This is a pig killer.

Just by listening to the name, you can roughly describe the image in your mind, the wide back of the knife, the flat knife surface, the blade crosses its curved curve, and finally converges with the back to form a sharp knife tip that looks like it is.

It is this image that makes this knife feel stupid, stupid, round and fat. It is not as thick, long and domineering as the Kaifeng knife commonly used by street gangsters, nor as fierce and dangerous as the jumping blade dagger, because the pig-killing knife has always been like this... It seems that it can only be used to chop pork on the chopping board and chop those annoying pig bones...

Yes, there seems to be only one way to use this kind of knife, which is to "choke", which means to smash the blade to the thing closest to him... It's that simple.

So old Joey liked this knife very much, so... he carried this knife and chopped open the door of the Forgetful Sacrifice Hall, chopped open the rainbow bridge, chopped open the road from heaven to earth, and all the annoying guys on the road who blocked him.

Speaking of which, you may not believe it. Old Joey is a pitiful "person". He is alive and still after death... When he felt happiness for the first time before and after death, he saw a guy holding a cigarette in his mouth.

The guy looked thin and decadent, with his matte hair and a pair of thick dark circles.

That day he stood on the shore of the sea of ​​blood, and the tide washed his trousers... The man was lazy and said to himself, "Do you want to escape from here?"

At that time, Old Joey couldn't speak, he could only follow his will and shook his head... He could only shake his head, and the endless slavery made him unable to think of "escape".

And the man smiled, he threw the cigarette butt into the sea of ​​blood, and the firelight reflected the dome of heaven red.

In this way, he escaped with himself.

He took himself to a tavern and met a man who called himself a "bartender". He gave himself a body, a name, and a cute little pig.

Old Joey loves the pig very much...so he's very grateful to this guy.

Oh, by the way, this guy's name is Ziliang.

Of course...not long after, Old Joey discovered with his extremely "intelligent" mind that this bastard named Ziliang did not rescue himself because of kindness, he just wanted to pull himself onto a pirate ship.

But Old Joyyi didn't care about these things. After all, he felt that Ziliang was a man who was lazy, smoking, black-mouthed, deserved to be beaten, had a bad personality, a bad temper, a sinister and cunning, and didn't like to clean up the house. He always said that he was stupid, but he was pretty good.

So, Old Joey was happy to follow Ziliang, traveling through countless planes, looking for those scattered "fragments of sin"... At the same time, he also went along the way... he was really just looking for some feed that could change his pig's taste.

So, in order to find the feed...oh, no, it was for the strong friendship between old Joey and Ziliang, he took out the knife again at this moment.

He also habitually hummed that song again

......

“My death is approaching.

Buckets of blood splashed out from my enemies, creating an ocean.

I now have to travel through this sea in a boat made of their corpses.

My sails are their skin.

What blows the sails is their last breath.

I will stare at this sea and tell my story, because I will eventually get mercy and forgiveness.

I'm waiting for the order to execute me, and I don't expect anything.

Until everything is lost.

Until death."

......

......

Old Joey hummed and walked towards the Arkham Asylum.

Only then did he realize that although this place is called "mad asylum", it is not a mad asylum at all... It was like the place he once stayed in was called "paradise", but it was not a paradise.

Here are towering city walls, huge searchlights, sprawling power grids, dense tower whistles, and huge iron gates that are as thick as air raid shelters.

Since its expansion many years ago, it has become an impenetrable fortress.

In front of the giant iron door, Old Joey scratched his bare head.

"Sizi—" A sound of electric current sounded from the loudspeaker above my head: "Please show your ID."

The voice of the on-duty personnel came, and there were people rotating the surveillance system of the Arkham Asylum 24 hours a day, so Old Joey had just walked to the front of the door and was caught by the camera... However, the on-duty personnel did not realize what they were going to face. He just asked this question lightly, after all, this person had no weapons on his body... except for that knife.

So, the on-duty staff was very strange. What did this person do? What did he do with a knife?

Of course he would be very strange... In fact, not far away, people hiding on the roadside surrounded and looked at this side. They were very strange, and even Parker was very strange.

Tonight, only Old Joey knew what would happen... Of course, this was just a very easy thing for him. Although this knife only matched the world for three months and only accumulated a little bit of power, it should be enough.

So, he raised the knife easily!

Chop it down!

No one knows how much old Joey has chopped. In short, this chop looks extremely natural, calm, skillful, and natural, just like the old Joey standing in the moonlight should be chopping something, so that no one who saw this ridiculous scene felt a little abrupt.

Extremely fast and extremely stable. The fat on Old Joey's shoulder swayed cutely with the chop... The knife chopped open a ray of night wind that accidentally blew, chopped open a few rays of moonlight, and chopped it onto the huge iron gate that was several stories high.

A loud bang exploded! But before the loud bang could enter people's eardrums, a larger crack began to rush from the blade, spreading wildly to the upper and lower ends. The picture was strange like an invisible pen, drawing a shocking false pattern on the steel like crazy.

However, this crack is not fake...it is extremely real. So as people's consciousness is buzzing by the huge explosion coming from behind, the crack begins to be torn open, and an invisible force turns into an evil ghost for a moment, and the claws stretched into the cracks that collapsed, roaring and tearing.

The fragile steel could not withstand this destruction at all, making painful roars, and then cracked, and accompanied by the high walls on both sides, affected by the remaining force. The steel bars and concrete collapsed in an instant, and then fell down, just like the building blocks piled up by children being ruthlessly overturned, and the roar opened the night and smoke and dust rose.

In the collapse and dust of the sky...
Chapter completed!