All Worlds Madhouse

This is a butcher's knife.

Just by hearing the name, you can roughly picture the image in your mind. The broad back of the knife, the flat surface, the cutting edge of the knife and its curved arc, and finally converge with the back to form a tip that does not look very sharp.

It is this image that makes this knife look stupid, stupid, and chubby. It is not as thick and long and domineering as the Kaifeng knife commonly used by street gangsters, nor is it as sharp and dangerous as the jumping-edged dagger, because the butcher knife has always looked like this, as if it can only be used to chop pork on the chopping board, chop those things that make people wonder. annoying pork bones

Yes, there seems to be only one way to use this kind of knife, and that is to "chop". It is as simple as Mou exerting enough force and smashing the blade against the thing closest to him.

So Old Joey liked this knife very much, so he used this knife to chop open the door of the Forgotten Sacrifice Hall, the Hong Bridge, the road from heaven to the world, and all the obstacles on the road. His annoying guy.

You may not believe it, but Old Joey was a poor "person". When he was alive, it was still the same after his death. The first time he felt happy was when he saw a guy holding a cigarette.

The guy looked very thin and decadent, with messy hair and a pair of thick dark circles under his eyes.

That day he stood on the shore of the sea of ​​blood, with the tide washing away his trousers. The man lazily put his pockets in his pockets and said to himself, "Do you want to escape from here?"

At that time, old Joey couldn't speak yet, so he could only follow his own will. He could only shake his head. The endless slavery made it impossible for him to have any idea of ​​"escape".

And the man smiled, and he threw the cigarette butt into the sea of ​​blood, and the firelight reflected the dome of heaven red.

In this way, he escaped with himself.

He took himself to a tavern and met a man who called himself "the bartender". He gave himself a body, a name, and a cute little pig.

Old Joey liked that pig very much, so he was very grateful to this guy.

Oh, by the way, this guy’s name is Ziliang.

Of course. It didn't take long for Old Joey to use his extremely "smart" brain to discover that this bastard named Ziliang didn't rescue him out of kindness at all. He just wanted to pull him into a pirate ship. .

But Old Joey Yi didn't care about this. After all, he felt that Ziliang was lazy, smoked, had a bad mouth, deserved a beating, had a bad personality, had a bad temper, was cunning, didn't like to clean the house, and always said he was stupid. Pretty good.

Therefore, Old Joey is happy to follow Ziliang through countless planes, looking for those scattered "sin fragments". At the same time, he is really just along the way, looking for some feed that can change the taste of his pigs.

Therefore, in order to find fodder...oh, no, for the solid friendship between Lao Joey and Ziliang, he took out the knife again at this moment.

I also hummed that song again out of habit

“My death is coming.

Buckets of blood splattered from my enemies, creating an ocean.

I must now cross this sea in a boat made of their bones.

My sail is their skin.

It is their last breath that blows the sails.

I will stare into this ocean and tell my story because I will eventually find mercy and forgiveness.

I await the order to kill me, I don't expect anything.

Until everything is lost.

Until death. "

Old Joey hummed and walked towards Arkham Asylum.

Only then did he realize that although this place was called a "madhouse", it was not a madhouse at all. Just like the place where he once stayed was called "paradise", but it was not a paradise.

There are towering city walls, huge searchlights, widespread power grids, dense towers, and huge iron gates as wide and thick as air raid shelters.

Since the expansion many years ago, it has become an airtight fortress.

In front of the giant iron gate, Old Joey scratched his bald head.

"Zizzi——" A burst of electricity sounded from the loudspeaker overhead: "Please show your ID."

The voice of the duty officer came. The surveillance system of Arkham Asylum was rotated 24 hours a day, so as soon as Old Joey walked to the door, he was captured by the camera. However, the duty officer did not realize what he was about to face. , he just asked lightly. After all, this man didn't have any weapons on him except the knife.

Therefore, the officer on duty was very surprised, what does this person do? What is he doing with a knife?

Of course he would be very strange. In fact, not far away, people hiding on the roadside were crowding around and looking here. They were also very strange, even Parker was very strange.

Tonight, only Old Joey knows what will happen. Of course, this is just a very easy thing for him, although this knife has only been matched with this world for three months and has only accumulated a tiny bit of power. , but it should be enough.

So, he easily raised the knife!

Chop it up!

No one knows how many things Old Joey has chopped, but this chop seems extremely natural, calm, skillful, and natural, as if Old Joey standing under the moonlight should chop something, so that... No one who saw this ridiculous scene had any sense of surprise.

Extremely fast. Extremely stable. The fat on Old Joey's shoulders swayed cutely with this chop. The knife chopped away a gust of night wind that blew by accidentally, chopped away a few rays of moonlight, and chopped several floors. On top of the huge iron gate.

There was a loud bang! But before the loud noise reached people's eardrums, an even bigger crack began to run from the blade. It spread crazily towards the upper and lower ends. The picture was as weird as an invisible pen, crazy and crazy. Draw a shocking false pattern on the steel.

However, this crack is not fake. It is extremely real. So as people's minds were buzzing with the sound of huge explosions coming from behind, the cracks began to be torn open, and an invisible force turned into an evil ghost for a moment, which had these claws with sharp tips. Reaching into the cracked gap, roaring, tearing.

The fragile steel couldn't withstand this kind of torture at all. It made a painful hissing sound and then cracked, taking with it the high walls on both sides. Affected by the remaining force, the steel bars and concrete collapsed in an instant, and then collapsed, like The building blocks stacked up by children were ruthlessly overthrown. The roar opened the night and smoke and dust flew everywhere.

In the sky full of collapse and dust

“Haha—old Joey is here!”