Zongman Invasion: I Can Absorb Others' Abilities

"Ha ha……"

Anthony laughed wildly, laughing so hard that he was out of breath. He raised his finger and pointed at the shameless little guy. When he had laughed enough, he laughed and cursed: "You kid, you are quite shameless."

"hey-hey!"

Qiye scratched his head and giggled.

"What do you want to drink?"

Anthony asked casually, turned around and walked to the cabinet under the pallet counter.

The ice-covered display window was stained with thick oil stains and a few pieces of minced meat. I wonder if it had not been opened for a long time.

Anthony pulled hard but did not pull it away immediately. When he started for the second time, he used too much force and directly took the small wooden door apart in his hand.

"What the hell, this thing is so useless. I swear, I have never used such bad kitchen utensils."

He muttered a complaint, rubbed the scraps of meat on the cupboard with his hand on his leather apron, and bent down to rummage through the mezzanine filled with bottles and cans for a long time.

When Qiye was terrified and wondering if he should turn around and run away, Anthony finally found a can of canned coffee that was covered in rust and originally had advertising packaging, but had long since fallen off due to time.

"Drink some of this, okay?"

Anthony straightened up, placed the cafe on the sticky pallet, and turned to ask.

Qiye looked at the dirty pallet with minced meat mixed with oil stains and blood, feeling sick in his heart, but when he saw Anthony's strange eyes staring directly at her, he gritted his teeth and laughed dryly, "I'm causing trouble for you!

The coffee is pretty good, I love drinking it.”

When Anthony was praised, his tense expression softened a lot. He raised a happy smile on his lips and concentrated on handling the coffee, "I knew you would like it, because I also like drinking it..."

When he said this, he seemed to recall something. The happy expression on his face slowly disappeared, and a strong sadness appeared. He cried softly: "She used to drink the black coffee I brewed the most! She said black coffee

, it tastes bitter, but its sweet aftertaste makes people remember it fresh, just like our love."

"...Why? Why did she want to harm me and that stinky man?"

Anthony opened the coffee can, as if falling into some kind of memory.

Tears flowed from his eyes, and they fell, but the sadness and admiration in his eyes gradually turned into overwhelming anger, and his eyeballs began to fill with astonishing bloodshot eyes, like wide-open fish eyes.

He picked up the spoon and stabbed the coffee can hard, as if stabbing his enemy, "You little bitch, why are you doing this to me? Why are you conspiring with him to harm me...why?"

"Bang! Bang!"

The spoon turned into a murderous weapon in his hand, and he stabbed it hard into the coffee can, causing a burst of coffee powder to scatter randomly. A lot of it even splashed on his face and leather clothes, making him look too much.

It's a bit funny, but more of a ferocity and perversity that I've never seen before.

It wasn't until he stabbed the bottom of the jar and hit the pallet with a dull sound that Anthony suddenly woke up from that strange and negative emotion.

"……me!"

The bloodshot blood in Anthony's eyes faded like a tide. He looked at the tin can that was almost smashed in his hand. He later remembered his violent impulse just now. He suddenly squatted down and curled up into a ball, like a can that had been abandoned by its owner in the rain.

stray puppy, whining sadly.

Qiye's right hand, which clenched the beheading knife tightly, was covered in fine sweat. Seeing Anthony being normal again, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and try to comfort him:

"...Are you okay?"

"Well! I'm much better."

Anthony wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes carelessly, stood up, and with a low and solemn voice, started over what he had not finished just now. But under Qiye's perception, his legs couldn't help but tremble, "This man is so weird..."

Anthony dug out from the compartment under the pallet and pulled out a dirty, worn-out coffee cup with several nicks on the edge.

"You don't mind it, do you?"

Anthony saw that the utensils he used to entertain guests seemed to be a little dilapidated, and a trace of guilt appeared on his face. He turned to look at Qiye and asked carefully, just like a child who was afraid of being criticized by adults.

"No, no, not at all!" Qiye shook his head like a rattle, fearing to arouse the other party's negative emotions, and quickly expressed that he did not dislike it.

"Well, I saw you right. You are a good child with a good family education."

An Dongxi was as happy as a child, humming a tune and continuing to brew the unfinished cup of coffee in his hand.

He originally wanted to use a spoon to scoop out a measuring spoon from the coffee can, but he had broken the spoon just now, so he had to use his big hand stained with oil and blood to reach into the iron can, randomly grab a handful of coffee foam, and put it into the cup.

But without a spoon for weighing, his large handful of coffee was stained all over the cup, and a lot of it even fell on the pallet table.

"well!"

Looking at his clumsy appearance, Anthony sighed, and had no choice but to stretch out his thick index finger and stir the cup a few times to let some of the coffee foam overflow.

