Chapter 140: It’s Late at Night, Let’s Find Someone to Test the Knife
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The first change after the upgrade of Night Cut was that the sickle became even more extraordinary as a weapon.
Not only did its appearance become even more terrifying and dangerous, but it also came with a string of Requiem Bells.
Requiem Bells was just like the literal meaning of its name. The the sound it made could soothe the soul.
The reason why it appeared was because of the new function of the scythe after evolution.
The first function was that the damage caused would be difficult to heal.
Any wound that was cut by Flanders’s scythe would be corroded by the unique dark energy of the scythe.
The target that was cut would be in pain all the time.
At the same time, if the wound could not be treated in time, the area of the wound would expand step by step.
And this person could only watch as he walked towards death step by step.
The second ability was to harvest souls.
Any life that was harvested by the scythe would have their souls sucked into the scythe and enslaved by Flanders.
The souls had no intellect and would remain in the state they were in when they were alive.
If they were always in fear when they were alive, then they would always be in fear after they died.
Because they were affected by extreme emotion, these souls would become restless and frantic, and they would become very aggressive.
Therefore, during normal times, the Requiem Bell was needed to suppress them.
The more souls there were, the higher the quality of the scythe would be, and the damage it would cause would also increase.
Moreover, these souls would also constantly contribute fear points to Flanders during normal times.
The second important change of Night Cut was its attack style.
By using the scythe to strike, Night Cut could freely switch between two attack modes.
One was a physical attack that gathered energy on the surface of the scythe and strengthened the scythe strike.
The other was an energy attack that released energy and caused long-range damage.
Since Night Cut’s attack range was in a fan shape, this long-range attack also spread out in a fan shape.
It could be said that the upgraded Night Cut not only increased its growth rate.
It also took care of most of its attack forms. It could both play close combat and use long-range attacks.
Right now, Flanders could not wait to see how powerful Night Cut could be.
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When the day was about to end and the sun had set, a middle-aged man who was as fat as a pig finally woke up from his bed.
The first thing he did after waking up was not to wash up, but to stagger to the living room.
His expression was terrible. Anyone could see that he was in a bad mood.
The reason was simple. He did not wake up naturally, but because his body was hungry.
A strong sense of hunger, as well as the pain from his abdomen, announced that he needed to eat quickly.
Being forcefully awakened from his sleep by this pain was naturally not a good feeling.
In addition, this fat man’s temper was not very good.
The moment he came up, he fiercely slapped the table.
Pa!
The table was shaking. Although this man was fat, his strength was really not small.
The loud voice made the house become noisy.
“Where’s the food? I want to eat! Do you want me to starve to death?”
“Coming, coming!”
As soon as he said this, a thin and shriveled woman hurriedly brought out the food that had already been prepared.
The woman’s thin body was in stark contrast to the man’s fat body.
The woman’s movements and response speed were very fast.
But this did not hinder the fat pig man who was in an irascible state.
The fat pig man raised his hand and slapped the woman’s face again, slapping her to the ground.
“You woman, you can’t even do a simple job? Don’t you have eyes? Do you need me to call you?”
The fat pig man face was red from anger. He looked like a roasted suckling pig.
He looked unusually ugly and ferocious.
“You really are a slut. If I don’t hit you for a day, are you going to itch?”
The fat pig man cursed and hit the woman at the same time.
After a few hits, he stopped hitting.
It was not because he had vented his anger, but because he was really starving.
He cursed and sat on his seat, and then began to eat quickly.
He did not care about the taste of the food, and just stuffed it into his mouth.
The food that was enough for a family of four was eaten by the fat pig man in less than ten minutes.
This was clearly a pig in human skin.
As for the woman who was bullied by the fat pig man, she chose to remain silent about what happened to her.
Looking at her husband who had been eating not far away, the woman’s eyes flashed with all kinds of dark emotions.
She had almost reached the end of her patience.
The long-term experience had made her endure, and the dissatisfaction and anger had also appeared in her.
This long-term backlog had almost pushed her to the point where she could not breathe.
She was really going crazy.
She had really had enough of this kind of life.
Sometimes, she always wondered why she did not poison his food?
Phew! Phew!
After taking a few deep breaths, the woman still did not explode this time. She chose to endure it again.
Because in this family, she still had a presence that she could not let go of.
Her daughter, that was the only pillar of support in her heart.
Regarding the commotion outside, her daughter who was in the room also heard it.
But she did not go out to check. Instead, she was writing her homework expressionlessly.
She was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but her face no longer had the vitality that belonged to this age.
Was this good? This was very bad.
Because this state was the state that Flanders hated the most.
Numbness, no emotional fluctuations, this was a reaction that she made to protect herself in a situation where she had been in violence for a long time and had no hope.
Under such circumstances, people would not even feel fear.
Even if she was facing an unknown terrifying existence, she would not have any reaction.
And such an existence was trash to Flanders. He did not even want to look at it.
At the dining table, after eating all the food, fat pig simply touched his mouth and casually wiped his body before collapsing on the sofa.
Creak, creak, creak!
The long-term pressure had made the old sofa somewhat unable to bear the burden, and it let out a sorrowful cry.
But fat pig did not care about this.
He just watched the television lazily, and he watched for four or five hours.
Throughout the entire process, fat pig did not even move his position once.
Do not even mention helping the woman do some housework, he would even call the woman over whenever he had anything to do and provide him with various services.
And in the face of her husband’s bossing around, the woman seems to have long been used to it.
Finally, late at night, the fat pig would be in heat...
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