Endless Debt

The blood flowed along the blade, without the obstruction of the gauntlet, it seeped directly into Helt's five fingers.

The sticky and warm touch made Hert feel like he was grasping a slippery octopus. To prevent the long knife from falling out of his hand, he wiped his hands vigorously on his clothes, smearing blood everywhere.

Helt didn't care about this. He was a butcher, and it was normal for him to have the smell of blood lingering around him.

Likewise, as the shadow of Freeport, everything that happens here is normal.

Dirty and chaos have become a refuge for rats and a refuge for demons.

The disgusting odor easily covered up the smell of decay on the demons. The people living here became their sweet food, and the demons just lived like this.

“Big fish eat small fish.”

Hult muttered to himself, walking in the darkness of the street following the smell of decay.

The blood gradually dried up, and the pain in his mind became stronger again. A small sound came from the shadow behind him, and the rats followed Helt, as if urging him.

A voice whispered in a trance.

Only blood can heal pain and hallucinations.

Hurt didn't refuse. On the contrary, this was what Hult wanted.

Arriving at the end of the dark alley, two guards were smoking cigarettes at the door and telling boring jokes in hoarse accents. There were bursts of singing and people's carnival laughter coming from behind the door.

Soon, the two guards noticed Hult. The shining long knife was full of threats. One of the guards became alert and raised his hand in warning.

"Don't come here again!"

As soon as he finished saying this, a boning knife came through the air and pierced his head. The other guard had no time to exclaim. In the next second, Hert was already in front of him, slashing with a long knife. The owl's head.

The bright red blood smeared a very long arc on the wall. Helter breathed heavily. The blood seemed to have an analgesic effect, and the pain in his mind quickly subsided.

Opening the door, strong and harsh music filled Helt's ears, colorful lights flashed, and the crowd swayed on the dance floor, cheering loudly.

"It's too noisy here," Hurt said.

People didn't notice Helt's arrival. Everyone was immersed in the carnival of the party, hugging each other, kissing each other, drinking hallucinogenic alcohol, leaving life behind, and just enjoying the madness at the moment.

Hult squeezed silently into the crowd, and it didn't take long for him to find another target, an old man with a bald head. In order to cover up the smell of his body, he turned himself into a walking incense. , you can smell the pungent aroma as long as you get close.

There is also the aura of decay unique to demons.

Hurt laughed, how long would it take for these demons to understand that the disgusting smell came from their decaying bodies, and even the spices could not cover it up.

The old guy was completely unaware of the approach of death, and was still twisting his clumsy body to the music. Hert could clearly see that the old guy was clinging to the other girl, his hand caressing her back dishonestly, and there was a look in his eyes. Written full of greed.

Helt could guess what the old man was thinking, and these demons had surprisingly the same ideas.

The girl's profile swayed in front of Helt's eyes. This young profile was very familiar to Helt, and it reminded Helt of his daughter.

Thinking of this, Hert quickened his pace. He approached the old man, holding the boning knife in his hand, and the cold tip pointed directly at the devil.

Butcher.

People who profit from slaughtering livestock.

At first, this is how Hert explained the meaning of butcher to his daughter. He did not like to beautify this profession, nor did he want to overly vilify it, so he had to use these cold words to explain it to his daughter intuitively.

Looking back now, Hert was extremely disappointed with herself. Her daughter didn't care about the butcher at all, she just wanted to spend more time with her.

That's the end of his thoughts. Helt tried to control his consciousness and focus on his work.

Butcher.

After working for a long time, Hert had a strange idea about his profession. He felt that butchering was actually a very artistic profession.

He needs to understand the structure of flesh and blood, know the delicate organs and circulation that are like divine creations, and use exquisite techniques to peel off the precious bones...

The boning knife penetrated diagonally upward under the rib cage, easily avoiding the protection of the bones and hitting the soft heart.

Helter collided with the old man hard and turned the handle of the knife. The old man's expression was extremely painful. His heart was shattered and he was bleeding internally. Not even a demon could sustain such an injury.

