Endless Debt.

Chapter 543 Livestock and People
The blood flowed along the blade, without the gauntlet blocking it, it seeped directly into Hert's five fingers.

The sticky and warm touch made Herter feel like he was holding a slippery octopus, and to prevent the long knife from falling out of his hand, he wiped the clothes vigorously with his palms, smearing blood everywhere.

Herter didn't care about this, he was a butcher, and it was normal for him to smell blood.

Similarly, as the shadow of Freeport, everything that happened here is also normal.

Dirty and chaotic, it has become a sanctuary for rats and a place for demons to hide.

The disgusting smell easily concealed the decayed breath of the demons, and the people living here became their sweet rations, and the demons lived on like this.

"The big fish eat the small fish."

Herter was talking to himself, walking in the dark of the street following the breath of decay.

The blood gradually dried up, and the pain in his head became stronger again. There were small voices from the shadows behind him, and the rats followed Hert all the time, as if they were urging him.

There was a voice whispering in a trance.

Only blood can soothe pain and illusion.

Herter did not refuse, on the contrary, this is what Herter wanted.

At the end of the dark alley, two guards were smoking cigarettes at the door, talking nonsense jokes in hoarse tones, and there were bursts of singing and carnival laughter from behind the door.

Soon, two guards noticed Hert, the shining long knife was full of threat, and one of the guards became vigilant and raised his hand to warn.

"Don't come here again!"

As soon as he finished saying this, a boning knife pierced through the air and pierced his head. Before the other guard had time to exclaim, Herter was already in front of him in the next second. owl head.

The bright red blood smeared an extremely long arc on the wall. Hert breathed heavily, the blood seemed to have the effect of relieving pain, and the pain in his mind quickly subsided.

Pushing open the door, strong and piercing music poured into Herter's ears, colorful lights flickered non-stop, and the crowd swayed on the dance floor and cheered loudly.

"It's too loud in here," Herter said.

People didn't notice Herter's arrival. Everyone was immersed in the carnival of the party, hugging and kissing each other, drinking hallucinogenic alcohol, leaving life behind, and only enjoying the current madness.

Herter squeezed noiselessly into the crowd, and it didn't take long before he spotted another target, a bald old thing, who turned himself into a walking incense stick to cover up his stench , As long as you get close, you can smell the pungent aroma.

There is also the unique decaying breath of demons.

Hert laughed, how long would it take these demons to understand that the disgusting smell came from their decayed bodies, and even stuffed with spices could not cover it up.

That old thing was totally unaware of the approaching of death, still wriggling its clumsy body with the music, Herter could clearly see that the old thing was clinging to another girl, caressing her back dishonestly, with eyes Full of lust.

Herter could guess what the old thing was thinking, and the thoughts of these demons were surprisingly consistent.

The girl's side face swayed in front of Herter's eyes. This young side face made Herter feel very familiar, which reminded Herter of his own daughter.

Thinking of this, Herter quickened his pace, and he approached the old thing, holding the boning knife in his hand, pointing the cold tip at the devil.

Butcher.

People who profit from slaughtering livestock.

At the beginning, Herter explained the meaning of butcher to his daughter in this way. He didn't like to beautify this profession, and he didn't want to uglify it too much, so he had to use these cold words to explain to his daughter intuitively.

Looking back now, Herter was very disappointed in herself. Her daughter didn't care what a butcher was, she just wanted to spend more time with her.

Thoughts stop there, Herter tries to control his consciousness and focus on his work.

Butcher.

After working for a long time, Herter has a strange idea about his profession. He thinks butcher is a very artistic profession.

I need to understand the structure of flesh and blood, know the delicate organs and circulation like a divine creation, and use a wonderful technique to peel off the precious bones...

The boning knife penetrated obliquely under the rib cage, easily avoiding the protection of the bones and hitting the soft heart.

Herter collided with the old thing forcefully, turned the handle of the knife, the old thing's expression was extremely painful, his heart was smashed, and he was bleeding profusely. Even the devil couldn't sustain such an injury.

art.