"This is perfect!"

There was just less than a third of the cup of coffee foam left, and most of the remaining two-thirds fell into the snow on the pallet and floor.

He was so happy, as if he had completed a work of art, he turned around and dragged the iron chain with his feet, came to the big iron can on the side, opened the rusty and sticky faucet, and a stream of sticky blood flowed from it.

Mix into cup.

After doing all this, he stretched out two fingers from his big hand like a cattail fan, carefully pinched the ring of the cup, and walked towards Qiye.

Qiye's pupils widened and he wanted to die.

"...God, are you forcing me to eat shit?"

Just when he was uneasy and sweating on his forehead, Anthony slapped his head, as if remembering something, and said to himself:

"Well...if my memory is correct, there will be some cute and small decorations on the surface of the cappuccino..."

"Well! Yes, you do have these etiquettes when entertaining distinguished guests, although it seems a bit cumbersome and useless."

Anthony returned to the chopping board, bent down with his burly body, and took out a large glass jar from the compartment under the pallet.

It was filled with white and greasy sliding maggots, as if they were precious ingredients that the other party had deliberately reserved for entertaining guests.

"...I'll go, buddy, you won't really come, will you!?" Qiye's eyes widened, and a bad idea came to his mind.

Anthony's face showed a look of reluctance, but he still opened the jar, put his big hands covered with calluses and sores deep into the jar, stirred and fiddled with it, trying to choose the most delicious decoration for his friend.

He picked out a few of the fattest maggots, pinched them with two thick fingers, and carefully put them into the coffee as a garnish.

The corners of Qiye's mouth twitched, and he wanted to turn around and run away on the spot.

...This guy is definitely not normal!

Whose family has such a way of entertaining guests?

It's either a hairdressing, hairdressing or hair drying service, or a bath in a sauna and a combination of ice and fire. Why did it change when I arrived at your house?

It’s become so hard to describe!

You might say that he didn't provide good hospitality, but it doesn't seem to be the case.

But you can say that his hospitality is thoughtful...

"..."

MMP!

You better let me shit.

"Kids, come on, drink while it's hot!"

Anthony came to Qiye, and his huge body stood in front of him, giving people an extremely exaggerated sense of oppression.

On half of his face, a large face with tiny pits and white bones was exposed. From time to time, white maggots wandered around, and there was an amiable smile on his face.

If you add in the brutal injuries on the other person's face and abdominal cavity, it would be terrifying, just like Sadako sitting on your bedside late at night, telling you ghost stories with her ghostly and shrill voice.

That kind of surprise is beyond ecstasy!

"……Well!"

Qiye's head felt a little dizzy, so he asked me to calm down.

"Why, you don't like drinking?" The smile on Anthony's face disappeared instantly.

"How...how could it be?"

Qiye stuttered, and saw two fat white maggots rolling and playing in the coffee. He suppressed the overwhelming nausea in his heart, carefully took the coffee, and changed the subject.

"Brother Anthony, did you know that I would come to find you?"

In order to keep the cup of coffee in his hand from entering his stomach, he called him Brother Anthony, his dear brother.

You are already the eldest brother, but you still have the nerve to embarrass your younger brother?

Speaking of business, Anthony seemed to have forgotten about the coffee. He dragged the chain on the ground, making a sharp clanking sound that made people's skin crawl. He returned to the pallet, leaned his burly body on the pallet, and faced Qiye.

, a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"The bone-crushing knife has undergone a change. As its previous owner, of course I know that you are back and come to this world that belongs exclusively to this extraordinary tool."

"???"

"Haha! Young man, you can live until now, and every time you wield the power in the bone-crushing knife wantonly, you should thank me. Otherwise, you will be one of them."

Anthony chuckled, raised his big hand, and pointed at the forest of hanging corpses that filled the factory building.

"???"

Qiye was confused again, as if he didn't know why.

"You got it, it's your luck and your misfortune." Anthony did not explain other things, but said another thing meaningfully.

And as the other party communicates normally, the whole person becomes more and more normal.

Qiye put the coffee on the old stool beside him, rubbed his aching forehead, and decided to take the initiative, "I followed the induction from somewhere, it was not the induction from the bone-crushing knife, but from you?

"

When Anthony saw Qiye put the coffee on the stool, a look of fierceness appeared in his eyes, as if the negative emotions in his body were aroused, but he restrained the anger, hammered his head hard, and let out a painful roar.

"Bitch, slut, slut... you hurt me, you dare me to hurt me..."

The other party held his hands with bulging veins, a painful expression on his face, and said in a hoarse and trembling voice: "I don't have much time, kid, listen..."