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My time is near...
Splash buckets of blood from my enemies, creating an ocean. I must now cross this sea in a boat made of their bones.
My sails are their skin...
It is their last breath that blows the sails...
I will gaze into this ocean and tell my story, for at last I will find mercy and forgiveness.
I wait for the order to execute me, I don't expect anything until this life is lost.
A monologue suddenly appeared in the ears of Feng Bujue and Siyu. When this passage appeared, all other voices disappeared. Both of them sensed something from each other's faces, knowing that the other had heard the same thing. content.
When the words were finished, the noise and chaos returned to the surroundings. The ghosts rushed at the gate wantonly, and some of them broke through the windows.
Although I don't understand what happened just now, but I don't have time to stand still and think right now. Feng Bujue helped Siyu up, took the lantern, and led her quickly towards the kitchen.
When they approached the counter that separated the kitchen from the cafeteria, the lights in the kitchen suddenly turned on, and a tall black figure was standing behind the counter, staring at the two of them.
The body of this monster is humanoid, but it has a pig's head. Its exposed muscles are all pink. It is wearing a white vest and military trousers. . The shape of this one gives people the impression that the second senior brother has finally succeeded in fitness. However, it seems that there is no such thing as a nine-toothed rake on his hand... …
Feng Bujue and Siyu were only separated from this monster by a counter, and an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly hit them. They could all clearly feel that the terrifying aura emanating from this monster was stronger than that surrounded by everyone outside. The ghosts are much more intense. Just standing face to face like this, the invisible deterrent is enough to make it difficult for them to move.
"Hi, I'm Oink." It actually greeted them.
At this time, a large number of ghosts have successfully poured into the cafeteria, climbed over the table and crawled across the floor, bullying Feng Bujue and Siyu.
Oink tilted its pig's head, pointed behind the two players, and said in a moderate voice: "Get out of my place, now!" He said the last two words with emphasis tone.
The ghosts really stopped moving after these words, they could only reluctantly glance at the two prey that had reached their mouths, and then left angrily.
"Go and sit down there." After the ghost receded, Oink pointed to the table closest to the counter, motioning for Feng Bujue and Siyu to sit there.
The two exchanged glances and reached a tacit understanding. They came to the side together, put the lantern on the table, and sat down facing each other.
There is no doubt that the fifth mission in the ballad has already begun. The more gratifying thing is that the related plot of this pig-headed uncle does not seem to need to be solved by fighting. Because judging from its murderous aura, even if both players are at full strength, fighting with it will undoubtedly lead to death.
After Feng Bujue and Siyu sat down, Oink started to work. It took some things out of the refrigerator, then came to the cooking table, and began to wash and cut...
Standing up and walking around rashly might have bad consequences, Feng Bujue didn't want to take that risk, so he just straightened his neck and looked in. But the cooking table was close to the wall at the other end of the kitchen, and Oink's physique like a big devil like a meat mountain completely blocked Feng Bujue's sight.
Hearing the sound, Oink should have taken out two large pieces of meat from the freezer, removed the skin, chopped them into several pieces, and thrown them into the soup pot that had been filled with water for two afternoons.
As a person who often cooks, in this quiet environment, you can roughly know what the other party is doing by listening to the sound and smelling the smell.
Feng Bujue is familiar with such things as people cooking pigs. Looking at it today, the process of pigs cooking people seems to be similar...
But Feng Bujue has no experience in cooking human flesh, let alone what that broth smells like. Assuming that the two pieces of meat boiled by Oink are one of its kind and the other is of Feng Bujue's kind, then in the ballad "Which bowl of human flesh is which bowl of soup"
I'm afraid you really have to "taste" it to tell the difference.
Oink is really good at cooking. Carrots, onions, potatoes, celery, minced garlic, red wine, butter, bay leaves, various spices, etc. Let’s not talk about his knife skills, anyway, put everything that should be put, floating The fragrance that comes out shows that the two pots of soup are good in terms of seasoning.
Feng Bujue and Siyu didn't intend to get up and run away, they knew very well that it wouldn't work, and even if Oink didn't stop them, the ghosts wouldn't let them go outside. It's better to use the precious time to rest and hang two pots of soup and take a nap for more than an hour. During this period, Oink has been busy, adding seasonings and adjusting the heat from time to time, as if completely forgetting the existence of the two players.
This is a good thing for Rui Yu's injury. After a long rest, the [bleeding] state finally disappeared from the menu. Back to around 20.
Unlike the physical value, the player's survival value recovers very slowly, and the recovery speed is only about one-tenth of the physical value. Passive skills, potions, and medical treatment can all come in handy at this moment, but unfortunately, these two don't have any of them, and they don't know any of them.
Silence and quietness are hotbeds of thinking. Feng Bujue has been thinking about things for a while. He rearranged all the information he got after entering the script, analyzing the current situation and the meaning of the last line of the ballad...
Feng Bujue had heard the name Oink before, but he couldn't remember when or where he heard or saw this name. After exploring in the attic of his brain for more than half an hour, he finally dug out the piece of memory.
Oink, Butcher of Heaven.
Feng Bujue gradually recalled that the monologue he heard before was the words left by Oyinke before his execution.
It was a short comic book, telling a dark and heavy story, far deeper than this script in terms of content. It is estimated that Oink in front of him has little to do with the protagonist in the story, except that his name and appearance are the same.
Maybe the system is trying to use this monster to satirize something? Feng Bujue couldn't help thinking that Oink, a hybrid life form that used to send its own kind to the slaughterhouse every day, finally boiled the human beings who created themselves and enslaved them. Is this a happy move...
A sound brought back Feng Bujue's thoughts. He followed the sound and found that Oink had turned off the fire and was pouring soup into two bowls.
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