Three days later, the butcher Ismail''s banquet was held in the left-wing star mountain. Nine of the 14 bandit leaders on the Seven Star Mountain came, not counting the "master of the sky" and the butcher himself. It seems that the butcher has a good popularity in the seven star mountain.


    Compared with the stronghold of the "Lord of the sky", the butcher''s stronghold is a little cramped. The nine mountain bandit leaders and their attendants crowded in the not spacious hall and talked about their heroic deeds. If there is an intersection, it''s true. If there is no intersection, they talk nonsense. Manda, who observed in the dark, seems to see the classmate gathering in previous lives, but their topic is more bloody.


    Cemetery Lord jamalu Road: "Two months ago, I met several herders in Blackwater city. The leader was a tough guy. I asked him to leave ten sheep. He refused to live or die. I killed his two brothers, but he still refused to bow his head. I simply killed all the people around him. As long as he begged for mercy, I could still keep him alive. As a result, the fool fought hard with me with a wooden stick, and I stripped his skin When I came down, you know my craft. I picked it very clean. I spread the skin under the saddle. When I met the shepherds of Blackwater city in the future, I showed them this skin. After reading it, they became more disciplined. "


    "Jamalu, don''t talk about yourself like a hero," said the messenger of life, umut, with a sneer. "I know this. In the beginning, you not only asked for ten sheep, but also ruined the shepherd''s wife. He worked hard with you."


    Jamalu glanced and said, "so what? The woman is dry and thin. I don''t bother to look at her!"


    "Was there anything special that day? Did you eat the wrong herb again?" asked the ghost assassin deszi


    Jamalu has the habit of eating herbs for many years. It''s not to cure his illness, but that he listened to a wizard and said it would enable him to complete his promotion as soon as possible.


    Listening to the ridicule of the crowd, jamalu spat and said, "I''m the Lord of the cemetery. Wherever I go, I should leave a grave! What are you qualified to laugh at me? Are you good people? Deszi, I remember once you killed more than 30 people at one go. They took out all their things, but you still didn''t let them go."


    Deszi sneered: "killing mortals is the power given to us by the gods, but I have never ruined women."


    "It''s useless for you. Go and ask McCord (jungle devil). Last time, a wine vendor passed by. He didn''t let go of either man or woman from old to young. He cooked and ate a child. The child''s cry spread all over the forest. Have you heard of it!"


    After a few drinks, the atmosphere in the hall reached a climax. The jungle demon McCord hoarsely said, "why hasn''t the Lord come yet?"


    The butcher laughed and said, "it''s coming."


    The cemetery Lord ate a large piece of bacon and said, "before he comes, let''s talk about serious things. What are you going to do with the Rose Angel? He doesn''t show up now. Do you rush to the head star mountain to fight with him?"


    The butcher replied absently, "yes, yes."


    The ghost assassin shook his head and said, "this is not a good idea. The rose has thorns and the thorns are poisonous. I''m afraid it''s not enough for us to defeat him in his nest."


    The jungle devil said, "and master!"


    The butcher should say, "yes, and master."


    The messenger said, "if the Lord is willing to do it, we may be able to destroy the rose''s nest. Then..."


    He looked at the crowd, and they also looked at him. The cemetery Lord whispered, "we can drive him out of the Seven Star Mountain at that time."


    The ghost assassin sneered, "don''t you want to leave a cemetery on Touxing mountain? How can there be no him in that cemetery?"


    "You mean kill him?"


    The people''s eyes turned to the butcher. The butcher smiled and said, "drink more and eat more meat. When the master comes, talk about serious things."


    Through the window, seeing that the people had completely relaxed their guard under the effect of alcohol, Manda felt that the time had come.


    He walked into the hall. Under the gaze of the people, he smiled and said, "everyone, does the food fit?"


    The cemetery Lord was stunned: "who are you?"


    The ghost assassin looked at him and said, "I seem to have seen you."


    The jungle demon hoarse voice: "you are the one who asks the Lord for land."


    The messenger also thought of Manda: "what''s your name Roman? Is your land coming?"


    The crowd burst out a burst of laughter. Manda smiled and said, "I have got my land. The Lord of the sky is a very generous man. He gave the whole tail star mountain to me and moved to hell alone."


    The laughter stopped suddenly. The ghost assassin looked at Manda askew and asked, "stupid pig, do you know what you''re talking about?"


    "I''m too lazy to repeat what I said before. I came here to ask you a question," Manda asked, shaking her shoulder. "Who gave you the nickname? Why does it sound so disgusting?"


    "Little bastard!" the cemetery Lord picked up his knife, "believe it or not, I skinned you!"


    "How? Like this?" Manda suddenly came behind the cemetery Lord and cut off the fat cheek on his right.


    The cemetery Lord fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Just as the ghost assassin around him was about to kill, Manda cut his wrist first.


    The jungle devil got up and jumped at Manda. Manda grabbed his hair and pressed it into the boiling soup pot: "is that what the child calls? Your voice doesn''t seem to be loud enough."


    The messenger who claimed his life was the only one who had the chance to draw his sword. Unfortunately, his long sword had just come out of its scabbard. The lioness outside the door broke in, stretched out her claws and directly lifted off his skull.


    The ghost assassin with a broken hand ran to the door, and each bandit leader left more than a dozen followers outside.


    "Where are these fools?" the ghost assassin looked around and finally saw them behind the wooden house.


    The followers of the bandit leader were tied together, and more than 100 people wriggled in the snow like a meat ball.


    Although their mouths were blocked, they could still make a deep purr, like some strange chorus singing.


    Moira and Pluto are busy cutting their necks, pressing on the ground like a chicken, cutting one by one.


    The ghost assassin blocked his mouth with the remaining hand and wanted to leave as quietly as possible, but she was found by Moira just one step away.


    In fact, Moira had already found him, but she was too busy with her work to pay attention to him.


    "Why did you run out?" said moyla, looking at the ghost assassin. "It''s dangerous outside. Go back quickly!"


    The ghost assassin was desperate to escape. Sangira, who was patrolling in the air, suddenly swooped down and grabbed his neck.


    "Didn''t I tell you? It''s dangerous outside. Don''t run around. I was up there just now. I heard you kill more than 30 people at most at one time. I guess you''ll be free if you get more than 30 knives."


    Sangira stuffed the ghost assassin back into the butcher''s hall, and everything that should be put down was put down. Manda was carefully peeling off the skin of the cemetery Lord.


    "Don''t shout so loudly. You are close to the gods. I heard the butcher say that there are hundreds of human skins in your stronghold. If I don''t take your belt back, your people won''t listen to me. Of course, even if they listen to me, I can leave at most half..."


    The blood sprayed on the butcher''s face layer by layer, and he was numb to it for a long time.


    He sat at the table, afraid to leave or look around. After a long silence, he picked up his fork and began to eat.


    A piece of blood with grease sprayed on the plate. The butcher didn''t care. He forked the meat on the plate and ate it in one bite.