl, he is also your grandfather after all. Can you at least say 'goodbye'? Our opponents do not follow martial ethics, but as civilized humans, we still have to be polite."

Su Ming wanted to persuade her again. After all, the girl's expression was very funny, as if it was the first time she saw a dead person.

Veterans like to amuse novices, no matter what profession they are in.

"No, hurry up and get rid of him. Don't show it to me. I don't want to see it." Elaine shook her head wildly. If these new angels hadn't been dealt with yet, she might have escaped long ago.

"Okay, since you have nothing to say, let me say a few words."

Deathstroke squatted down next to the skeleton, stretched out his hand to remove the opponent's internal organs one by one, played with them in his hands, smoked and scratched his head, and it took a long time before he made the final stab:

"I don't know what to say to you. After all, we don't know each other well. So, farewell, old sheepherder."

About half an hour later, Deadpool teleported back to Deathstroke. At this time, everyone was no longer on the sheep pasture, because after the death of the old man God, the place dissolved quickly like snowflakes under the hot sun.

The location they were in at this time was Lucifer's Afterlife Nightclub. It was not that they came here to look for wheat, but mainly because Elaine had grown up here since she was a child. Now that she came to the human world, she naturally wanted to 'go home'.

This is her final destination in the human world, and this is the only place.

The home she used to have was long gone after her mother died.

"Come in, you don't need to change your shoes." She opened a door with a smile, turned on the light, then quickly ran to the bed, jumped up, and lay there motionless.

She took a deep breath on the pillow, but soon choked and coughed, apparently inhaling too much dust.

Su Ming naturally didn't mean to be polite. He walked into this spacious bedroom. It was located in the staff area behind the nightclub, but it looked more like a girl's boudoir. The walls and furniture here were all pink, with various fabric edges. There are also fluffy lace edges, which are very girly.

It seems that Lucifer is indeed raising Elaine as a little princess.

But this was three years ago. The furnishings in this room have not changed much from when Elaine was in school, but no one has cleaned them for a long time. There is dust on the bedspread and table.

"Clean it up." Su Ming activated the quantum concept. Although he couldn't use magic, it would be nice if he could achieve similar effects.

There's really nothing to clean, just dusting.

In this way, people can enter the room, at least the sofa and chairs can be used to sit on it.

"Oh, my bed is still so soft." Elaine lay on the bed, kicked off her shoes, and rolled around relaxedly, but then she sat up suddenly: "By the way, we can't just lie down like this. It’s time to celebrate, you got my grandfather, it’s just the right time for a party.”

"Ahem! God, do you ever feel like you've forgotten something?"

Deadpool stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingers rapidly, and the outline of a lewd smile was outlined under the mask:

"Actually, I owe a lot to the success of this operation, and I also made a huge sacrifice. You don't know what a fucking feeling it is to be swallowed by a bad old man. I can heal myself." Although my new body is still pure, my young mind has been severely damaged.”

"I have no money." The girl got up from the bed very bachelorly, walked to the writing table aside, flipped through her old textbooks on the table, and found a notebook from it: "How about I give you an IOU, and I'll come back. When Uncle Lucifer comes back, I will ask him to give you a reward."

It doesn't matter if you don't have money. Lucifer has plenty of money. The devil may be short of many things, but he will never be short of gold.

If Elaine wants to be rich, she can indeed make money instantly. After all, she is the only God now.

But as a human, she knew that life was not like that, and she shouldn't break some rules, at least not when she existed in the world as a human.

"Forget it, Lucifer's reward!" Deadpool obviously didn't want to accept this kindness. He finally gave up the idea of ​​asking the newly appointed God for a red envelope, and turned to look at his cousin beside him: "We still wait. It’s time to join the party, right, cousin?”