Chapter 711 Mission Waiter Part 2

Chapter 711 Mission ②·Waiter 2

Foreword:

If there were footprints coming out, maybe I would try to walk in.

[Part①・Sound]

"This kid can't hear what we're saying, and he can't speak."

Fred Caesar said this -

"——In this case, Woodpluck, my compassionate and loving father, I will use this boy's essence to create a walking monster and let it search for your traces."

The devil has already made a declaration of attack and is just waiting for Wood to take the bait.

"You definitely won't watch these innocent civilians being murdered by me, right?"

"How far are you from me now? Twenty-one feet? Or twenty-six feet? In which direction?"

Frater patiently pointed to the hole in the wall of the Dyeing Pond Courtyard - that was the way out when he crashed into the wall. For Wood and the other deaf-mute boy, this was the only way out.

"Do nothing? Do you want to continue to be a coward?"

The big devil gently scratched his cheek, and a second mouth grew out of the bright red skin on his cheek. This is the innate skill of the Amber Butterfly, which allows the essence near the vocal organ to be used as another set of mouthpieces.

"I'm going to use the Boiling Blood Curse to kill him. This doesn't consume much spiritual power. It's a death curse that has completely read forty-four syllables, four overtones and two glides."

"He will die very slowly, and his body will be intact and can be used as casting material for the walking monster."

At the same time, two rows of fangs sprouted from the side of Fret's face, he spit out a long purple-black forked tongue, and began to chant sutras and mantras.

The "little mute" who had been hiding outside the door of the gauze washing room suddenly squatted down. At first, he slapped the wooden window of the workshop hard, but got no response. Then he tried to walk towards the entrance of the courtyard wall, but as soon as he stepped out Taking a step forward, my eyes immediately felt burning.

As the death curse spell was activated, the little mute's body temperature was slowly rising. The speed of reciting the curse and casting the spell was neither too fast nor too slow, just a slow simmer.

In just ten seconds, the little mute could only curl up and collapse on the ground like a grilled shrimp.

His skin was red, with the most obvious heat in the distal limbs. There were already dense blisters on his palms, and his skin was saturated with high-temperature tissue fluid, as if it had been soaked in a scalding hot spring and became wrinkled.

The red, swollen and allergic tumors exploded, and he began to scream in agony.

Fred's heart began to waver, not because of the miserable situation of the little mute, but because of Wood Placker's indifference.

"How about it? Aren't you going to save him?"

"The forty-four syllables can be read quickly. I deliberately lengthened the rhythm between the sounds. This language was taught to me by you personally. It is used to distinguish the accent of the devil. Many exorcists use this language. Characteristics to find the pretenders in the hell world hiding in the world.”

"He's going to die soon, Wood."

"If you're not going to save him, why are you saving me?"

"Why did you bring me, a syphilitic deformed freak, out of that cold valley? Why do you mind your own business? Why do you interfere in my life? Why? Why! Why!"

"why why why?"

"What am I asking you?! Why?!"

"Am I just your test subject? This kid is worthless to you? He's deaf and mute and can't be of any help! So you just gave up on him?"

"Wood, you hypocritical and cowardly bitch."

"The spell is about to be finished!"

During this period of time when Fred Kaiser was hysterically asking questions.

Mr. Wood had quietly moved five or six positions. His shoes, which had gone to the west together with his coat, had long been scrapped. He could only step barefoot between the wet and slippery square tiles of the dyeing pool. Trying not to make any noise, he moved towards the tortured little mute.

He did not dare to use his psychic powers, so he uncorked the panacea's circular injection bottle and took off the rubber seal. Try to sprinkle it on the boy to relieve the pain of the blood-boiling curse.

If Frater finishes reciting this spell, the little mute's brain will immediately turn into boiling porridge - Dr. Maguire once suffered from this trick. As long as the death spell is completed, no matter how strong a human being is, he will die in a few seconds. Brain dead.

The distance was not enough. Wood was still more than six meters away from the little mute. He stepped on the stone stairs and continued forward. He had to at least get to the little mute before he could take the medicine.

The moment Fred finished reciting the incantation, the screams of the little mute gradually became weaker. The mouthpiece swelled and blocked the trachea, and all the organs in the body were cooked by the boiling blood. He was only one step away from death.

The panacea was poured on the big boy's face, almost followed by a crackling sound from the hot head. It was because all the moisture in the skin was evaporated by the high temperature, and the bones immediately swelled when exposed to the low-temperature liquid. A cold and brittle sound.