Art.

Hurt had thought about combining butchering and art, so he bought a dilapidated bathtub and created his own work there. However, after creating for so long, he still could not make a work of art that he recognized.

Hurt was a little anxious.

Letting go of the handle of the knife, Hert clenched his fist and slammed the handle. In an instant, the boning knife penetrated deeply again. This blow completely killed the old man. He staggered and fell down as if he had drunk too much wine. Walter supported him and let him lean on the edge of the dance floor.

Pulling the wound hard, Hert pulled out the boning knife with great effort. When he straightened up, he realized that the girl was watching everything just now.

Helter ignored the girl and didn't care about her screams of terror. It was noisy enough here, and the others just thought she was having fun.

But someone on the dance floor still noticed this. A man made a gesture of drawing a gun and quickly approached Helt.

Countless travelers come to the Freeport every day, and there are also countless unlucky people who are deceived by demons to attend parties here because of curiosity...or maybe they are simply stupid.

When the hallucinogens take effect and everyone is ecstatic, the demons start a real party and feast.

This kind of thing often happens in the free port. The convenient sewer system makes it easier for people to deal with waste, and it is also convenient for demons to dump corpses, and the hard-working rats never waste any corpses.

Hert did not avoid the man's gun, but quickly approached the man. The man did not hesitate and immediately pulled the trigger. There was a flash of fire, and the long knife accurately split the projectiles. Then Hert came to the man. in front of my eyes.

The man couldn't believe the scene before him, and then his vision was dyed red.

The boning knife accurately cut open the man's eyes, and before he could fire randomly, the long knife cut off his wrists.

Helt raised the long knife high, and the blind man grabbed the woman beside him with his only arm, holding her tightly in front of him as a human shield.

The man didn't think this could stop Helt's slashing, but in fact he succeeded.

Hurt is a butcher, and butchers only kill livestock, not humans.

The long knife fell on the woman's eyebrow. It took a few seconds for the woman to wake up from her drunken state. She realized what had happened and screamed loudly.

During the few seconds of Hult's mercy, another man stood on the high platform, took aim at Hult, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet penetrated Hert's head. Hert did not fall down immediately, but turned around and looked at the man.

Under the man's gaze, no blood spilled out of the bullet hole in his head. Instead, thick smoke floated out. Then Hert's whole body collapsed into a ball of nothingness and completely dissipated.

The man vigilantly searched for Helt's position, and faintly, he heard the low roar of the storm.

In an instant, it seemed as if a strong wind was coming here... No, it was not a strong wind, but something traveling at high speed, causing disturbing airflow in this confined space.

A series of hideous wounds exploded on the wall and floor, the wine cabinet burst open, and all the wine bottles shattered into glass shards that moved in the wind, causing needle-like pain when slapped on the face.

The carnival singing stopped suddenly, as if someone cut the singer's throat, and then blood flowers exploded on the dance floor.

The headless corpse was frozen in place, and the sober people looked on in horror. The blood was thrown high and washed over the dance floor like a heavy rain.

Fear engulfed people's minds, and at this moment Hert was smoking a cigarette, wiping the long knife in his hand, and silently left from the original door.

Opening the door, two figures were waiting for him at the end of the alley.

The boning knife was thrown like a cannonball, and the blow was enough to penetrate the wall. But when the enemy's head was about to be exploded, the opponent actually kept up with Hert's speed, grabbed the handle of the knife, and caused the fatal tip to strike. Hovering in front of his eyeballs.

Hert frowned, and as the moonlight fell, he saw the man's face clearly, and a person that Hert would never have expected appeared in front of him.

"This can't be an illusion."

Hurt murmured to himself. This was the first time he encountered such an illusion.

Blinking blankly, Hult repeatedly confirmed that a person who would never appear here had appeared. He wondered whether he needed to increase his dose.

The other party waved to him, and Lebius shouted.

"Long time no see, Helt."