First glass of wine

"Well, look around! Oh, I forgot. Although your brain's speed of thought has increased, your motor nerves haven't, so you can't move or dodge. In other words, even if the speed around you seems to be moving slowly, there's no escaping the fact that you're about to be torn apart."

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"Interesting. I know you're thinking about ways to get out. I am deeply impressed by your indomitable spirit to live no matter what. But facts are facts, and wisdom is sometimes not the only bargaining chip to live safely in this world. You need something else, something that will keep you safe... Power!"

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"Well, would you like to share this first glass of wine with me? You'll soon enjoy the taste, but I don't want you to get so caught up in it that you'll become as much of an accessory as the last user. Because it would be boring. But I believe, with your composure, should be able to resist the temptation of this wine? For now."

"To... How to do it."

"Oh? In that case, do you agree? Hey, hey, hey, that's interesting. Those who will accept me, let me teach you the first time. Just remember how it feels this time, because from now on, you will pull me out as you please, and let me see what you can do with my strength."

A black painted chain sprang up again at the hilt of the extinguished sword in a time approaching stillness. Unlike other chains, this one has a tapered head. The awl led the chain around the beggar four times in a row, as if it had bound him completely. Finally, he inserted the end of the beggar's right forearm.

In the real world, the Wolf dog's sharp teeth have been bitten off and its claws torn. At that moment, the blizzard in the air suddenly became very strong and swept everything into the darkness of the white hell.

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Why did the storm suddenly become so strong?

The little girl in the distance lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out. The snow in the air became even more intense. The four horses that pulled the cart were just fine, but now they began to scream as if they felt something. A gust of cold wind came, making the little girl shiver and draw down the curtain. But at this moment, the thick curtain seems no longer able to isolate the cold outside, the warm inside the carriage, quickly turned into a chilling ice cave...

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The servant stared, the corners of his mouth twitching. In front of him, the storm was so thick that he couldn't see anything clearly. White and cold hexagonal crystal will beggar and Wolf dog completely buried up, no one knows, inside what happened.

Whoosh -

Something flew out of it. It was a Wolf dog. When he saw his pet dog again, the anxiety on the servant's face disappeared. But when he saw the Wolf dog, his face froze.

It wasn't a dog, it was half a dog. It was as if it had been cut in the middle by something very sharp, with only the left side of its body. The Wolf dog kept his mouth open and made a gesture of biting. Its cut side was not bleeding but completely frozen by a thin layer of ice. As if it were a physical specimen, the servant could see every insides of the dog, see his heart cut open, and see some of the stomach sacs left behind, and the large intestine extending to the stomach.

The body of the Wolf dog fell on the snow. Clanging, it was as stiff as if it had been three days and nights in a temperature of ten degrees below zero. It's hard to imagine that a minute ago it was alive, able to move, able to shout.

The servant leng leng looked at the body of the Wolf dog, the brain terrible stopped thinking. It was at this moment that the blizzard in front of him gradually dispersed, a pair of blood red eyes, from the white snow, shot out...

"You... You... ! You --!"

The snowstorm has stopped. As if afraid of something, dare not fall on that child's body. At his feet, the bodies of the other two werewolves were cut open, and their movements remained the same as before.

Hua...

Light noise, from the beggar's hand. The servant looked down and saw a huge black sword, longer than the little beggar's body, sticking in the snow! The handle of the black sword was encircled by a loose chain, which made a slight clatter with the slight movement of the little beggar's hand. And at the hilt of the sword there was a blood-red eye, wide open, staring at him!

The servant could not move. He was like a frog watched by a snake. He had forgotten what he was supposed to do. The little beggar's eyes became as red as blood, and his right hand held the hilt of a huge sword higher than he, and the corner of his mouth...

Grinning.

"..."

In the reflection of the blood pupil, the little beggar's left hand, gradually loose. He had been holding the baby girl in his arms, but now, he was like some kind of garbage, left behind.