Wood did not hesitate and continued to take out needles from his pocket to save people. Poke the second injection into the side of the little mute's neck.

"Why? Why isn't he dead yet? The sound of heavy breathing seems to be getting stronger and stronger."

Fred said with a smile——

"——It seems that you didn't run away and were right next to this kid, right?"

Soon enough, a strong spiritual energy turned into cold evil thoughts, locking Mr. Wood firmly.

He barely had time to think, and jumped into the dyeing pool with the little mute in his arms. Another blood-boiling curse followed, and the warm sea breeze carried a soul-stealing psychic impact. It hit Wood's leaning limbs, Hitting the flesh and blood between the hip of the right leg and the lower abdomen.

With almost no time to hesitate, Wood pressed hard on the injured limbs in the waist and lower abdomen——

"—Blow it to pieces!"

The suddenly bulging and deformed abdomen, some of the intestines, half a kidney, and an entire right leg were completely blown to pieces.

This part of the limb was hit by the impact of the explosion, and flew out and rolled to the side of the long cloth-drying pole. It still retained the high temperature brought by the boiling blood curse. In just the blink of an eye, the boiling steam tore a large hole in the trouser leg. The skin on his legs and feet was swollen and bursting, and the discolored and whitened muscle fibers kept pouring out with streams of thick boiling black blood.

Mr. Wood fell into the dye pool and almost lost half of his life——

——He hugged the little mute and held his breath, pinching the boy's mouth and nose to prevent the dye from pouring into his trachea. The pain from his abdominal cavity caused him to lose strength and consciousness several times, and his will was on the verge of collapse. He needed oxygen and he needed to breathe.

Just like the devil's declaration of attack, Fred Caesar used all the power of his spell to kill, but he still couldn't see anything.

"Succeeded? Woodpluck was killed by me?!"

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

No one could survive such a predicament, and the psychic tide that came when the curse was in effect did not deceive.

"Hee hee hee hee! Hee hee hee hee hee hahaha!"

Fred's face looked ecstatic, and his sharp claws dug bloody wounds on his chest. They healed immediately until his fingernails were full of flesh--and asked the devil to roll his tongue back into his mouth again.

"Hehehehe! My inner demon! My inner demon is gone! ~Hehehehe!"

Under the dye pool, Mr. Wood, who was holding his breath and pretending to be dead, could not hear the sounds above the water level. He seemed like a corpse sinking to the bottom of the sea. He could only wait for the devil to leave, and for the strong spiritual pressure to gradually dissipate——

"--grown ups!"

At this moment, a discordant sound interrupted Frater's joy.

From the door of the spinning room, a swollen and fat head poked out, that of the little mute foreman.

"My lord. My lord?"

"No, no, no immortal!"

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, the foreman quickly changed his title, took off his melon cap, put down the smoking pot in his mouth, and hung the treasure back around his neck.

He opened his eyes wide and tried to rub away all the flesh on his face, turning it into a "good citizen" face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"This is the Woodpluck you were talking about."

"He doesn't seem to be dead."

[Part②·The meaning of civilization]

The smile on Fred's face froze. When his brain fully analyzed the meaning of this sentence, he suddenly retreated into the pavilion and retreated to a safe distance——

——His spell power is almost exhausted, and he has no sense of security at all.

"What did you say?! Where is he? He's alive?! That's impossible!"

The foreman said with a smile: "Maybe he is not dead, but he probably won't live long. I clearly saw him break a leg, and he fell into the cinnabar dyeing pool with the little mute in his arms. There was no movement."

"Damn it!" Frater was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't dare to step forward to confirm, so he shouted at the foreman: "Go and see!"

The foreman quickly waved his hand and shook his head: "I don't dare! I don't dare!"

Even the immortals dare not take a step forward. Do you want him to be the foreman of a cloth workshop?

"Then you want to die?!" Fret urged: "People die for money, birds die for food! Did you just..."

"Listen clearly! Listen clearly!" The foreman immediately responded: "As long as I help you, this cloth workshop belongs to me!"

After going back and forth like this, more than a minute passed.

Wood was almost in a state of hemorrhagic shock. He could no longer hold the little mute's mouth and nose. He was about to lose all his strength. With his hands free, he searched for a panacea in his pocket to treat the injury, as well as the last two injections.

The dye pool was full of impurities and anthocyanins from colored minerals. Wood didn't know what would happen to his body when it healed in this pool of water. He could only place his hope in the goddess of luck who was often absent from work - after all, Shambhala There is no such thing as arrogance, ruthlessness and morality.

The fat foreman tiptoed forward and leaned against the dyeing pool, looking at it carefully for a while.

