Please Call Me Lord God

Yes, my blood is singing, and if there is a will in the deep veins, a song, a movement is being sung.

This is a wonderful feeling. By listening to this piece of music, Drake can interpret an ancient memory, a blood-borne memory and inheritance.

But for him now, this kind of understanding takes a long time.

He saw that his appearance in the mirror was changing a little bit. This was a complete transformation, which could be refreshed from the inside out.

"Me, it really is different than before!"

Only at this moment did he wake up to his own transformation, which is a comprehensive transformation, just like the metamorphosis of insects, which is an indicator of individual maturity.

He could feel the surging power of the body after the change, and at the same time, he also remembered the scene where he killed Duck and his two followers.

"Damn, they **** it!"

Drake didn't feel anything wrong with pinching Fat Dak's neck. Instead, he felt a pleasure to perform the right behavior.

"Not only do they **** it, but also Hudson and that woman!"

People should pay for their own wrongdoing.

Drake took a deep breath of excitement. He found what he should do, which may be the mission entrusted to him by heaven.

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Hudson couldn't remember what happened. When he woke up, both hands and feet were forcibly fixed to the ground by ropes, and his limbs were pulled to the limit, which ensured that he could not stand up by moving his hands and feet.

He also found that he could not shout, because when a person found that his mouth was stuffed with a large ball of cloth, he shoved it into his cheeks, and he realized that he really couldn't make a sound.

"Woohoo!"

He tried hard, and was only able to sob a few times, which sounded like he could not wake anyone up in such a night.

(Last night ... I just drank a few glasses of wine with Molly, but I didn't really drink too much, Molly, that **** woman, did she lie to me?)

Hudson tried to turn his head. He saw the other side of himself. There was a familiar face in the hall. It was Molly, the female dancer who worked in the pole dance hotel, just like him, fastened to the ground by a rope. With a strip of cloth in her mouth, she was facing her own, desperately trying to convey something, and her eyes were full of fear.

Molly! How could this woman be trapped here?

She's **** like herself, who is daring, who dares to do this to us?

Could it be those guys who loan usury, but they have paid off their debts recently!

Hudson was sweating coldly. He recently sold his belongings and got a lot of money. He had a lot of money on hand, otherwise he would not run back to find his old lover Molly.

Could it be that ... it was Charlie's grandson who knew that he had money, and when he saw the fortune of wealth, he planned to use a poisonous hand? The more he imagined this, the colder his sweat became, and his hands and feet began to get cold.

It was also at this instant that he heard a sound, like a sizzling sound when the charcoal fire was burning.

He followed his voice to his head, and saw a figure approaching himself.

(Drake, help me untie the rope ...)

He desperately gestured with his eyes,

The man who came over was Drake. His face was dull and calm, and he didn't look like a child at all. The most weird thing was that Drake had a small coal-burning stove in his hand.

"Hudson, are you okay!"

He lowered his body and took off the cloth from his mouth.

"Stupid thing, do you look good to me? Tie me and untie the rope ..."

Hudson yelled.

"Why are you still doing it? Get started! Wait till I come out and pack up your stupid thing."

"No, I can't help you untie the rope."

Drake showed a mocking look, but Hudson hadn't seen it yet.

He just stared straight at Drake, feeling the smile on his face as if he had never seen it in the past. It was an indescribable smile with a creepy feeling.

"Because I tied you up ..."

"you……"

Damn it! What this little devil wants to do.

"Hudson, haven't you noticed yet? What's on your stomach?"

The word of this little ghost made Hudson take a look at him. Then he found that his upper body was completely naked. An iron basin was placed on his belly, and a small metal bowl was pressed on the iron basin.

"What did you do, what was under the iron basin? On my stomach ... Fack, what did you stuff inside?"

Hudson was scared. He couldn't see what the thirteen-year-old was about to do, but he was still scared. He could feel a horrible abomination. It was a hostile entity. space.

Drake squatted down, patted his face with the palm of his hand, and said with a mild smile, "It's a mouse. I don't think you can guess. I've stuffed a few mice under the iron basin."

"... They made a hole near the basement of the house, and two mice laid a litter of mice. There were dozens of them, and I was annoyed that they were noisy every day."

"... I hate mice and furry things. They are no better than the creatures in Shanghai. They have no fins, no scales, and their skin is not smooth. So I caught them and fell all the **** cubs . "

Drake said with a cruel smile: "Of course, I'm not a cruel person. I gave the remaining mice a chance to live. The opportunity is in this iron basin. Next, I will cook it. Putting carbon in this metal bowl, I will gradually increase the weight until the temperature of the metal basin gradually increases. These rats have no way to escape ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The weight of the iron basin is that they cannot break away Yes, there is only one way for them next, and that is to find a way to make a hole, and then do it in the basement of our house. Look, for example, digging down, I think it will be faster. "

"No ... don't, don't do this ?!"

Before Hudson had finished speaking, Drake shoved the cloth in.

He didn't plan to give Hudson and the woman Molly on the other side any chance, he wanted them to die here tonight.

... Every harmful bug should be pinched to death.

He looked at the despairing look of both men, his eyes showing a pleasant look.

"Well, this game is about to start."

Drake grinned, holding a piece of charred charcoal with iron tongs, and placed it on an iron bowl on Hudson's stomach.

He increased the hot coals of moxibustion little by little, and admired Hudson's increasingly scared look, and this process continued until he screamed and died.