Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

In the dark dungeon, it was hard to tell the time, until the faint cries of birds came from outside the wall, and the people inside realized that a new day had begun.

The cub that howled for most of the night finally couldn't resist the tiredness and fell asleep. The cat on its head was several months old. Although it didn't weigh much, the feeling of being pressed on top of the head was so wonderful that the child frowned when he was asleep It was tight, as if caught in some kind of nightmare.

The cat's tail flicked slightly, and the black cat slowly opened its eyes. After yawning, it jumped down from the bird's nest. It landed silently, but the vigilant cub opened its eyes immediately.

Seeing the black cat in front of him who had slept all night with his head as his own territory, and now squatting on the ground staring at him, the cub had a ferocious expression, and spoke sinisterly. "Absolutely, peeled off your skin!"

Hearing the familiar words, there was a little more speechless emotion in the black cat's eyes.

"Guuu-"

As soon as the threatening words were finished, the cub's hungry stomach protested, and its empty stomach loudly declared its desire to eat.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, looking at the black cat's round eyes, the cub felt an inexplicable annoyance in his heart.

"What are you looking at, get out!"

The hoarse voice that roared for most of the night was so hoarse that it could not be heard. The black cat looked at him, flicking its tail slowly.

When he wanted to drive away again, the black cat moved first.

Under the gaze of the cub, he turned around with graceful catwalks, passed through the iron gate without looking back, and disappeared from his sight.

"..."

……baffling.

……

Yayoi Kamiyoi had memorized the general structure of the entire castle, and the cat's body was very flexible, so he quickly left the eerie dungeon.

Compared with the hellish scene below, the upper floor is clean and bright, and even has a sacredness that makes people yearn for.

Monks in cassocks are in groups, incense is lingering in front of the Buddhist hall, and devout believers bow their heads to worship.

The black cat stood on the beam of the house condescendingly watching the scene of people coming and going below.

The presiding officer praying for the believers has a kind and compassionate face, like Maitreya Buddha, who is sympathetic to the world and human beings. He is emotional under the narration of the believers, with tears in his eyes, very much like the Buddha who saves all living beings.

The little novice had a cute smile, and greeted the crowd with humility and courtesy. On the altar, the golden statue of the Buddha several meters high was crowned, and the Buddha's light was shining brightly.

The difference between Western bliss and hell is clearly laid out in front of your eyes.

The black cat's pupils contracted to the extreme, and its front paws slowly scratched the beam made of iron pear wood, leaving scratches on it.

Finally, it withdrew its gaze, turned and left.

Taking advantage of the interval between monks changing guard, the black cat quietly left with a bag of sacrificial snacks on the table.

When they returned to the dungeon, the iron door was wide open, and the cell was empty, with the iron chains hanging down to the walls on both sides, and the little beast was nowhere to be seen.

Looking at the dirty and smelly cell, the black cat's eyes flashed with disgust.

The clean cat really couldn't bear this kind of environment. He managed to find a place on the haystack that wasn't so unbearable, let go of his mouth, and the paper bag fell on the straw. Bao closed his eyes.

Until the beam of light transmitted through the wall was dyed orange red, the black cat opened its eyes amidst the sound of footsteps moving slowly from far to near, glanced at the dark passage, lowered its head, took the paper bag in its mouth and jumped behind the haystack. Stare at the door through the gap.

But after a while, two monks wearing rough uniforms appeared in the black cat's field of vision. They walked and chatted, their footsteps were idle.

The black cat's eyes fell on the thinner hand of one of them. The immature beast was dragged along the ground by its arms, and new wounds were added to its body. The bright red blood ran down its body, leaving glaring bloodstains along the way.

"Boom—" the monk who walked to the door threw the cub into the cell like trash, and the other man held a candlestick in his hand, glanced at the lifeless child inside, and asked, "Don't you lock it up?" ?”

They didn't regard the other party as their own kind in the words. To them, it was just a monster for experiment.

A butcher has no mercy on the meat on the chopping board.

"Let's talk after dinner." The man before closed the iron door and replied: "I'm just out of breath, and he can't run out now. I saw something good when I passed the kitchen in the afternoon, but it will be gone if I go late. "

"Huh? What a good thing?" His companion was instantly aroused by his curiosity, and he left the previous matter behind him, pulling him to ask questions again and again.

"You will know when you go." The monk said with a smile, pushing his companions to go out. "Let's go quickly, the smell is really bad, I'm going to throw up if I stay any longer."

"Hey, don't push me..."

When the sound faded away, the black cat hiding behind the haystack came out stepping on grass clippings.

He walked to the side of the little monster lying on the ground, looked at the puddle of blood slowly pooling under him, lowered his head, put down the paper bag he was holding, and slapped his tail on the ground again and again.

It was patter, with a certain rhythm. After a while, the cat seemed a little impatient, and the rhythm gradually accelerated, and it even seemed a little noisy in the empty and quiet underground cell.

The shriveled fingers covered with wounds twitched a few times, and the dying little monster finally responded.