"There's no sound."

Frater: "Look carefully!"

Fat Foreman: "There are really none! Not even a bubble can float."

Frater was still worried and yelled: "Jump down and look for it! Get the body out for me!"

This is definitely not because the devil is paranoid. The bodies of people who die from the boiling blood curse will still maintain high temperatures. If what the foreman said is true, then Wood Plack is definitely not dead. He may still be lingering in the pool.

Now the initiative is in Frate's hands, and he must expand this advantage——

"—Tell me, where is that leg?"

The fat foreman was stunned: "What legs?"

"That's Wood Plaque's broken leg. Where is it?" Frett is getting weaker and weaker. After the spell power of this body is exhausted, the connection with the magic pool is also getting weaker and weaker. He needs to replenish it. Yuan Zhi, his empty belly was like a magic furnace burning dry fuel, beginning to decompose his flesh and blood.

Whether it's a Unitarian carnivore or a devil from hell, the essence of a psyker is the best nourishment.

As long as he can get Wood Plaque's leg and that part of the essence, Fred's physical body can hold on for a while longer, and he can see his father's death with his own eyes and confirm the news of his father's death.

The fat foreman pointed in a direction: "It's right there!"

Frater was still blind and couldn't see anything, so he cursed loudly: "Are you looking for fucking death?!"

The fat foreman quickly corrected him: "Oh no no no! No no no no! You go forward, go forward."

Frater walked out.

The fat foreman then corrected him: "Two steps to the left, then walk a few meters forward."

Frater: "How many meters is it? How many meters is it?!"

"I can't tell! I can't tell." The fat foreman was so anxious that he was sweating: "Just a few meters away, there is a cypress tree in the lawn, and the leg is leaning against the tree."

Frater: "Great, I can smell the fragrance."

After getting this thigh, Fred's heart finally returned to his stomach——

——He felt that victory was close at hand and there was nothing to fear.

Father's pyroxene and stick are on the side of the pavilion. Without these two props to increase psychic power, no matter how powerful the psychic is, no matter how brave the Morpho is, the destructive power of [Sex Bomb·Sexy Bomb] will still be defeated. Discount.

He swallowed the hot human flesh in big gulps, tore open the tattered trouser legs, bit into the white tendons, chewed up the large blood vessels, squeezed out some of the excrement, and even ate the intestines cleanly.

He eats extremely fast, and he seems to have mastered the method of chewing bones. This is inseparable from his daily hard training. Perhaps there is also some inner practice. He has already thought about how to eat Wood Poo in his mind. Lark - finally the dream came true, everything came so suddenly.

Frater had eaten most of the human flesh and had long since regained his strength. The devil's body gradually calmed down and was no longer as weak as before. The abundant spiritual energy was once again flowing into this hellish body - its beauty. From strength, from invincibility.

"Do you see clearly?" Fred no longer cared about the life and death of Wood Plunk. Even if there was a gunsmith hiding in the dye pool, he was not afraid at all. It seemed that after swallowing this leg, he felt a strong hatred in his heart. It was also resolved - allowing him to re-examine the world with a compassionate heart.

These trashy low-life beings went on an adventure to clear mines in dye ponds just for the sake of a cloth workshop.

As for my father? Ah

For the sake of an unrelated mute child, he was about to lose his life by simply exposing his position.

Frater directly took out the eyeball from the eye socket, connected it with a part of the cystic duct connective tissue, and dug out the eyeball. Cleaning this eyeball is not a simple matter. It requires a lotion that is selected and formulated according to the dye color.

He simply pulled out the eyeball and wanted to grow a new one.

"I want to witness your death with my own eyes."

New vitreous body grew out of the bloody eye socket, the iris regenerated, and the pupil slowly returned to normal.

Until his vision gradually became clearer, Frater saw the fat foreman sitting by the dyeing pool, holding up Wood Plunk's weak body, and picking up the little mute with his other hand, so that the young man could breathe calmly and quietly. Still teasing and perfunctory.

"Chief Immortal, wait a moment! I'll look for you again! I'll look for you again!"

That's what he said, but that's not what the fat foreman did -

——He has been helping Mr. Wood, trying to slowly push the two drowning people, one big and one small, onto the stone platform.

"Wood." Fred was still sitting under the cypress tree, with no intention of chanting a spell or casting a spell right away: "What's going on now? Why does this fat pig come to help you? I'm obviously the one who has the upper hand. That’s right.”

