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Chapter 347: Anger

"Tsk...it's really disgusting."

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and walked slowly inside the house.

Similar to the weird style in the courtyard, the level of blood inside the house is even better.

Dark red blood was splashed on the wall, looking strange and gorgeous under the flickering candle light.

The delicate marble pillars have collapsed, and the fuzzy flesh and blood beneath them are still squirming.

There are oil paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, with unfamiliar faces on them.

As if they were alive, they stared at the uninvited guest in front of them.

"Well... there seem to be a lot of people in the main hall."

Wang Jin tilted his head and looked into the distance. The shadows coming and going on the wall told everything.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to have a head-on conflict with those people yet.

"The kitchen is here."

The smell of blood is getting heavier and heavier, and the vague wailing is also guiding Wang Jin in the direction.

Taking a deep breath, the young man pushed open the half-open door.

The fat figure swayed back and forth, and the bright butcher knife fell mercilessly.

There were iron hooks hanging from the ceiling, and pieces of meat cut in half hung from them.

The head and entrails were thrown together in a corner, with rotting rats crawling among them.

Blood was spattered everywhere, and even the ceiling was unclean.

"Hey hey hey..."

The head chef dropped the knife in his hand, and his abnormally swollen body trembled with excitement.

"This person must have eaten a lot."

Wang Jin looked at the short knife in his hand and sighed helplessly.

He had thought that the chef might be the fat man Chen Zhong had been around before.

But the person in front of me cannot be summed up by the word "fat" at all.

Three meters high and four meters wide.

Even the butcher knife in his hand is half as tall as Wang Jin.

Fortunately, every floor of the house is very spacious, otherwise the cook would not be able to stand straight.

“This meat is of good quality.”

The cook wiped the blood on his hands and said with a smile.

"Master, I'll take over for you."

Some childish voices rang out, and a young man about the same age as Wang Jin ran over pushing a blood-red bucket.

"That's pretty much it."

The cook nodded with satisfaction and began to bleed the ingredients on his hands.

"Apprentices need to be diligent, you know?"

The cook was not idle, he taught the young man a lesson as if he had experienced it.

The next second, a white spear suddenly appeared from his open mouth.

Before the cook could react, the spear smashed his head.

"Ah...ah?"

The apprentice was stunned. He suddenly discovered that his neck could rotate 360 ​​degrees and he could even see his back.

"Tsk."

The young man covered in blood frowned and slowly retracted his sword.

The next second, the short knife on his waist absorbed all the blood on his body, and his white clothes remained spotless.

"I'm not going to hear your story."

Looking at the head that kept blinking its eyes, Wang Jin spoke in a low voice.

"Be careful in the next life."

With a gentle wave of his hand, the dagger fell to the ground.

The two corpses quickly shrank and turned into dry bones.

The young man sighed, with a strange light shining in his eyes.

That's anger.

Even though he had made some assumptions before, when this scene actually unfolded before his eyes, Wang Jin still couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart.

"Phew...calm down."

The young man muttered softly, trying to control his trembling hands.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Jin asked Xiao Hei to open the cages in the corner.

He didn't dare to look.

The children's supposedly innocent eyes were now filled with numbness and fear, and they still sat there blankly.

"When the cook dies, the next ones are those in the hall."

Wang Jin clenched the long sword in his hand, and veins popped out on his forehead.

In order to keep the meat fresh, cut a little at a time to taste...

To be able to do such a thing, everyone here would die a thousand times.

Anger surged into the sky, like a wild beast about to break out of its cage.

Wang Jin tried hard to control his breath and walked slowly but resolutely towards the hall.

"Where are you from? No one in the courtyard can come in."

A high-pitched voice sounded, and the man with white powder on his face screamed.

The next second, his head soared into the air, and the blood was completely absorbed before it had time to spurt out.

"I'm here to kill."

Looking at that deadpan face, Wang Jin showed a ferocious smile.


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