He only focused on observing these drunkards and did not pay attention to the wine glass in front of him.

In fact, many people are like this. They forget that what is closest to them is the most important.

There is a cherry-sized transparent sphere in the wine, suspended inside, drifting with the current.

If you look through the light, you can see a faint trace of blood inside.

If you take this blood streak into Dr. Golf's microscope, you can look at it more carefully.

The bloodshot eyes looked like an insect curled up into a ball.

"Boss Lockerbie, why does the wine smell like blood?" someone whispered.

Lockerbie was shocked, "Maybe I took too much medicine!"

"Maybe the iron hoop of the wine barrel is rusty," someone helped explain.

As a large glass of strong wine was consumed, the young people in the tavern became more and more excited and excited.

After hearing people's comments, Lockerbie smelled the wine barrel and found that it did smell of blood.

Lockerbie added some medicinal powder to the barrel of wine.

The name of the medicinal powder is [Happy Work]

This was the first time since leaving the colony that he had added this powder to his wine.

He himself had never drunk this kind of medicinal powder and thought it had this kind of taste.

This was a medicine commonly used on colonial farms, derived from the powdered fruit of a plant.

Adding a small amount of the powder to slaves' meals will make them work tirelessly.

He had long wanted to try adding powder to these bad wines, but it was not until last night that the goods arrived.

Using a small amount of this powder can greatly improve slaves' work efficiency.

If added in large numbers, it can greatly increase the violent tendencies of slaves.

"Well, remember to add less next time, or add some juice."

Lockerbie looked at these increasingly restless guys with a smile, and little Lockerbie walked up to him.

He whispered to his father: "Dad, someone is looking for you."

"who?"

"Come from the Queen City"

"Oh, where is it?"

"I'll arrange for them to wait for you in the backyard living room."

Lockerbie said to his son: "I will go to the back to meet the guests, you greet the guests here."

Little Lockerbie watched his father walk out of the small door at the back and carefully closed the door tightly.

Seeing a glass full of wine in front of him, he picked up the glass and drank all the wine in one gulp.

The empty wine glass returned to the counter, and the transparent ball inside had also disappeared.

Although Lockerbie ran a pub, he strictly prohibited his son from drinking.

Little Lockerbie had to drink secretly.

Lockerbie walked out of the back door of the pub and into the backyard.

He saw the three people waiting in the living room and closed the door.

"It turns out to be Lieutenant Candy. The last time we met was at Crown Island."

"He's a captain now," Poison said at the side.

"Really, congratulations to Captain Candy"

"I heard that you have gathered a lot of people. Are they reliable?"

"Of course it's reliable. They hate the Baron so much that they just need to be given weapons..."

Miss Candy stretched out her hand to interrupt Lockerbie: "It's not the time yet, we'll talk about these things later."

"Yes, yes, I understand"

Lockerbie answered respectfully, but he didn't think so.

"If those damn compromisers hadn't interfered with this, all the nobles would have been hanged long ago!"

In the tavern, a drunkard looked at his friend across from him: "Why are the blood vessels on your face swollen?"

"You are still talking about me, why don't you look at yourself, look at your face, neck and arms, the blood vessels seem to be about to jump out!"

"What the hell is going on!"

In the dirty toilet behind the tavern, an alcoholic was standing in front of a mirror and looking at his face.

At first he felt itchy on his face, so he walked to the mirror and saw at a glance that several blood vessels on his face were bulging.

He reached out to touch the blood vessels, but more blood vessels popped out.

These blood vessels are like living earthworms, squirming and jumping, and swell and grow as time goes by.

"I just started drinking today!" The alcoholic is very confident in his ability to drink.

"My head hurts so much!" He held his head with both hands and groaned in pain.

The pain is not limited to the head, but every inch of skin, every blood vessel, and every organ in the body is in unbearable pain.

"Bang" his head suddenly exploded, like someone smashing a watermelon with a stick.

The matter didn't stop there, his neck, chest, and even lower abdomen burst open everywhere.

"Bang, bang"

Almost at the same time, almost everyone in the drunkards, every part of their bodies exploded.

Only little Lockerbie did not suffer the same thing. He did not know what happened to these people.

But the situation before him strongly impacted his brain.

“Ah——” A series of screams came out of his mouth, similar to a woman’s scream after her toes were stepped on, and she rolled her eyes and fainted!

Little Lockerbie's limp body slid under the counter like a dead fish.

Lockerbie and Candy, who were talking in the living room, stopped talking.

"Did you hear anything, Lockerbie?"

"There are often hunter activities over the hills."

"If this is the sound of gunshots, a large group of prey must have appeared." Bu Jiabing is the gunsmith and sniper among the three.

"Let's continue introducing us to the situation in the castle," Candy said to Lockerbie.

Xie Sheng held a thick book in his hand. The name of the book was [Alien Encyclopedia]

As the name suggests, it records precise information on various monsters.

This is one of his treasures, carefully placed in a certain layer of the suitcase.

Xie Sheng wanted to know what the monster was that morning.

After flipping through the pages of the cartoon, he finally saw a familiar face.

Skinner:

It is said that a certain demon king minced the souls of monkeys and dogs and added devil's tears to create the monster.

The Skinned Demon has a face that is a mixture of monkey and dog, and possesses the cunning of a monkey and the ferocity of a dog.

The most effective method known to kill a Skinflayer outright is to burn it in fire.

Only one female will appear for every thousand skinners.

It is said that the Great Demon King was a little short of money at the time.

When making the peeling demon, in order to save money, the most advanced filter paper in hell was not used.

As a result, the souls of several unknown creatures were mixed into the mixture of monkey and dog souls.

Therefore, the skinner also inherits some of the characteristics of those creatures.

For example: the reproduction of skinned devils is completely completed by females alone, and females can lay eggs and reproduce when they are young.

Male and female skinners can lay eggs once a year, with one to three eggs each time.

It will store the eggs in its own body and plant them in the body of the parasitized person at the right opportunity.

The poison glands in its mouth can secrete two kinds of toxins, one of which has the effect of devil's tears.

Entering the body or wound of any creature will produce a violent and terrifying reaction.

To understand the situation, you can try to use a sledgehammer to smash a pig urine bubble filled with plasma.

There is also a milder toxin that can quickly dissolve body tissues except biological skin, leaving only the skin they need.

Only its kind or higher level demons are immune to its poison.

In addition, organisms that have its young animals in their bodies can also produce anti-toxic substances.

This is also the origin of the name of the Skinner.

"Organisms that have their young inside of them can also produce anti-venom!"

Xie Sheng put away the book and carefully put it back in the box.
Chapter completed!