The slightly opened eyes were a little slack, and in the blurred vision, I saw a small black shadow stopping not far away, and the golden dots on it were like stars shining in the dark night.

Bright and bright, it seems to be within reach.

The twitching hand slowly raised towards the direction of the black shadow, struggling, trying to touch the starlight that was close at hand.

The black cat watched quietly. The cub's twisted and deformed hand approached with difficulty, and when it was about to touch it, it fell powerlessly and hit the ground.

The sharp cat's claws protruded from the meat pads and stroked the paper bag a few times. The black cat lowered its head, picked up a piece of soft and delicious rice cake, and walked over slowly.

The black cat's approaching figure was reflected in the cloudy eyes, and a sweet scent gradually smelled in the nose, and the throat rolled uncontrollably, swallowing saliva continuously, and greed and longing appeared in the eyes of the cub.

The black cat stopped in front of his face, lowered its head, and brought the pastry it was holding to his mouth.

Even though the intestines and stomach were whining, the cub did not move, and its focused eyes were fixed on the unexpected intruder, as if examining and measuring.

The black cat lowered its head and waited for a while, a little impatiently, raised its paw and patted his face, making him open his mouth.

The force is not heavy, the flesh pad is like cotton, a soft ball falls on the face, the touch is very wonderful.

The black cat patted it a few more times before the cub raised its face and opened its mouth with difficulty.

The cat delivered the pastry to his mouth, and the sweet, greasy and soft pastry captured the taste buds at once. The cub, who hadn't eaten for a long time, was very restrained, resisting the urge to swallow, chewing the soft pastry bit by bit , staring closely at the pair of eyes that were so bright that they were dazzling.

The dark dungeon was unbelievably quiet, with the faint and difficult sound of swallowing.

……

Regarding the information about the organization of Jigaku Prison, Yayoi Kodai had seen a little bit in the background introduction given by the system before, and this sudden plot trigger gave him a deeper understanding of the nature of this organization.

This is a group of crazy idealists, and also a behemoth lurking in the dark.

They set up strongholds in various places to bring comfort to the people who have been eroded by natural disasters and man-made disasters, so that they can get false relief, indulge in the fantasy world woven by the Prison Sect, and yearn for a world of extreme happiness and peace without disasters and disasters.

In fact, they used the gimmick of spreading the Buddha's message to amass a lot of money, spying on Gao Tianyuan, where the gods are, like a mouse in the gutter, which is their ideal land.

They are trying to create gods.

Create a brand new, powerful and unrivaled god that can be controlled by them, and then invade Gao Tianyuan.

The children imprisoned in the dungeon are the test products they plundered from all over the world. These children who are born with defects are the best containers for magic power. They have not been expected and blessed since birth, and they have been spurned and hated. All of them have amazing spell power, they gathered these children together, and selected the most qualified recipients who could accept the most.

Among them, the childhood mission goal is the one that most meets their expectations.

In addition to their own magic power, they will take the target out once every seven days, and torture them. The physical pain and spiritual hatred can increase the negative emotions accumulated in the target's heart sharply until they reach the standard they want.

The black cat lay on the haystack, raised its eyelids and glanced at the dying child who was thrown in again, and reaffirmed that this game was made by the people of the underworld.

From the beginning to the present, there is really no plot or setting that is something in the world.

"...Hungry..." The cub lying on the ground made an intermittent and weak sound. The black cat flicked its tail lazily, raised its paw and slapped down the paper bag with snacks beside it, without any thought of getting up.

The paper bag drew an arc in the air, and finally hit the opponent's head, bounced twice, and landed next to his face.

"……hungry……"

whispering sound.

Disgust flashed in the eyes of the black cat. It got up from the haystack, stretched its waist, jumped, and jumped onto the back of the cub, turning a deaf ear to the gasping cries below, stepping on the other side and walking with noble steps. to the paper bag.

The cub glared at the black cat that stepped on his face, and the severe pain on his body was not worth the annoyance that the cat stepped on his face.

—Sooner or later, skin the damn thing!

The black cat stretched out its paws, cut open the paper bag twice, pierced a piece of snack with its nails, and then stuffed it directly into the child's mouth, and patted the other front paw dissatisfiedly, telling him to open his mouth quickly.

--absolute!

The immobilized cub opened its mouth indignantly, staring at the cat's tail swinging above it, biting the snack that was handed to its mouth, as if it was biting the black cat's flesh.

After feeding, the black cat yawned, walked back slowly on the human mat under its feet, jumped to the position just now, and lay down with its tail circled.

The gold-plated animal pupils looked at the wounds on the cub from above, and some of the newly added small wounds had even healed now, and some serious ones showed signs of hemostasis, and the self-healing ability of the flesh//body was almost exaggerated The black cat's eyes flashed deep thought.

Is this guy's healing ability getting better and better?

……

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

One night, the black cat woke up by howling, opened its eyes, straightened its body, and looked down at the cub rolling on the ground with its head in its arms and howling in pain.