Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 67 You Tell Me To Do Anything! ! !
Bang!
The pot fell to the ground.

Meat and soup were scattered all over the floor.

Finch's hands were covered with broth, but he didn't show any reaction that he should have after being burned, and he didn't even utter a cry.

He squatted down slowly, picking up pieces of meat that had fallen on the ground piece by piece.

Lena covered his mouth and suddenly retched.

Those lumps of flesh that looked like the soles of his feet made him sick.

John's face was solemn, and it was exactly as he had guessed.

Little Finch may be gone long ago, but the meat in the pot represents all of this.

The harsh and strong smell of mutton permeated the room.

Finch was still squatting on the ground, slowly picking up the pieces of meat.

"Get out of here, Lena!"

John drew his gun and stepped back, warning Reiner to get away.

Reiner walked towards the door, his face turned pale, and he twisted the doorknob hard, only to find that it couldn't be opened at all.

Bang bang bang!
Lena kept kicking the door, trying to kick it open.

"Sir John, the door won't open!"

Looking at Finch who was squatting on the ground, John suddenly scolded: "What the hell did you do!? Damn it, let us get out of here!"

Finch stood up, lowered his head, still holding the pot with meat in his hand.

He walked to the table and put the meat in the pot into the bowl piece by piece.

Hearing John's shout, Finch suddenly raised his head. His face was covered with tears at the moment, and his cloudy pupils were filled with endless fear, almost roaring out.

"From the window by the steam pipe, RUN!!!"

"Eat meat! Eat meat!"

A strange murmur sounded in the living room.

The sticky wriggling sound suddenly came from the stairs, accompanied by a cry that sounded like a baby crying in John's ears.

A large number of dark green wriggling flesh squirmed down from the shadow of the stairs like a mountain of meat.

A somewhat familiar figure suddenly appeared in Reiner's sight.

Little Finch?
that face.
On the squirming piece of flesh, a familiar face made Reiner feel horrified and absurd.

"steam pipes."

Finch's deep and muddy voice seemed to remind Reiner and John.

A large amount of dark green sticky liquid oozed from the entrance of the gate, and even the walls around the house were being replaced by that sticky lump of flesh.

The only thing left is the row of steam pipes still exuding scorching steam.

John came back to his senses, and dragged the stiff Reiner to the edge of the steam pipe, trying to open the window that hadn't been infected by those dark green pieces of meat and mucus.

At this moment, he realized that the room he and Reiner had just entered was probably made by the demon in front of him.

No, maybe it wasn't made by this demon, but the house was assimilated by this hungry demon.

Finch started yelling for himself and Reiner to get out of here, perhaps because he wanted them not to be exposed to this danger.

But when Finch heard that he was an outsider, or even a member of the Administration, he probably held a kind of expectation in his heart.

Looking forward to killing that demon.

However, it was obvious that his stupidity and weakness had caused this man even more trouble.

Seeing that old Finch was about to be swallowed by the devil's dark green wriggling flesh, John actually felt a sense of powerlessness.

He shot at the demon, but the bullet only shattered a circle of the opponent's outer flesh, without causing any substantial damage.

If only I had one tenth of Rhodes' ability.

At this moment, John suddenly thought of Rhodes, his new backer.

That incomparable strength is what I long for.

Bang!
A black tentacle suddenly pierced through the window and poured into the house.

Along with the broken windows, a large number of black tentacles drilled into the house.

John's face was pale, and at this moment, he felt that he was about to die.

There are pieces of meat in front and tentacles in the back.

And Reiner seemed to have thought of something, but his face calmed down, and he even took the initiative to wrap a tentacle close to him around his body.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've encountered such an active snack, master, can I have a taste?"

A strange tone came from outside the house.

Lena turned pale.

"Now is not the time to joke, and that old man, save him."

"Follow your will!"

The berserk tentacles directly overturned the demon that was swallowing the piece of meat on the table, rolled up the old Finch who was about to be swallowed, and John and Reiner through the window.

The quiet and deep street, beside the fountain pool.

"Ho!"

Lena fell to the ground gasping for breath, his chest and abdomen rising and falling, he thought he was going to be swallowed.

John looked at the familiar beak mask approaching him in panic and surprise.

Only old Finch was pale and silent.

"Tell me, what do you know?"

Rhodes glanced at the hem of old Finch's empty left leg. His left foot and calf had disappeared.

"It's the doctor, the doctor."

"Little Finch was sick and had a fever. Not long after the treatment, little Finch was clamoring to be hungry, eat...eat..."

Finch's words seemed a little messy, but at least the meaning was clearly expressed.

Rhodes narrowed his eyes.

Look into the distance.

Margaret in a gray robe holds a steam rapier.

Jumping like an elf among the piled-up pieces of meat, with each slash of her sword, a large piece would be cut off.

The fighting did not last long.

With Aesop's cooperation, Margaret easily cut off all the flesh from the demon's body.

From inside the demon's body, Margaret turned out a young child's body that resembled a ghoul.

"Little Finch!"

Reiner regained his strength, sat up, and saw his former little brother.

Although the opponent's face and body had become inhuman due to the pollution of the ghoul's toxin, Reiner recognized him at first sight.

"Little Finch"

There was pain in old Finch's eyes.

"Sir, thank you for saving me and little Finch, but I don't want him to suffer any more. If possible, I hope you can give him a good time."

Old Finch fell to his knees, begging Rhodes.

Rhodes glanced at Reiner.

Reiner seemed to have thought of something, recovered from the sadness just now, snatched little Finch who was in the arms of old Finch, and put him on the ground smoothly.

At the same time, he said in a low voice: "Uncle Finch, things are not as difficult as you think. In fact, after I turned into a ghoul, I was turned back into a human by this Mr. Plague Doctor."

Old Finch's eyes gradually widened, and the originally dull eyes gradually became brighter.

He fell to his knees, longing.

"I beg you, save little Finch, if you can, let me do whatever you want!!!"

"Little Finch's situation is a bit special. I need a quiet and stable environment to check his body carefully."

Rhodes squinted his eyes, and he checked Little Finch's physical condition. His breathing was stable and his condition was acceptable.

His situation is very different from the usual ghouls.

The ghoul itself cannot manipulate those pieces of meat.

There must be some kind of special manipulation factor in Little Finch's body, he needs further in-depth examination to judge the treatment.

"I and I still have a house, go, you go with me, it must be safe there."

Finch stood up tremblingly, and staggered forward.

At this time, he had hope in his heart again.

With hope, even if one foot is lost, the body is full of strength.

(End of this chapter)