7, Mess

Like a ghost, the boy wrapped tightly in a black blanket appeared at the door of the Butcher Inn.

The door of the inn was half-opened, and the thick smell of blood could be smelled from a long distance away.

In the hotel, there was an unusual silence, vaguely, there seemed to be a small voice sobbing.

The boy paused at the door before entering the hotel, leaving a series of bloodstains behind him.

The butcher stayed at the door of the girl's room. His eyes widened to the limit, and extreme fear froze on his face. All that remained of him was his head, but his body was nowhere to be found.

The door of the room was ajar, and blood gushed out from under the door like a spring, so much that it made one's heart palpitate.

The boy stood in the blood, and the feeling on his skin told him that the blood was still warm. He gently pushed open the half-covered door.

The girl was sitting in the middle of the room with her knees hugged, her head buried deep behind her knees, and she was sobbing softly. The black blanket that was always wrapped around her body was thrown into the corner of the room, and the bed made of rough wood completely collapsed. The girl was wearing a coarse but very clean skirt. The exposed skin, whether it was the arms or the half of the calf, was so white and tender that it made people crazy. Although she was young, even in the old days, she might turn the men in the whole city into beasts.

The room had become hell.

Human flesh and limbs were scattered everywhere. There was almost no place to stay. Some fresh organs were even wriggling, and the walls were completely stained black and red by the splattered blood. Blood was still pouring out from the fragments of the limbs, forming puddles several centimeters deep on the ground. The boy didn't know if the butcher's body was here, which piece of meat belonged to the Black Bear, and whether there were three or four people lying here.

Everything was chopped up and mixed together.

The girl sat like this, sitting in the middle of the hell made of blood and flesh.

Her long, beautiful pale gray hair looked like a waterfall, or a strand of silk, the ends of which were already soaked in blood.

Beside the girl, a huge square-bladed bone-chopping knife with a blade length of one meter was stuck in the ground. There were gaps all over the blade, and there were many fine tendons hanging from it. Only when dealing with furious iron-armored bears whose bones were as hard as rocks, the butcher would use this square-bladed bone cutter made of stainless steel.

Hearing the sound of the door, the girl raised her head and saw the boy. She immediately showed a rainbow-like smile, and under the sunlight streaming in from the window, the teardrops still hanging from the corners of her eyes sparkled like two brilliant diamonds.

The boy sighed, carefully found a foothold among the limbs all over the floor, and walked towards the girl.

The girl didn't care so much, she jumped up and threw herself into his arms, kicking flesh to pieces and splashing blood all the way.

The young man gently stroked her gray long hair, which was still soft and warm. Even though it had been soaked in blood, no blood beads could stay on it for a while.

"I'm afraid!" the girl said softly. Her little hands tightly grasped the bandages wrapped around the boy's body, even pulling him very painfully. The boy knew that she was really scared, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

Inhabited areas always meant trouble, but in the wilderness, it was getting harder and harder to find food. What was lacking most was clean water. In this era, the first thing everyone faced every day was survival. In the face of survival, there was no tolerance and no sharing. Anyone, in the eyes of others, might mean clean food and water.

Suddenly there was a loud and noisy voice outside the hotel, and someone shouted: "Outsiders have killed people! The butcher is dead! I saw they are still inside!"

The shouting of the crowd became louder and louder, and the sound of metal knocking could be heard from time to time. According to the sound, at least dozens of people had surrounded the hotel with only four rooms.

The boy patted the girl lightly, and silently took out a carefully collected fire-breathing ant's blade from under the black blanket. Half of the blade was amputated, leaving only the sharpest tip. Every sawtooth on the blade flashed a faint blue light, and the handle was carefully polished and tightly wrapped with a coarse cloth belt.

In terms of power, this thing was already comparable to the military daggers of the old era.

The boy clenched the blade tightly, waiting quietly for the moment when the crowd broke through the door. The girl stopped crying, and her beautiful blue eyes flickered around the room and landed on the square-bladed bone-chopping knife again, so she stretched out her small hand, trying to grab the knife.

She used it very well.

The boy stretched out his left hand, and pulled the girl back, not allowing her to touch the knife. He kept the girl behind him, quietly looking at the door and windows. Although the windows were nailed with wooden battens, there was no guarantee that no one would rush in from here.

"Quiet!" The sheriff's majestic voice sounded outside the hotel, and the noise immediately became quieter, showing the sheriff's authority, although it wasn't enough. "Let me see what's going on first! Damn it, it's so bloody smell—how many people died inside?"

With a bang, the door of the hotel was kicked open by the sheriff, and the crowd immediately exclaimed, followed by a click-clack. The sheriff's Uzi had already been loaded.

At this moment, a cold and murderous voice suddenly sounded outside: "Go away! Make way for Madam!"