The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 522 Hometown ([-])

Old Joey's smile suddenly froze on his face.

He didn't answer this question, but slowly raised his head, staring at him with a gaze that angels can't understand for the time being.

Seeing that Old Joey didn't speak, the angel thought he was thinking about it too.

"Well, this is indeed a problem." The angel said with a smile: "It will be very oily if it is braised, and it will be troublesome if it is baked directly, but the taste should be better."

"." Old Joey was still silent.

"Well, I think you should be a butcher." He pointed to the knife in Old Joey's waist and said, "Then you should kill this pig for me first, and then stretch your neck over. You should thank this pig, if it wasn't so cute, you should be dead by now. Hurry up, why are you still standing there?"

Seeing Old Joey's dumbfounded look, the angel said a little displeased.

"Braised? Or baked?" Suddenly, Old Joey repeated the question.

The angel finally got angry: "This is not something you have to consider, do what you should do, you stupid pig with a human face!" He yelled louder.

However, he suddenly realized that the butcher didn't seem to be talking to him because he saw the big fat man leaning down slightly, bringing his ear close to the little pig.

"Is he asking that pig?" This absurd idea appeared in the angel's head.

Then, "huh~huh~"

The pig actually hummed twice.

The angel was stunned. He actually saw a person discussing with a pig whether it should be braised in brown sauce or charcoal grilled?
So who is going to cook?
He couldn't figure it out, but he soon knew the answer, because he saw the tall, fat man in front of him straighten up and look at himself.

"You're too skinny to be a good fodder."

"???" Angel was a little confused.

"Pego doesn't like you, but let's chop it up."

"???" Angel listened to this passage, and the other party said it very easily, as if he was talking to himself about a trivial matter.

However, the angel somehow felt that he was sweating.

He saw Old Joey take out the butcher knife from his waist, and then he took a few steps forward naturally, and came in front of him.

The angel is still in an inexplicable state. From birth to this moment, what he feels in heaven is respect everywhere. The wings on his back bring him incomparable glory, which can make him feel at ease Enjoy the worship and service of others, no one can promise against himself, food, respect, and even the lives of the people, he can get it as long as he stretches out his hand.

This is the truth, like the sun, the warm wind, the sea of ​​blood, the shrine of the forgotten, a part of heaven.

So he has never experienced what it means to be 'rejected', let alone fear.

But at this moment, a feeling that he couldn't explain clearly was spilling from his heart to the surface of his skin, making his hairs stand upright and wet with sweat again. His expression didn't change at all, but his lower body, however, Urinated unconsciously.

"What's wrong with me?" he was thinking, "What is this butcher going to do?"

As soon as he thought of this, he felt that his neck was pinched, and then he was pulled into the air, his eyes were at the same level as the butcher.

"Crack-"

One sound!
The angel turned his head with difficulty, and then, unexpectedly saw that there was a knife stuck on his shoulder, and the knife sank deeply into his shoulder, collarbone, almost into his chest cavity! ! !
"Ah! Ah ah ah!!!"

At this moment, the angel finally realized something, he opened his mouth in horror, and yelled very unskillfully, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" let out a scream like killing a pig.

"Don't move, it will be chopped crooked." Old Joey said lightly, then swayed his wrist, pulled out the butcher knife, and then there was another "click".

The sun was still dazzling as usual, and a little bloody wind blew over from the sea of ​​blood in the distance.

"Crack. Crack"

The ear-piercing voice kept repeating, and the angel's screams went from unfamiliar, to proficient, to hoarse, and finally fell silent in a short period of time.

Old Joey squatted on the ground, stabbing one after another. He had done this kind of work countless times, so he was very skilled.The angel's arms, then the leg bones, after breaking the sternum, can cut the body open, and finally the head.

He didn't know when this guy stopped screaming, of course, he didn't care.

After about 5 minutes, the angel had turned into a pile of shredded meat in a real sense. Pego came up to him, smelled it, and then sneezed, biting his mouth in dissatisfaction.

"It's a little thin." Old Joey muttered, casually flicked the blood on the knife, and said goodbye to his waist.

Chopped another person, very relaxed, very ordinary, the kind of ordinary that is estimated to be forgotten after eating a meal.

However, in the eyes of the pig-headed men next to the carriage, it was just like a ghost.

The man killed an angel.

He chopped up that angel with a knife!It's like chopping a pig! !
No one can understand the state of mind of these pig-headed people at this moment, not even themselves.

They are the most devout people, and only in this way can they stay beside the angel and serve them. Although they are very tired, and every time they collect offerings, there will be companions who are exhausted halfway, but this is Honor, of which all Heaven's people should be proud.

However, now his master is dead!

It was chopped into minced meat by a butcher, and he even hummed a little song when he chopped it!

So, what should I do now?
Want to shout?

Or cry? ?

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Yes, you should cry!
"Ahhhh-"

After the first pig-headed man made a sound, all the other pig-headed men seemed to understand what to do, so for a while, there was a lot of screaming and crying.

Old Joey frowned. He didn't know why this group of people were crying.

He walked over and scratched his head: "I don't know what you are shouting here, but you are free!"

He said.

For a moment, all the crying stopped, these pig-headed people seemed a little confused, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

"free?"

Finally, a pig-headed man looked at Old Joe inexplicably and repeated the word.

Old Joey nodded: "Yes, freedom"

"Why free?"

Old Joey scratched his head: "I don't know, but... you can't just kneel here like this."

(Ahhh, I can’t write it!! My brain is not enough!)

(End of this chapter)