"Cluck..."

Should not have leer in the shiver of snow reverberate, because of the snow, the little baby girl who shout sleep finally did not wake up. She continued to sleep, her eyes closed, not seeing what was really happening outside.

The chains that went into the beggar's right arm formed chains, and the boy slowly straightened up and grasped the black sword with both hands. Slowly, he pulled it out of the snow, and at that moment the rattling chains tightened, binding his right hand to the hilt. Now the boy held the black sword, which was out of proportion to his height, and gazed with his blood-red pupils at the prey before him.

"You... You gutter rat! What a trick!"

The servant raised his hand and tried to overcome his fear with his cutlass.

Hands, drop.

Holding the steel knife in his hand, he lay in the snow, the blood frozen at the end.

No pain... No, not yet, to be exact. As if by magic, the servant watched the small body grasp the sword with a flick, and then, as if his hand were no longer his own thing, flew away.

"Ha ha... Ha ha ha... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!"

Calm down. It's gone from the little beggar. The expression on his face became "rich", and the joy of the first sip of wine made him unable to get out of it.

"Ah... Aaaaargh!"

The pain came at last from the broken arm. The wound in the right arm was frozen, and the servant was holding his shoulder, Shouting with a piercing cry. He turned his back on any task, no task, no one to take it out on after losing a hundred sulla. He just wanted to escape and survive.

He stepped, his feet moved forward, but his body did not move. In the twisted, flurried pupils, he watched his left leg fly out, then his right leg, and finally his left arm.

Pa -

The snow, being kicked up.

The servant lay in the cold white world, the corners of his mouth twisted with fear.

The pure white world is still spotless. Nothing of the foul liquid that soiled the white crystals flowed from the instant frozen wound. The servant's body was gone, and he tried to turn it over.

A foot touched his back. Snow slowly drifting in the night sky, the servant's pupils have been frightened to stare out. Then some unhuman laughter sounded in his ears.

"No... Don't! Don't kill me! Beg you... Don't kill me!"

There is no turning back, only white. He pleaded so hard that his longing for life turned him into a rat who did not want to die. But even with this prayer, the grim smile behind him did not stop...

Cough up!

The sword went into his back. Pierced through the heart, thrust out of his chest, and nailed the servant to the snow. He opened his mouth wide and tried to cough, but no blood gushed from his mouth. The cut back was frozen, and a thin layer of ice covered the wound.

"Cough up... Oooo... Cut... !"

The broken heart was frozen, and the hellish coldness made the servant's eyes turn white. On his back, the blackened sword stirred, and the freshly frozen wound made a glassy crack, then froze again before the blood gushed out.

The black blade, slowly pulling down along the cut in his back. From the chest to the waist and from the waist to the hips. The instantly frozen wound delayed the death of the servant, allowing him to experience, bit by bit, what it would be like to have his body completely sliced open.

Dark, finally left this person's body. It had just ripped open a human body, and there was no trace of blood on the blade. The servant's body was no longer contorted, his mouth was open, his eyes were white, and he had become a piece of flesh that would never move or speak again.

The blood red double pupil glints in the snow night, the little beggar's face is still not static distortion. He exhaled and smiled grimly at the corners of his mouth. Slowly, the little beggar raised his head and looked around as the blood pupil on the dimmer burst into light.

Soon he saw his next target in the snow... Swaddling clothes in the snow.

Driven by scarlet pupils, the little beggar dragged his sword, step by step, toward the swaddling cloth. The shackles clattered as they fastened to the right arm. He gasped, the corners of his mouth "giggle" laughter, went to the front of the baby, raised the sword, will paint the black edge, aimed at the baby among them...

Blood pupil, send out excited ray of light. This strong light inspired the little beggar, finally, his mouth a grinning...

Blade, cut.

Flying snow, black sword mercilessly inserted swaddling. Raise the snow, shake out a flowerbed in the air...