honor me as god

Chapter 291 He Said No
The moonlight tonight is completely different from usual, glowing with a strange red color, and the vast wilderness seems to be covered with a layer of blood under the moonlight.

In a valley hundreds of miles away from Leiyun City, there are layers of mountains and winding mountain roads. A woman wearing a mask is admiring the moonlight on a hill. The bloody moonlight is reflected in her pupils, and she murmurs melodiously to herself: "Sometimes , I really feel that this world is very wonderful, different time and space reincarnation intertwine, let me meet the descendants of a hundred years later. The smiling devil is the best sacrifice I offer him."

Behind the woman, the "dogs" wearing collars kept breathing and barking in agreement.

"Tap, tap, tap." The sound of horseshoes echoed in the valley from far to near.

Not long after, there seemed to be a shadow looming in the darkness, and Grab's dead soldier jumped out of the night on his horse and stopped in front of the woman.

The dead man did not seem to be a stranger anymore. The dogs did not bark vigilantly after seeing him, but just watched him quietly.

As soon as the dead man got off his horse, he suddenly felt a breeze blowing towards his face. The woman quietly came to his side, sniffing him lightly, with a strange smile in her eyes, like a woman playing with her prey following the smell of blood. beast.

The dead man didn't say anything, and let her sniff at him.

"You brought a poison sac?" The woman revealed the secret of the dead man.

The dead man was not surprised, he opened his mouth cooperatively, showed her the poison sac in his mouth, and said, "If I accidentally miss and get caught, I will kill myself immediately by biting the poison."

"Choose wisely, otherwise, once you fall into Kino's hands, you are likely to become like that." The woman pointed behind the dogs, her eyes filled with a smile.

The dead man looked over subconsciously, and even though he had seen strong winds and waves, he couldn't help but feel horrified.

It was a corpse, the human form was almost invisible, the skin of the whole body had been completely peeled off, only the blood holes in the eye sockets were filled with cooled and solidified iron lead, the gaps between the bones were filled with steel nails, and there were many places where there were gnaws. Bite marks.

What's more frightening is that judging from the bite marks on the corpse, it seems that the teeth were injured by human teeth.

The dead man subconsciously looked at the woman's "dogs", they were lying quietly on the ground, staring at him without any emotion, the moonlight fell on their faces, illuminating the blood at the corners of their mouths.
It is not difficult to imagine how the corpse was treated during its lifetime.

If Kino were here, he would be able to quickly identify from some remaining features that the deceased was Qing, an elite processor he cultivated in his previous life.

The woman walked up to Qing's body, and said in a leisurely tone, "76 hours, 24 minutes and 11 seconds, I have to say, this is a good raw material, but unfortunately, for me, he is not good enough."

Suddenly, the woman turned her head to look at the dead man. She didn't know if it was an illusion. The angle of her neck turning seemed to exceed the limit of human physiology, and the bloody moonlight from the dome was reflected in her eyes: "Do you think his way of dying is artistic enough?"

The dead man's eyes wandered, not knowing what the question meant. After a moment of silence, he decided to shake his head, which was also the answer he thought in his heart.

"Yes! Yes! Not artistic at all!" The woman clapped her hands extremely vigorously, like a fanatic expert in her field of expertise, "But this is what slow processing should look like, isn't it?"

"I don't understand at all. How could later generations develop so abnormally? Artistry is listed as the essence of slow processing! Art is Beethoven's music, Van Gogh's paintings, Shakespeare's poems, it is elegant! Slow processing is a sharp knife Spikes, blood from wounds, and broken limbs are vulgar!"

"Elegance and vulgarity can be appreciated together, but they cannot coexist. Whoever combines art with slow processing deviates from the original principles and is a sinner of the organization."

The dead man was confused by what this weird woman was talking about, and he didn't dare to communicate with her, so he ignored her words and said directly: "Master Administrator asked me to bring the latest intelligence."

Woman: "You say."

Dead Man: "Kino Van Helsing has been captured."

Woman: "Really?"

Dead man: "Yes, Honglian caught him at 18:4 am on the 13th."

Woman: "Really?"

Dead man: "Yes, it is locked in the basement of No. 63, Feicui Lane, North District of Thunder Cloud City, level-5 security—it means that there may be a fifth sequence of Zhimang guarding it."

Woman: "Really?"

The dead man frowned immediately, and it was enough to ask back once or twice, but three times in a row, it seemed like some kind of provocation, and there seemed to be a hint of mystery in the woman's smiling eyes.

Dead man: "If you have something to say, please speak up."

Woman: "Are you trying to tell me that Chino was wounded and escaped on the 16th in Honglian, and was successfully captured and imprisoned by you in the early morning of the 18th, and the information was then successfully stolen by Graber and sent out by you?"

Dead man: "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Woman: "It doesn't matter what I want to ask, I only care about one thing - whether the information you provide is accurate. If it is not accurate, the hunter may become the prey."

Dead man: "This is what the administrator Grab told me personally. What he told me then, I will tell you now. Whether the information is accurate or not is not for me to judge, I am only responsible for conveying it."

"Hmm~ Excellent slayer, let me give you a reward for contacting him." The woman took out the dice from her arms and played with it in her hand, "What is your lucky number?"

Dead soldiers usually practice a lot, so they don't care about lucky numbers, and don't know how to answer them.

Woman: "You can report any number you want, from 0 to 9."

The dead man was a little helpless, and casually reported a number: "3."

Woman: "Can I trust his intelligence? 3."

"Tap." The dice were cast, spinning in the scarlet moonlight, as if dancing in a sea of ​​blood.

The dice land, roll, and freeze
The face of the dice shows "1".

"He said no." The smile in the woman's eyes became deeper, and she looked at the dead man as if she were looking at a corpse. I am afraid that the 'detention place' will be surrounded by the elite guards in an instant, and it will be difficult to fly."

The dead man froze for a moment, staring blankly at the dice: "No. What do you mean?"

"It means that you and Graber are worthless, go die now." The woman just finished speaking, her right hand turned into an afterimage and slid across the dead man's throat at high speed.

"Pfft!" The woman obviously didn't have any sharp weapon in her hand, but the dead man's throat was cut directly, blood spewed out, his blood pressure dropped rapidly, and he knelt down powerlessly on the ground, his vision was enveloped by the darkness spreading from all directions.

At the last moment of his life, in his increasingly blurred vision, the dead man only saw the woman looking down at him like a god of death standing in a sea of ​​blood, until the graceful high-heeled shoes were lifted up, and the heels were slowly stepped towards his eyes .

"laugh--"

The woman raised her foot gracefully, the heel was stained with sticky blood, dripping quietly against the scarlet moonlight, splashing blood beads on the ground.

"tick.tick"

(End of this chapter)