Chapter 62 Understand everything Peters ~ ask for a monthly pass~)
The blood in the chest spurted out.
The head flew high.
thump.
The corpse of the hunter from the 'Abrasion Society' fell to the ground.
With the death of the other party, the cowhide rope instantly lost its strength and the net fell apart. Peters easily broke free from the restraints.
"Jason!"
The 'Cat Cave' swordsman looked at Jason gratefully.
Jason bent down to search for the loot.
He came here just to find the 'Cat Cave' swordsman and see if he could get information about the 'Abrasion Society' from him.
And now?
He has a more direct approach.
This 'Abrasion Society' hunter has three scents of varying degrees of intensity!
Moreover, the other party didn't have any food on him.
Obviously, the food smells that the other party was exposed to should come from other people in the 'Abrasion Society'.
What's more important is that one of them is not far from here.
Jason stood up and walked towards the nearest scent.
Looking at Jason who turned around and left without saying a word, Peters hesitated and then followed him.
He didn't know what Jason was going to do.
But he knew that Jason had a life-saving grace for him.
That,
Of course I have to follow.
As long as Jason didn't open his mouth to expel him, he would follow Jason.
Until I repay the favor of saving my life.
…
Three glass jars are placed on the ground, forming an equilateral triangle.
Inside each glass jar was a mutilated baby.
The hands and feet are complete and the facial features are clear.
May be obviously underdeveloped.
Snap!
Bang bang bang!
Victor knelt on the ground in the middle of the equilateral triangle and beat himself with a whip.
Every stroke was done with all my strength.
After a few blows, the skin and flesh were torn apart.
However, Victor did not stop.
On the contrary, he became more and more excited.
Victor's breathing became heavy and his face was flushed, and he shouted loudly——
"Seamus!"
"Seamus!"
"Seamus!"
After three consecutive calls, Victor collapsed to the ground.
This small businessman who was eating on the dock seemed like a fish that had landed ashore. He kept opening his mouth wide, but there was no breath flowing. On the contrary, a shadow made entirely of dark gray appeared from his body.
emerge.
The shadow has a blurry face.
That face was very similar to Victor on the ground.
Or rather...
It's basically Victor's soul.
He was overjoyed.
Feeling the ‘divine grace’ for the first time.
Savor the taste carefully.
However, before he could taste it, the sudden suction force in his body made him return to his body again.
Breath appears in the body.
Victor opened his eyes.
Looking at the body covered in scars and dripping with blood, there was obvious disgust in his eyes.
"Useless body!"
He said this.
However, he still walked towards the cabinet on one side.
He needs medicine for his body.
Before he can truly give up his body, he still needs his body to provide sufficient nutrition for his soul.
“I have completed the first step of ‘divine grace’!”
"Next..."
"It's a formal blood sacrifice!"
"The blood of ten children is enough to please Seamus!"
Vic pallet count.
Victor, who has been hanging out on the dock all year round, knows that finding ten children is not easy, but it is not difficult, especially if he has enough money as a prerequisite.
Thinking of this, Victor stood up impatiently. He was going to find a few "acquaintances" to help him complete this task.
Tread, step.
Crunch.
In excitement, Victor's faster pace made the floor groan, but Victor couldn't care less about it.
Just get another divine favor.
He can really become a master!
He no longer has to live in this smelly place!
He will live in a house composed of smooth marble columns, fountains, and gardens. His daily life will be served by maids, and he will eat delicacies that only the big shots can enjoy.
Excited Victor opened the door.
A tall figure blocked his sight.
The backlight of the moon makes this tall figure look even deeper.
The ice hockey mask in the darkness became even colder, freezing to the bone.
puff!
Before Victor could speak, he was beheaded with a knife.
Jason stepped into the house, searched carefully, then turned and left.
Peters, who was following Jason, looked gloomy after seeing the three glass jars.
The swordsman of 'Cat Cave' clenched his dagger.
If his honor hadn't prevented him from doing it, he would have cut that bastard on the ground into pieces.
"Jason, is he also a member of the 'Abrasive Society'?"
Unable to bear it, the swordsman of 'Cat Cave' asked.
"Um."
Jason nodded and kept walking.
"Deserves to be killed!"
"Cat Cave" the swordsman said through gritted teeth.
This was not the first time Peters had heard of the 'Abrasion Society', but this was his first real contact with the 'Abrasion Society'.
In the past, he only knew that the "Abrasion Society" was responsible for several murders in the southern part of the Federation at Hans Harbor.
But the specific situation was covered up by the federation and he didn't know.
And judging from the scene just now.
The so-called "bloody crime" has been glorified.
The real thing should be...
massacre!
Inhumane massacre!
Such a person should naturally be killed! Damn it!
An organization that could create such a massacre but still exists must have its own strengths!
If two people...
Too little!
Alone and alone!
Subconsciously, the 'Cat Cave' swordsman wanted to persuade Jason.
But when he looked at Jason's familiar back, which was only moving forward, he couldn't speak at all.
His mouth opened, and finally, Peters followed up with a stamp of his feet.
Now that I have decided to repay the favor of saving my life.
The worst case scenario is death.
cat,
Not afraid of death.
because……
We have nine lives!
Jason heard Peters stomping.
He knew what Peters was trying to say.
Jason knew the hesitant character of this 'Cat Cave' swordsman all too well.
Likewise, he also understands the other party's persistence.
Or rather: Glory!
Otherwise, with the other party's strength, it would be too easy to live a prosperous life, and there would be no need to be a so-called coachman.
Therefore, Jason could predict that the other party would catch up.
Two people?
It’s still a bit much!
The 'Abrasion Society' that allowed Gerald to defeat him several times without success must have its own set of 'defensive measures'.
It must be a combination of sentries, hidden objects, and secret techniques.
The more people there are, the more likely it is to be discovered.
As for the dangers a person might encounter?
Jason thought about it before setting off again.
The worst he can do is die once.
If dying once is not enough, just... die a few more times.
He never feared death.
Thinking of this, Jason said simply:
"You stand still and I'll buy you some dried fish."
Peters was stunned.
Dried fish?
Sweet and spicy?
wrong!
It's not the smell, Jason means I want to stay here!
