Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

A long and gentle downhill slope, with the sea level right in front of us.

The car windows were rolled down and the sea breeze blew into the car.

The port, they are arriving.

"Let's get on the boat first, and then call Mr. Carroll - apologize, or whatever you want, Ashley, we have to ensure our own safety before considering anything else."

Ashley nodded silently.

The two young people's seemingly "crazy" trip turned out to be a truly crazy experience. Perhaps they will never forget what happened in the past two days in the next few years.

Abel parked the car into a corner not far from the port, got out and threw the car keys into the back seat.

"Don't worry about it, Ashley."

The closer we get, the more nervous we get.

Abel held his girlfriend's hand and quickly walked through the street lined with short trees.

At the port, the machine exchanges tickets and boards the ship.

It was not until they stepped onto the stairs nailed with iron sheets that the two woke up from their dream.

They really left.

easy…

Ashley slumped in her seat. After the tense fear passed, all the muscles in her body seemed to have stopped working.

Extremely tired.

"This story...can even be written into a suspense novel."

The girl lifted her long hair and turned on the camera on her phone to tidy herself up. A few hours ago, she was still complaining that her boyfriend ignored her, but now she started to think that he was too neurotic.

“I always feel like we are being too sensitive.”

"Amber?"

"Do you think there will be any cameras filming us?"

"I'll have to have a good talk with Dorothy when I get back."

"The haunted island, the mysterious manor owner..."

"Amber? Are you listening?"

"Amber?"

The boyfriend kept ignoring her, so the girl pushed him with her elbow.

Turn around.

The boy's face was covered with sweat and his lips were pale.

"Amber...?"

Aber suddenly thought of a question.

——The island, which is considered "wild", doesn't even have hot water 24 hours a day, let alone other things. The houses are simple, the locals are ignorant, and even the Internet is intermittent; taking out paper money is considered a novelty, and this place is still in the era of bartering...

Children without shoes, women with bare breasts, eating bloody fruit pulp, praying to the gods and then beating the body as a foolish method to cure fever...

That's the place.

That's the island.

Such a wild place.

They actually booked two 'electronic tickets' smoothly on the Internet.

and.

It went smoothly. I exchanged the ticket for boarding the ship at the 'ticket redemption machine' which the locals would never use and which definitely did not exist.

"You see, as long as you use your fresh and delicious brains to think more, all the irrational things will come to the surface. Isn't it?"

A head poked out from the gap between the two seats.

Caught between two people's heads.

George Romey opened his mouth, revealing his gums, which had long since shrunk.

"You are welcome to my ship."

There was something indescribably strange about his smile.

"Let us continue our journey. For you, perhaps..."

“It’s the last trip.”

Chapter 71 Can't Stop

The boat was swaying on the sea, the waves rolled up the sunlight, leaving golden spots on the hull. The two people in the cabin were roughly held down, their limbs spread apart and tied to a special rack.

Looking at the two people struggling, George Romey licked his lips.

He looked at Ashley, then glanced at Albert, pacing happily in front of the two of them.

Really...delicious.

"Damn it! You're crazy... You're breaking the law! I'm an American citizen and I have the right to... "

Soon they were speechless.

The men in black suits stood on both sides with their eyes fixed straight ahead. They were the good men sent to Mary by the company behind her. They looked down on George Romero, the local man she hired.

These, these talents are his weapon to rule the island.

A strong soldier, a robot that obeys orders perfectly, a child, an old man, a pregnant woman or a disabled person, the butcher's knife should never have eyes.

Nor should there be a brain.

By now, George Romey no longer wanted to know why the company behind Mary treated him like this. No matter what, he did enjoy something that many people could never enjoy in their entire lives, didn't he?

And what he lost, he will get back bit by bit from these ignorant young people.

“You smell so good…”

He leaned on Ashley's neck and took a deep breath. Amber next to him widened his eyes and stared at him.

