Doomsday Summon Master

Chapter 97
The little girl just now was called Wei Qingyue. Yang Feng looked at the bracelets and rings that suddenly appeared on his arms. They were divided into two extreme colors, black and white.

The ring is full of tiny devils, who are using various criminal methods to torture the human beings around them. In the middle of the ring, you can see a devil with wings on its back, holding a pan with its hands up. A gem with a strange purple color.The bracelet is also engraved with tiny elves playing in the bushes. In the middle of the bracelet, an elf wearing a crown can be seen holding a bright yellow gemstone in his hand.

There is definitely some relationship between these two pieces of equipment that Yang Feng doesn't know about.

But he didn't care. He just glanced at it and then turned around, slowly walking to the blood-covered bar under the Lion King's puzzled gaze.

There were several male corpses lying on the ground. They were all naked, but the thing in the middle had been cut off.

Yang Feng didn't care about the warm blood still under his feet. He put the blood feather back into the scabbard on his waist, then walked straight to the counter and picked up a bottle of wine.

He used to be a bartender. Although he was needed by the army for combat, he could still make a lot of flavored wine.

Turn over the bottle in your hand, gin.Yang Feng nodded, casually picked up an unused cup from the table and poured the gin in his hand.

"Slime, bring me a cigarette."

Yang Feng turned around and picked up a bottle of Cointreau and lemon juice. The condiment wine he was going to make was called Cuba Liberty. It was Yang Feng's favorite drink in the past, and he would drink it almost every time he was in the army. Take the time to order a drink.

But he hadn't had a drink since the end of the day, and he was ready to enjoy it when he had the chance.

Taking the cigarette and lighter from the slime, Yang Feng lowered his head and lit the tobacco, feeling the smoke flowing rapidly through his lungs, like a delicate hand slowly brushing it.

The women on the deck were not dead, they were still staring at the pure ceiling with their dull eyes, even though their bodies had been splashed with blood, they did not move.

Judging from their appearance, they should have been imprisoned for several days, and in the past few days, they have been forced to endure the violence against them by men who are like beasts.They didn't have the guts to go out here, so they could only exert their inner panic and fear on these innocent women here.

Yang Feng sat down on the chair, the tobacco in his hand was burning slowly, and the smoke formed slowly flew into the air and disappeared.

He was more than 50 years old in his previous life, so he can be regarded as an out-and-out middle-aged and elderly person.But this body is only big and small. According to the existing jurisdictional law, this body has just come of age, and it can touch the things that adults should accept.

For example, the darkness of human nature...

Yang Feng stood up and pulled out a bloody human corpse from under the counter. This group of people here lived by eating meat and venting themselves.Yang Feng took a deep breath of smoke, and pulled out the corpse below neatly. Her head had not been chopped off, and some cloudy liquid could still be seen in her mouth.

Yang Feng stood up, no longer paying attention to the corpse below, but picked up the Cuba Liberty on the counter, and drank it in one gulp, but the veins on his arm showed that his heart was not as calm as it looked.

This is really a group of veritable scumbags. They don't want to run out of here, but enjoy themselves here by humiliating their companions.Eat meat when you are hungry, drink alcohol when you are thirsty, sleep when you are tired, and play with people when you are awake.

If they hadn't been patrolling, Yang Feng wouldn't have known about the existence of this group of people. They were so well hidden that they didn't go out at all during the day and wouldn't open the door to the bar except under special circumstances.

Yang Feng took a puff of cigarette, and walked towards the tied women on the deck: "Do you want to die now, or do you want to live?"

"die……"

The dry lips opened and closed, and there was a glint in the eyes of the woman in front of Yang Feng.Her back was covered with smoke marks and cuts from knives, and even a piece of her palm was cut off. The huge wound had festered and rotted, and the wound was covered in the middle of the rope that bound her, yellow-red. The ropes were soaked in pus and stuck together tightly.

After hearing her words, Yang Feng's body suddenly trembled unconsciously, his eyes gradually lost their spirit, and turned into the old well without waves.He wanted to hear the woman herself talk about living, but the reality was often so cruel.

"I'll be fast, it won't hurt."

Yang Feng's lips were trembling with each other, his mind was in chaos now, it seemed that there was something trying to break through the shackles, struggling hard...

He slowly stretched out his hand. Although his lips were trembling, his arms were as steady as a rock.

The woman may have known what was going to happen next. She raised her neck slightly. This was the only movement Yang Feng had seen her make for such a long time.

'click'

Yang Feng gently pressed down on the woman's head, and suddenly exerted force to turn it back neatly.Indeed, without a trace of pain, the woman's neck was broken by Yang Feng, and she died on the spot.

The dead woman looked very peaceful, she closed her eyes when she felt Yang Feng's hand on her head, and a tear flowed slowly from it...

He stood up, and the arm he had just pulled out suddenly trembled violently. He always felt that the current scene seemed to have been seen before, and his actions seemed to have been done before... and that person seemed to be a very close friend of his. loved ones...

Taking a deep breath of cigarette, Yang Feng moved his steps and walked to the next woman...

'Crack...'

'Crack...'

'Crack...'

After breaking the necks of the rest of the women, Yang Feng would ask them every time he started, that is: Do you want to die now?

The answers they got were very unified, they all agreed, and they all closed their eyes before Yang Feng made a move, and even the last one personally thanked him and smiled at him forcefully.

"You're welcome……"

Yang Feng said to himself, as if all the strength in his body had been taken away from him, he sat helplessly on the sofa, trembling all over and taking a sip of the cigarette in his hand, and then forced himself to calm down.

"call……"

Slowly exhaled smoke drifted in the air.

The thing in Yang Feng's mind finally stopped, it couldn't break free, it was just a group of fragile memories, a group of weak, forgotten memories...

But in the next second, a girl's voice suddenly sounded in Yang Feng's ears: "Brother!"

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