Chapter 268:

…He moved into the second car.
"You're asleep," he admitted Li Huai said. "I see you."
Li Bad said nothing.
"You should leave the train. What do you want to do? Hide it from me?"
Li Badi remained silent.
Mahogany grabbed the hand of the machete and hung it on the belt he used up. His chain apron, hammer and saw were also stained with blood.
He said: "In this way, I will have to give up on you." Li Huai raised the knife. It looks a bit small next to the butcher's utensils.
"Fuck," he said.
Mahogany smiled at the dwarf's defense.
He said: "You shouldn't have seen this: this is not for people like you." "This is a secret."
Oh, so he is a divine type, isn't he? Li Bad thought. That explains a few things.
"Fuck," he said again.
The butcher frowned. He didn't like the short man who was indifferent to his job and not interested in his reputation. He said: "We must all die for some time." "You should be happy: you will not be exhausted like most people: I can use you. Feed my father."
Li Badi's only response was a grin. He used to be intimidated by this rude, mean Hulk. The butcher untied the cleaver from his belt and brandished the cleaver.
He said: "A dirty little Jew like you should be very grateful, because it is completely useful: meat is the best you seek." The butcher swayed without warning. The cleaver separated the air at a certain speed, but Li Huai took a step back. The cleaver cut open his coat arm and buried himself in the Puerto Rican's calf. The impact cut the leg in half, and the weight of the body further opened the wound. The exposed thigh meat resembles a high-quality steak, which is appetizing.
The butcher began to pull the meat cleaver from the wound. At that moment, Li Badi suddenly appeared. The knife swooped towards Mahogany's eyes, but due to a mistake in judgment, it was buried in his neck. It passed through the cylinder and a little gout appeared on the other side. Straightforward. one strike. Straightforward. Mahogany felt a choking sensation on the blade of his neck, as if he had a chicken bone in his throat. He made an absurd, modest cough. The blood emanating from his lips was painted on their mouths like lipstick on their lips. The cleaver fell to the floor.
Li Badi pulled out the knife. A little blood spurted from these two wounds.
Mahogany knelt on the ground, staring at the knife that killed him. The little man looked at him passively. He was talking about something, but Mahogany's ears turned a deaf ear, as if he was underwater. Mahogany went blind suddenly. With a feeling of nostalgia for his own feelings, he knew he would never see or hear again. This is death: it is certainly him.
However, his hands still felt the knitting of his pants, and the scorching heat splashed on his skin. When his fingers grasped the last feeling tightly, his life seemed to be tipping endlessly.
Then his body collapsed, and his hands, his life, and his sacred duties folded under the weight of a pile of gray flesh. The butcher is dead.
Li Huai dragged a cloud of stale air into his lungs and grabbed one of the leather straps to stabilize his body around him. Tears erased the mess he was standing. Some time passed. He lost his way in the dream of victory. Then the train started to slow down. He felt and heard the brakes. When the accompanying train slowed down, the hanging body leaned forward, and the wheels glide in sweaty mucus.
Curiosity surpassed Li Bad.
Will the train enter the butcher’s underground slaughterhouse, decorated with the meat he has collected during his career? The driver who was smiling indifferent to the massacre, what would he do once the train stopped? Everything that is happening now is academic. He can face everything. Look, look. The tanned leather made a hoarse sound. The driver's voice: "We are here, man. It's better to take your place?"
What does it mean to replace you
The train has slowed to the pace of a snail. Outside the window, everything is as dark as before. The light flashes and then goes out. They did not come back this time.
Li Huai was completely trapped in the darkness.
Taurus announced: "We will go out in half an hour."
The train stopped. Li Bai was used to it, and the sound of wheels on the wheels suddenly disappeared. All he could hear was a monotonous hum. He still couldn't see anything.
Then, hiss. The door opened. There was a smell in the car, which was so harsh that Li Wei clapped his hands to block it.
He stood silently, as if for a lifetime. No evil can be seen. No evil can be heard. Don't chew the tongue. Then, there was flickering light outside the window. It makes the door frame contoured and gradually strengthened. Soon, there was enough light in the car for Li Huai to see the butcher's wrinkled body under his feet, with the sallow side of the flesh hanging on each side of him.
Whispers were also heard in the darkness outside the train, like the sound of a beetle, gathering tiny sounds. People are in the tunnel, sprinting toward the train. Li Huai can see their outline now. Some of them held torches and burned with a tan light. The noise may be their feet stepping on wet ground, or the clicking of their tongues, or both.
Li Badi is not as naive as he was an hour ago. Are there any questions about the intentions of these things arising from the darkness of the train? The butcher slaughtered these men and women and gave them as meat to these cannibals, who are coming to eat in the car in this restaurant like diners at the dinner party.
Li Biao bent down and picked up the kitchen knife left by the butcher. The sound of these creatures approaching is louder every moment. He stepped back from the open door, only to find that the door behind him was also open, and there were also whispers.
He drew back into a seat, and was about to hide under the seat when a thin and fragile hand appeared around the door.
He can't look away. The horror did not freeze him like he was at the window. He just wanted to watch. The creature walked into the car. The torch behind it cast a shadow on the face, but the outline is clearly visible.
Nothing is particularly noteworthy.
It has two arms and two legs like him. Its head has no abnormal shape. The body is small, and the effort to climb the train makes his breathing rough. It seems to be older than mental illness. Generations of fictional ogres have not prepared for his pain.
what is that? ! what is that? !
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