Struggling, useless struggle, the steel frames made 'bang' sounds when they were hit, but how could flesh and blood twist steel - they were created by humans to target humans themselves.

"Don't worry, Amber. You may hate me, but it's only temporary."

George Romey hooked his finger towards the inside of the hold, and soon a man who looked like a chef came out pushing a food cart.

What was placed on the food cart was not roasted pig, but sharp knives of different sizes.

The man's fingers moved on the knives one by one, not missing a single one.

"These are cute tools. I used my teeth at first, but later, human history gave me inspiration." He looked at the tools neatly stacked on the velvet surface with deep affection: "Why can't I be more elegant?"

"Thousands of years ago, we impaled our enemies with stone spears."

"Later, they used iron tools to chop off their heads."

"Humans have gradually developed a method to destroy life by snapping their index fingers, until now..."

It is now elegant enough to wipe out an entire race by pressing a button.

Elegant, fast and convenient.

“The same is true for other aspects.”

Under the horrified eyes of Amber and Ashley, the man deftly pulled out the sharp meat cleaver, pointed it at the girl, and then shook his head in disappointment.

“Not small enough.”

Put it down and pick up another one.

"Do you like this one?"

Smaller, sharper, with hideous serrations.

"I want to tell you a lot of my heartfelt words, but unfortunately, some organs can't wait." George Romey touched his stomach with his other hand and rubbed it: "Sorry, learn to understand the hardship of the old guy."

Aber's eyes were bloodshot. From the ankles to the calves, from the calves to the thighs; from the waist and chest to the upper arms, forearms, and wrists on both sides; the neck and head - everything was tied up so that he couldn't move even half a centimeter.

He could only watch the man approach his girlfriend, watching him raise the meat cleaver, wipe the tears and snot from her face with a tissue, and pinch her cheeks...

Cutting.

Keep cutting!

The wrist pulled the handle of the knife, and the handle drove the teeth. The tiny and delicate teeth scraped the skin and cut the flesh. As Sven pulled it gently, blood gushed out!

Ashley's voice had long been hoarse.

She was twitching and shaking, and her mouth opened wildly as if she was electrocuted, making a "ho ho" sound. The thick and round piece of cheek flesh was cut off by the man in a complete and round manner.

It looks like a woman who only put on half of her blush and then fell into the water and her makeup got smudged.

A tragic beauty.

"Yes, yes! I remember...!"

George Romy shook the fresh meat in his hand, his eyes becoming increasingly cloudy and dark. He stuck out his tongue and used the tip of his tongue to pick up the blood dripping from the meat; his gums had shrunk to the point of almost disappearing, and his rotten teeth were crooked...

A foul smell erupted from the mouth.

"Yes…"

“Every time I feel this…”

"What have I lost..."

The fingers loosened and the piece of meat fell into the mouth with a plop.

chew…

Chew with pleasure and comfort!

"Yes! Yes! I know!"

His neck began to twist strangely, making a crackling sound. "Yes! I know - flesh and blood! Right?! I know what I forgot!"

With a mouth full of sweet and smooth meaty aroma, in a space invisible to everyone on the boat, George Romey was emitting some kind of strange green mist.

It's like a large can of infection that has been opened.

The flesh and blood turned and shattered between the yellow and smelly teeth and tongue, swallowed amid the tears of a couple, slid through the esophagus, happily singing a bloody song, and rushed into the boiling stomach.

He smacked his lips.

George Romey suddenly turned around and asked the chef beside him: "What did I lose?"

The cute little thing ran away from his mind again.

"Yes—sir."

"Very good. Say it again."

"Yes, sir, and..."

Very good, very good…

I need more...

I can't stop...

Hoarse screams and pleas for mercy, no one took them seriously. The guards who turned a blind eye, the chef who handed over the knife with a smile, and the owner who manipulated the knife...

He made Ashley's face symmetrical.

chew…

"It's flesh and blood!!"

"I remembered again...Yes...I need to keep going..."

"I need more!"