Because it was night, the butcher shop had closed. Wutong went up and blasted the door of the butcher shop without hesitation, and soon opened a small crack in the butcher shop door. Before he could see someone, Wutong heard a deafening roar from inside: "Who!? Who is it?? Who dares to knock on the door of the 'bone-demolitioner' at night? Do you want to be killed?"

Wutong burst out when she heard this sound, and she took a few steps back with a furious step. She directly hit the wooden door of the butcher shop. She heard a "sneer" sound, and a ball of thick green acid balls hit the door panel. The splashing butcher shop's entire door was full of extremely corrosive acid.

When the acid was stained, a rolling sour mist and smoke immediately emerged. The wooden door was quickly corroded with huge holes at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a piece of corroded wooden block that fell down, the butcher's big face was revealed.

The next moment, the earth-shaking roar sounded, and the butcher Bethrod was like a crazy polar bear, with his upper body tied with muscles and a pair of flowing and sexy chest hair. He held two huge wheeled battle axes and directly smashed the already broken door panel and rushed out, shouting to the sky: "Who? It's... Hiccup~"

The roaring butcher suddenly burped and swallowed the second half of the sentence back, because he was stunned as Wutong chanting the secret spell in front of him, intending to give him another shot [splash of acid].

"Uh, boy, why are you? Didn't you hear you went out to perform the escort mission?"

Bethrod poked a wheeled battle axe to the ground, freed up a palm-leaf fan and scratched the back of his head strangely. He looked back at his broken shop door, and immediately became angry again. He shook his hand and threw two heavy wheeled battle axes into the shop, making two loud noises, "Bang! Bang!"

Then he clapped his hands and waved to the armed guards coming from afar, indicating that it was okay. Then he walked towards Wutong with a fierce look. He seemed to have not seen Wutong chanting spells at all. He strides to Wutong and blew a sigh of relief on Wutong's hand with a "huh~", as if he was blowing out a faint candle. With a "puff~", the mysterious energy that had condensed into a level 20 acid ball in Wutong's hand disappeared.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Wutong's clothes on his chest, lifted him up, and held him in front of him, pressing his nose to him with his grim voice: "Boy! You'd better give me an explanation, otherwise you will be smeared by me. That old guy Belia doesn't want to stop me! Don't think about it... Ao~~~"

Bethrod, who has been arrogant and domineering for so many years, never expected that Wutong would suddenly make an unexpected move to him. She actually reached out and grabbed the black and curly heart-protecting hair on his chest, and roared hard: "Your muscle lumps! You'd better give me an explanation! Otherwise, I will never end up with you!"

"Aoao~! Let go! Let go!"

"Don't even think about it! Let me go first!"

"I'm going to kill you! You actually dare to humiliate the great Mr. Bethrod... Ao~ I'll let it go! I'll let it go! I'll say something! Why do you need to touch me..."

The NPCs and players who were alarmed around were almost ejaculated. Is this the butcher they knew who was arrogant and unreasonable?

The sycamore, who was put down, threw away a handful of curly hair in his hand,

"Tell me! What happened? You, an apprentice of the caster, dared to offend Mr. Bethrod, me?" The butcher rubbed his chest with a depressed look on his face, but when he saw the gate that seemed to have been weathered for more than 100 years and a messy house again, he couldn't help but roar and curse again: "Damn it! My door! I hate you spellcasters the most! You destructive crazier! Devil! Destroyer!"

The audience around and the soy sauce were sweating profusely. You, a northern barbarian with a ratio of more than 90% of the muscles in the skull, actually said that others were destructive? But when you saw the butcher who was destroyed by a [splash of acid], you couldn't help but feel that the butcher was right.

"Destroyer?" Wutong sneered and pointed his middle finger at him: "You are right at all!" The soy saucers around him gasped. Mr. Mu, a mercenary who dared to fight with the butcher, was too fierce! He actually used this cruel gesture to the butcher who heard that he was a former barbarian from the Northland.

But in the world of "Endless", there is obviously no international word for middle finger. The butcher looked at Wutong's middle finger in confusion, and then looked at Wutong in confusion. After a few rounds and turns, he finally noticed the bone-eating ring on Wutong's middle finger. Suddenly his face changed drastically and grabbed Wutong's wrist, pulled it to his nose and observed it carefully, then suddenly picked up Wutong and turned around and left.

But Wutong, who was caught off guard, was grabbed by the butcher with a painful face and pulled it into the room, but was strangely not resisting. When the little loli saw Wutong being taken away, she suddenly became anxious. She rolled up her sleeves and showed her pink and white little arms, and waved her apprentice staff to rush in to help Wutong brother with an arm, but Wu held her little hand and left outside the door.

"What's going on?"

In the butcher shop, the butcher looked at the bone-eating ring on Wutong's finger in horror. In the room without lighting, and it was night, it should be a ball of black and invisible. However, there was a black light on Wutong's fingers, which was vaguely swallowing and spitting.

Yes, there is no typo, it is indeed a "black" light, a more gloomy light than the darkness of the night, which makes it look particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

"What's going on?" Wutong sneered: "You forced this ring to put in my hand. You ask me what's going on? That's it!" As he said that, Wutong lifted the [hidden camp], and a ball of scarlet blood swept across like an explosion, shining in the room as if soaking in the blood. A dark, violent, and evil aura of chaos was released from Wutong's body and spreading in all directions.

"Put it! Put it away!" the butcher screamed in horror, but was not shocked by the evil aura emitted by Wutong, but was panicked as if he was afraid that the aura emitted by Wutong was discovered by others.

"Are you crazy? You are so blatantly releasing the 'absurd breath of the abyss' in the [ruling and neutral] village?"

