The butcher noticed the situation of the two cauldrons and quickly walked over with his body like a mountain of meat. He rubbed his hands nervously and stared at one of the cauldrons.

Then, he did not directly reach out to lift the lid of the pot to welcome the rich fruits of this evil ritual. Instead, he closed his eyes and clasped his hands together with great piety and enthusiasm, as if he was praying for something. Every movement he made

They all reveal a sense of pious caution, but for some reason, Aaron doesn't feel that he has any pious beliefs.

After pondering for a moment, Aaron suddenly understood why he felt this way, because in his opinion, Brother Butcher looked... like a mobile game player who had lost everything after drawing a card.

Judging from Brother Butcher's performance, although he has worked hard to prepare the tributes and made all preparations for the sacrificial ceremony, he still cannot guarantee what he will summon. It can only be like drawing a blind box.

Likewise, I am expecting some kind of indescribable great being to cast a startling glance at this place and create a powerful family member for him.

From this point of view, isn’t his behavior essentially just collecting stones to draw cards?!

And unlike ordinary mobile game players, Brother Butcher has neither a clear list of probabilities nor a mechanism such as a guarantee. He only relies on his own luck.

When Aaron realized this, he was no longer sleepy!

You know, before time travel, Aaron was a well-known European emperor and dog caretaker. The most he played in mobile games was monthly cards, and there was no plan for drawing cards.

times, but the number of times one shot enters the soul is enviable. An account with almost no krypton can even be compared to other accounts using blue and green modifiers.

If they knew that Aaron had become such a bad guy after time traveling, they might even gloat and say that he deserved it.

But even if time travel becomes a matter of bombing wherever you go, Aaron is not afraid of drawing cards. He is even a little eager to try because he hasn't drawn cards for so long.

Commonly known as smoking addiction.

Not to mention, this may be his only chance to leave this world.

Aaron took steps cautiously, and the state of concealment continued. He promised not to touch anything as much as possible, and then walked into the butcher's shop and walked to the middle of the five large pots.

The butcher did not notice Aaron's movements. On the one hand, because "invisibility" hid Aaron's whereabouts very well, on the other hand, it was also because he was praying devoutly at this time and did not pay attention at all.

In the environment around you.

After praying for about three seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to grab the lid of the pot, lifting it up.

At the moment when the pot lid was separated from the pot body, Aaron suddenly raised his head. There was really some kind of indescribable existence looking towards this place. Its power made Aaron feel that his movements suddenly became a little stiff.

, every drop of blood, every muscle, every bone, and every fascia in the whole person seemed to come alive, and these constituted an important part of Aaron's person. The first time he opened his eyes to see the world.

The only thing is to quarrel with each other.

They were unwilling to join together and wanted to fight for control of this complete body. Then a world war in the body suddenly broke out, making Aaron feel unbearable pain.

He suddenly raised his hand, stuffed his left hand that had not yet turned into flesh into his mouth, and bit it down in one bite, preventing himself from opening his mouth due to pain. Even though the bite drew blood, Aaron did not make a single sound.

Sound.

Fortunately, this kind of friction and mutual opposition of flesh and blood only lasted for a moment, and the indescribable existence looked away, making Aaron breath a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the butcher completely opened the blood-red cauldron, revealing the scene inside - the blood and water disappeared, and the inside of the cauldron was pitch black and nothing could be seen, but soon, a black shadow ran out of it at an extremely fast speed.

He came out, jumped onto the butcher's wrist, then followed the butcher's right arm that could run like a horse, and reached the butcher's head in a few steps.

Unlike this weird world, the monsters emerging from the cauldron cannot see flesh and blood exposed in the air.

It has a short body and looks like a white-haired mouse. The hairs are as sharp as sharp knives. In the process of moving quickly, it has scratched the exposed flesh of the butcher, making the butcher's arm look red.

It became dripping with blood, making this little monster stained with a little scarlet.

But compared with its more bizarre head and claws, this abnormal aggression is nothing at all.

Its paws look like miniature human hands, and its forelimbs are raised high, allowing Aaron to see the fingers showing flexible operation. Its head has nothing to do with mice. It is a

It has a wretched and evil face, its eyes are flashing with a strange red light, sharp fangs can be seen in its grinning mouth, and its white hair forms a long beard on its face.

If you don't look at its rat-shaped body, just look at its evil face, it looks exactly like the image of an evil wizard in movies and TV shows.

"Cluck, cluck..." The human-faced rat imitated humans, stood on the butcher's head with two feet, and then made an unsettling harsh sound, laughing wildly and said: "Rat, Rat, I'm alive!"

"Why is it a human-faced rat?" The Flesh Butcher spoke for the first time. His voice sounded muffled, as if he was standing in a small space. His tone revealed heartfelt disappointment.

He seemed to look down on this human-faced rat very much, "Damn it! What's the use of such a little thing?!"

After saying that, the butcher stretched out his hand to the human-faced rat on his head, trying to grab it, and then he was ready to rush towards it and throw it into the pot, then put it back into the pot and recreate it to perform another evil ritual.

But the human-faced rat dodged the butcher's hand very nimbly, then jumped down from his head, stood on the stove, stamped his feet angrily, grinned at the butcher and shouted: "Stupid flesh and blood believer"

, are you looking down on Shushu? Shushu wants you to look good!"

The next moment, the human-faced rat, angered by the butcher's contempt, began to dance. Its white hair and long white beard suddenly began to flutter, and some invisible power was gradually born and condensed with its dance.<

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"Cackle..."

Then, the human-faced mouse laughed crazily and evilly, and at the same time, only a muffled crashing sound was heard:

"Dong——"

The Flesh Butcher felt as if he had been punched in the face by a strong man. He howled in pain. He even staggered back two steps before he could barely stabilize his mountain-like body.

"Let you know how powerful Shushu is!"

And just as the human-faced mouse laughed triumphantly, the angry butcher stood firm and stretched out his hands to the human-faced mouse.
Chapter completed!