Herter had thought about combining the butcher with art, so he got a dilapidated bathtub and made his own creation there, but after creating for so long, he still couldn't make a work of art that he recognized.

Herter was a little anxious.

Release the handle of the knife, Herter clenched his fist and slammed into the handle of the knife, and in an instant the boning knife plunged in again, this blow completely killed the old man, he staggered down as if he had drunk too much wine, he Walter supported him and let him lean against the edge of the dance floor.

Pulling the wound vigorously, Herter pulled out the boning knife with great effort. When he straightened up, he realized that the girl had watched everything just now.

Herter didn't pay attention to the girl, and didn't care about her terrified screams. It was noisy enough here, and the others just thought she was having fun.

But someone on the dance floor noticed this, a man made a gesture of drawing a gun, and quickly approached Hert.

Countless tourists come to Freeport every day, and there are also countless unlucky ghosts out of curiosity... or maybe they are simply stupid enough to be tricked by demons to join the party here.

When the hallucinogen kicks in and everyone is in high spirits, the demons start the real party and feast on it.

This kind of thing often happens in the free port. The convenient sewer system is convenient for people to dispose of waste, and it is also convenient for the demons to throw their corpses, and the hardworking rats will never waste any corpses.

Hert did not avoid the man's gun, but quickly approached the man. The man pulled the trigger without hesitation. There was a flash of fire, and the long knife accurately split the bullet, and then Hert came to the man. in front of the eyes.

The man couldn't believe the scene in front of him, and then his vision was dyed red.

The boning knife accurately cut the man's eyes, and before he could fire indiscriminately, the long knife cut off his wrists.

Hert raised the long knife high, and the blind man grabbed the woman beside him with his only arm, and hugged her tightly in front of him as a meat shield.

The man didn't think that this would stop Hert's slash, but in fact he succeeded.

Herter is a butcher, and a butcher only kills livestock, not people.

The long knife fell on the woman's eyebrows, and it took a few seconds for the woman to wake up from the drunken state, and realized what happened belatedly, and screamed loudly.

In those few seconds of Herter's mercy, another man stood on the ledge, aimed at Herter, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced Hert's head, and Hert didn't fall down immediately, but turned around unsteadily to look at the man.

Under the man's gaze, there was no blood overflowing from the bullet hole in the skull, but puffs of thick smoke floated out, and then Herter's whole body collapsed into a ball of nothingness, which completely dissipated.

The man vigilantly searched for Hert's location, and faintly, he heard the whisper of the storm.

In an instant, it seemed as if a strong wind had descended on this place... No, it wasn't a strong wind, but something was moving at a high speed, setting off a turbulent airflow in this confined space.

A series of hideous wounds exploded on the wall and the floor, the wine cabinet burst open, and all the wine bottles shattered into glass shards that moved with the wind, causing needle-like pain on the face.

The carnival singing stopped abruptly, as if someone cut the singer's throat, and then bloody flowers burst on the dance floor.

The headless corpse froze in place, and the sober people watched in horror. Blood was thrown high and washed over the dance floor like a torrential rain.

Fear engulfed people's minds, and at this time Hert was smoking a cigarette, wiping the long knife in his hand, and silently left from Shi's door.

Pushing open the door, two figures were waiting for him at the end of the alley.

The boning knife was thrown like a cannonball, and the blow was enough to penetrate the wall, but when the enemy's head was about to explode, the opponent caught up with Heert's speed and grabbed the handle of the knife, causing the deadly knife point to snap Hovering in front of his eyeballs.

Hert frowned, and as the moonlight fell, he saw the man's face clearly, and a person that Hert could never have imagined appeared in front of him.

"This can't be a hallucination."

Herter muttered to himself, it was the first time he encountered such a hallucination.

Blinking blankly, Herter repeatedly confirmed that a person who would never appear here appeared, and he wondered if he needed to increase the dose.

The other party beckoned to him, Lebius shouted.

"Long time no see, Herter."

(End of this chapter)