Seeing Wutong hiding the aura of the [chaotic and evil] camp, the butcher was shocked and angry. He rushed to the door quickly and looked around for a moment. Seeing Wu and the little loli guarding the door, he actually nodded to him.

"How did you do it?" The butcher couldn't help looking at Wutong curiously.

"Are you talking about this?" Wutong took off the mask of lies from her face and handed it to the butcher. But as soon as the mask of lies was taken off, the "abervary of the abyss" called by the butcher appeared, which faintly caused some commotion in the surrounding area.

The butcher glanced quickly, then pressed the mask of lies back on Wutong's face, almost crushing his facial features. The force was so strong that it seemed as if the mask could blend into Wutong's face.

"Do you want to kill someone to silence?" Wutong shouted in pain: "You should know that for us trialists, death is not the end..."

"Shh!" The butcher gestured nervously, but the voice of the guard captain Witt came from outside the house: "Basrod! What's going on? A very strong aura of evil appeared nearby!"

"That's your illusion! Witt! Go back to your guard!" The butcher roared in anger and angry voice, picking up two huge wheeled battle axes from the ground, "Clang! Clang!" Two sounds crossed and chopped on the ground at the door. The long axe handle crossed and just closed the door instead of the door, preventing anyone from coming in.

"I don't know you got this kind of good thing from there, but if you don't plan to be killed by Witt's facial paralysis and the believer warrior of the temple, I advise you not to take that ugly thing off your beautiful little face!"

The butcher was already sweating. I wonder what he was nervous. He looked at Wutong fiercely: "I want to know now, how many have you killed?"

"How many have you killed?" Wutong shrugged: "Not many, less than 500!"

"Oh my God! Are you a butcher?" Bethrod grabbed his hair with both hands and tore it up and whined in a very collapse. He suddenly grabbed Wutong, his eyes turned red: "Why do you dare to use 'that'? Why did you use 'that'?"

"That? Are you referring to the skill that can spray bones? When you are surrounded by thousands of enemies, you will use it too."

Wutong looked at the Bone Eater Ring on her hand: "Now you can tell me what this is, right? Why did he turn me like this? And, how do you take it off?"

“Can’t take it down…”

Bethrod, who was in a daze, muttered in despair. Obviously, with his northern people's brain, this sudden situation could not be organized into an effective way to deal with it in a short period of time.

Wutong was angry: "You lied to me? You said I would send you 1,000 prey every day, so you told me how to take it off! Your sister! How dare you put it on my hand if you can't take it off? Do you think we trialists are easy to bully?"

Wutong, who became more and more popular, suddenly turned around: "I am going to complain to Sir Luca Dick about your behavior! I am going to tell my teacher that you have done this evil deed to me! If you don't tell me how to take this thing off, Pastor Cui Sibo must know how to deal with this evil thing..."

"Stop! Don't go! You can't tell Rountag that old madman, he will kill me! You can't tell Al that damn crazy man, he will tie you to the pillar of the Holy Light and burn you to death!"

The butcher was frightened by Wutong and strangled Wutong's neck with his arms that were thicker than Wutong's waist, almost killing him instantly.

"...Basrod, you stone mind, can I understand your current behavior as, are you coercing my disciples?"

A sudden sound appeared behind the entangled two people. Then, a slender palm flashing with crackling lightning was pressed on the back of the barbarian in the north, making him howl, quickly let go of his arm that strangled Wutong's neck, and danced his arms around his arms to slap the electric scorched area on the vest. Unfortunately, his biceps were too thick, making it impossible for him to do such a difficult move.

"...I also seem to hear that some unbeliever is slandering me as an Obai. Hae believer. This intentional smearing behavior is enough to make me fool you into the 'Wall of the Unbeliever'... Although the Sea of ​​Misty is not within the territory of the gods, the land of Ogaros Island you step on is towering with the glory of the gods. Although there is no 'Wall of the Unbeliever' here, I don't mind mobilizing believers to build a wall for you alone."

A group of milky white light emitting soft light lit up in the dim room, illuminating the not-so-large space as bright as day, so that the yutong, which was originally in the dark, suddenly disappeared.

"Can you allow me to hang him first? As the lord of Shell Village and the former leader of the "Wolf Skeleton" mercenary corps, I should have this right..."

A voice that made the northern barbarian even more chilled. If the poor barbarian dared to complain about the old wizard and the old priest in his heart, then the master of this voice was that he did not even dare to complain in his mind with a small capacity.

After blinking, Wutong finally adapted to the light, but was surprised to find that the small butcher shop house was filled with people, the old wizard holding a dead wooden staff, the old priest holding a heavy metal scepter, the Sir Dick holding an elegant sword, the Jazz Lady holding two scimitars in both hands, and the Chef Orkin holding a kitchen knife, the tanner Lao Jill rolling between his fingers, the fat aunt Audrey slapped a thick rolling pin in his palm, the hunter Willis, the herbician Baku, the pharmacist Barr, the grocery store owner Gerbao, the fisherman Gerno

Almost all the pros of Beike Village came and almost smashed the small house. Wutong looked around in a daze and found that the little loli Xiaoxiao poked her head out of the crowd and looked at it. Wu Ze leaned against the door with his arms holding his arms outside. There were also armed guards on the inside and three layers of the inside and three layers of the outside, and players outside were blocking the streets.

"Okay, what happened?" Wutong felt like she had a big big scene.

"Let's go, this smelly house is not a good place to talk about things. Let's go to church first."

Sir Dick smiled and waved his hand. The armed guards began to disperse the onlookers. Then the NPC professionals who came out of nowhere all walked towards the church. Wutong and the dejected butcher were surrounded in the middle. The little loli was a little scared, but she bravely squeezed out of the crowd and ran to Wutong, timidly holding his cloak, and walked directly to Wutong without even ignoring anyone.
Chapter completed!