"You don't have a pyroxene or a stick, look at you-"

"——These blind and foolish mortals have exhausted you. They want to drag you down into the water and drag you into the abyss of death. How do you win?"

"You have to give the little mute some benefits! I will also help you!" The fat foreman tried hard to push Mr. Wood onto the stone platform. Although his eyes were frightened, he still shouted loudly: "Fairy! But the sheep listened to the wolf and behaved. If you walk into a cave, will you be eaten?"

"I am a fat sheep standing outside the wolf's den, looking at the footprints that go in, and you have to show me the footprints that come out! You forced me! I have no choice!"

"Mr. Wood is about to die, and he also wants to save the little mute!"

The fat foreman pinched his heart and almost cried out of fear.

"How can I help you?! How dare I help you?!"

Frater didn't care about this mortal at all, he only felt that it was noisy——

"——The first lesson in the study of mineral materials."

Wood Plunk was paralyzed by the stone platform. His right leg and half of his butt were blown away. Some of his limbs were deformed under the influence of the dye pond water. Heavy metal poisoning made his face cyanotic and he had hard warts all over his body. lumps.

"Hope, what did I teach you?"

"I don't remember it a long time ago! Father!" Fred only thought it was ridiculous: "Who would learn that! What I want to learn most is magic! It's psychic power! I want to change my life against the will of heaven. Take a good look at yourself! Deformed body, now you have to experience my pain."

Woodpluck went on to say—

"——Hibiscus bloodstone is a special mineral product of the Lennon Kingdom and is also a type of red pyroxene."

"Contains cinnabar, quartz, chalcedony, magnetite and hematite."

"The ground material has a faint fishy smell and a sweet taste. Among them, cinnabar is also known as cinnabar and can be used as medicine."

This is also one of the vermilion dyes, the pyroxene medium in Wood Placker's blood.

Woodpluck: "As for the bomb, it has been placed in the most appropriate location."

Frett's face changed, and he looked down at his belly.

"Damn it."

Wood Prak gave a thumbs up to his disappointing son, and then pressed the detonator.

"See you in the Nine Hells!"

The bright red stone powder illuminated the outline of Wood Prak's blood vessels under the skin. The strong psychic reaction made his skin fester again. Because the temperature changed dramatically with the psychic tide, this scarred and deformed body was repeatedly destroyed by psychic energy.

From his mouth and nose came out the flames and smoke of a terrifying beast. The goat-headed devil attached to the man's body, and its hoof-shaped forelimbs hit the knuckles of the detonator fiercely.

There was only a sharp buzzing sound, just like the whistling sound caused by the surging gas surging in the cavity when the fuse melted and heated up rapidly before the bomb was detonated!

The big devil's belly swelled rapidly, and his body was blown to pieces. The serial explosions made his upper limbs fly into the air. He would explode as many times as he bit Wood's body.

The rumbling explosion lasted for five or six seconds before it stopped, and then a bloody rain fell from the sky.

Wood stabbed a needle in his neck, and there was one last needle in his pocket.

He leaned against the stone platform and vomited non-stop. He took the detergent from the workers, cleaned the dyes on his body, ran to the toilet to take a big shit, and found the workers' dormitory to steal a pair of pants to change into.

When they returned to the dyeing area, the fat foreman and his brothers looked at this strange foreigner.

"Only anthocyanin can be used as dye, and bloodstone clay ore is used as dye. Children wearing such underwear will not grow taller."

Wood patted the fat foreman on the shoulder, and then he figured it out--

"--Oh, you are a black-hearted boss, you want to lower the cost, right? No one grows roselle here, I will go back and get some seeds for the flower farmers in the city."

No one spoke, not knowing how to pick up the conversation.

The little mute: "Thank you."

Wood: "Can you talk?"

The little mute pointed to his ears--

"--I'm just deaf, not dumb."

Now that he could hear voices, the young man's throat was cured by the panacea, and he could naturally learn a few words according to the pronunciation of his companions.

Wood limped out of the yard, with too many things in his mind and forgot to bring his cane.

The fat foreman immediately picked up the white copper stick and shouted loudly: "Hero! Your thing!"

Wood took it casually and stomped on the ground hard, and his legs and feet became a little more obedient.

The fat foreman: "Why don't you take a break? Your legs are numb and you can't walk properly."

"Your squat toilet is not easy to use, and mine is numb from squatting." Wood cursed: "It's just a small place, you will fall into the pit and drown sooner or later! The money for repairing the toilet is not enough for your funeral!"

The fat foreman nodded and praised: "You are right to curse."

Wood rushed to the main road to clean up Fret's magic pool.

"Let's go."