"Pfft!" Gordon raised the tip of the knife, dug out the heart, and looked up at the blond boy at the front, his eyes as sharp as lightning.
"Do you want the blood card?" he asked in a deep voice, and everyone seemed to hear the low roar of a ferocious beast before hunting. The blond boy's throat twitched, and he looked around helplessly, but no one paid him any attention.
"Answer me." Gordon held his heart and squeezed it suddenly, and the thick plasma squeezed out from between his fingers.
"I, I..." the blond boy murmured and shrank back.
"Do you still want it?" Gordon suddenly waved his hand, and his heart made a sharp straight line, hitting the blond boy's face hard, and the juice flowed down the bridge of his nose.
The blond boy screamed in panic and ran away in panic.
"Who else wants it?" Gordon took out another brown liver and looked at another young man with a tough look.
"I -" The tough young man raised his chest and wanted to say a few words not to be outdone. But his vision was blurred, and the cold tip of the knife was pressed against his throat. He exclaimed, and his mouth was immediately stuffed into his liver. "Eat it!"
"He heard Gordon's cold voice repeat, "Eat it or die!"
There was dead silence all around, and everyone stared blankly at Gordon holding a knife in one hand and stuffing the rotten liver into the mouth of the tough boy with the other. The tough boy choked with sobs, tears flowed down his face, and finally collapsed and knelt down.
Ge Ying glanced at Gordon and quietly walked out of the morgue. How could a group of bastards defeat a wolf? No. 13's move was so beautiful that everyone was discouraged and could no longer join forces to put pressure. In Ge Ying's eyes
With a flash of resentment, if you want to deal with No. 13, you will always find an opportunity.
Gordon let go of his hand and walked back to the dissecting table step by step, taking a deep breath in the smell of blood emitted by the colorful organs. "Who else wants it now?" He said quietly, a storm surging silently in his blue-grey pupils.
"Woo, woo, I don't want anything anymore, woo woo, I don't want anything anymore." The tough boy vomited, got up, and stumbled out. A few girls ran out first, and the others followed.
After they dispersed, the remaining teenagers exchanged glances and left reluctantly.
"Wow, you are so majestic, little stool!" Saffron shook her fist excitedly, "The way I posed my muscles just now was very cool, wasn't it?"
Freckles curled his lips: "Pooping? It's more like pooping."
Artest scratched his head: "Are those muscles? Why do they look so fat and soft?"
"Well, it's not that the world lacks beauty, but it lacks a pair of eyes that can discover beauty." Crocus shook her head and sighed.
Artest patted Gordon and said, "Brother, it's hard for you. You have to scare them away with such disgusting anatomy." There was an apologetic look on his face, "I'm so useless, I can't help at all."
"It's not disgusting." Gordon looked at Artest. Cannon fodder that cares about its master is good cannon fodder and worth continuing to invest in. "Lord Blood Crow is right, dissection is indeed helpful for martial arts training. You should practice more when you have time.
Take a moment and learn to control your movements."
"But Blood Crow has no good intentions towards you! How can you believe what a bad person says?" Saffron shook her head old-fashionedly, "Little Stool, you are too kind and too gullible."
"Who can distinguish between good and bad people? As long as you can distinguish the good and the bad, that's enough. Sometimes, the bad people's words are more useful." Gordon said calmly, using tweezers to move the bloody corpse. "Look, every one of them
The organs of the human body are like delicate gears, connected through blood vessels similar to belts, and work together to form a perfect machine. If you want to dismantle each gear completely, you must accurately control your gestures and strength, and exert force
If it's too big or too small, it will damage the organ."
The training of the Skills School places great emphasis on the control of martial arts. The strength and angle of the moves are extremely subtle. One point difference or one point more will affect the effect of the attack. Gordon discovered during the dissection process that dissection is of great benefit in improving control.
.No wonder some skill sects in ancient times even listed anatomy as a necessary training.
"Seeing as what you said is so absurd, I'll give it a try too!" Saffron picked up a triangular knife with great interest and stirred it inside the corpse.
"Red Hair, are you stirring up shit?" Freckles jumped away quickly to avoid the juice splashing on him.
"This is the bibimbap pose. Mom used to make it for me." Atai smacked his lips nostalgically.
"Pfft!" Saffron accidentally picked out a piece of abdominal muscle by the tip of the knife, splashed onto Gordon's face, and stuck to the corner of his mouth.
Just at this time, a young man sneakily poked his head out of the door and witnessed this scene.
"You...you! You actually...eat corpses." The young man turned pale and pointed at Gordon in horror, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
"Eating corpses?" Several heads popped out immediately. They all held swords in their hands. They had just brought them from the training ground and wanted to ambush Gordon outside the charnel house.
Gordon picked up the purple muscle from the corner of his mouth and looked at the door with a half-smile: "The assassin is not a human anyway, so what does it matter?"
Several teenagers looked at him in despair for a moment, then suddenly ran away screaming. "No. 13 is eating people, he is eating human flesh, my God!" The crazy screams ricocheted through the silent cave passage, spreading loudly.
"Tell you a secret, No. 13 eats the corpse!" - "No. 4 told me a terrible secret, No. 13 hugged the corpse and kissed and ate it!" - "No. 5 told me a very terrible secret, No. 13
Holding the corpse and raping it first and then eating it! Really, he saw it with his own eyes at night!" - "This secret is out of date. The latest news is that there is a corpse that actually gave birth to a son for No. 13!"
Suddenly, perverted boy No. 13 became a well-known secret in the entire base, and Gordon also gained the nickname "Ghoul".
"Hahahaha!" Hearing the panicked shouts outside, Saffron, Artest and Freckles all burst into laughter. Gordon couldn't help but laugh too. He suddenly discovered that the emotions that were depressed because of his cousin were unknowingly
Somewhat soothed.
"Where's Tracy, why didn't she come?" Gordon asked.
"Silver Fox sent someone to call her away. It seems that it was because she failed the Sand Cave Clan's civilization assessment in the afternoon." Atai replied a little worriedly.
Saffron said angrily: "The old fox must be deliberately finding faults. Cuicui's cultural classes have always been very good."
"Tracy?" Gordon's heart moved and he fell into deep thought.
"Tracey?" Silver Fox raised his head from the file marked "Streisand" and asked pleasantly, "Or Streisand? Which name should I call you?"
It was still the eerie execution chamber, with the spider and the leopard sitting on either side of the silver fox, looking down at the girl. The dazzling firefly light shone directly on the little face, which was so pale that there was no trace of blood.