The Death Knell

"Tick, tick..."

When Death Knell began to grill and finish, there was a little rain on his head, because he was roasting meat under the tree, and the little black panthers lying on the tree were all drooling, dripping on Death Knell's body or at his feet.

"You were all kings of Wakanda in the past. Don't talk about brocade clothes and jade food every day. At least you must eat well. Why are you still staring at the roasted hump?" Su Ming was bored waiting for the leopard **** to smell the smell and go home. Just chatted with the reincarnated souls: "This is for your gods, not for you to eat, go, go, don't disturb my barbecue."

Strictly speaking, the leopard **** detains the souls of the dead and transforms them into leopards to gain immortality here, which is actually out of order, because they should belong to the lady of death, whether they go to **** to suffer or go directly to reincarnation, all belong to the woman. Tube.

But as I said before, this aspect is more of a state where the people don't hold the government, and death rarely pays attention to these things.

Like the Hall of Valor created by Odin, temporarily deducting so many heroic spirits to prepare for Ragnarok is another matter. That is his deal with death, so I won't mention it.

In short, thinking about it carefully, it seems that the existence of a better mix can deduct something from the path of the soul cycle.

Turn the iron drill in your hand to make the hump spin, and at the same time strangle the top with seasoning evenly, watching the fat gradually turn brown on the flame, it really smells good.

"We know, let's see, suck!"

A black leopard said so, but the saliva dripped uncontrollably on Deathstroke's shoulder.

The ghost knows who he is. All the reincarnated black panthers look the same, which is probably the ancestor of T'Challa. It's really not because of racism.

"I soaked in the hot spring last night. I was clean, so you don't need to shower me."

Su Ming was a little helpless. He took out dozens of cans of Spam luncheon meat from his pocket and asked Strangler to open it and give each of these big cats a can:

"These are for you to eat. Really, T'Challa is too outrageous. He won't burn anything for you during the festivals? What about the most popular ancestor worship in Africa?"

"Thank you, Supreme Mage, you are such a good person." Leopard took the luncheon meat. Although it was obviously not as attractive as catnip, it was good to eat it: "What do you mean by burning something?"

"It's a kind of sacrificial ceremony." Death Knell shrugged, and sprinkled some sea salt on the hump with his elbow: "There is such a custom in the Celestial Dynasty, that the living people give some good things to the dead ancestors."

The leopards looked at each other, and the cats were full of puzzles. They couldn't understand how the gap between the yin and yang worlds was so easily opened up, let alone the transmission of matter.

Obviously, although the Leopard God kept them, he didn't tell them too much. It felt a bit like keeping pets.

Thinking about it this way, a big cat is a pet, is it the same as the concept of a human being a pet? They all keep the same kind as pets.

It sounds a bit perverted.

"Ah, the eastern culture is really extensive and profound, I am envious." The leopard eating lunch meat raised his head and licked his lips: "When I was alive, Wakanda was not as developed as it is today, and our history is still too much compared to the East. short."

"How many years ago was that?" Su Ming took the hump off the grill, pulled the fire a few times with the Godslayer, and put the meat back.

"Living here, the perception of time in the outside world is not obvious, but I think it should be seven or eight hundred years, right?" Leopard scratched his head, he was obviously recalling something, but obviously his memory was not very good, and he even forgot how old he was. .

"Ha, you are the warrior Ashcha, the one with the longest lifespan among the kings of all dynasties." Death Knell looked at the leopard in surprise, and gave him a few ham sausages: "You participated in the 'Seven Kingdoms of Heaven's competition held in Kunlun'. Assembly', and you should know my teacher, Gu Yi."

The black cat eating canned food smiled and shook its beard: "I know Master Gu Yi, but I've been dead for so long, and you actually know my name? It's really amazing for your age."

Death Knell just smiled and gave the standard answer: "Because I am the Supreme Mage."

In fact, it is not because of this, but because of the death knell who came to Wakanda to dig heart-shaped grass.

The cave where the herbs are grown is the place of worship in Wakanda, where the urns of the chiefs or kings of all dynasties are placed, and the murals that record the story also contain the genealogy of the Black Panther family.

As soon as I recall the time, there is a topic to talk about.

Just as I was about to chat a few more words with this 'acquaintance leopard', a cloud of smoke suddenly appeared at the end of my line of sight, that is, on the horizon, and it seemed that something was rushing towards this side.

"Huh."

Strangulation means that the taste is not right, it is not the leopard god, the one who ran here brought a strong wind, and it smelled a bit fishy.

In such a short moment of neural communication, the visitor had already arrived in front of him, revealing his true face in the dust. It was a huge white tiger with a white mane similar to that of a lion.

Compared to the relaxed expression that the Leopard God always looked like with a smile, it looked a lot more bitter and hated, its face was hideous and covered with scars, and its eyes were like big green light bulbs.

"Oh, isn't this Tiger God? You don't usually sleep in your cave, why did you visit the Leopard God's place today?"

Tiger God is notoriously tyrannical in temperament, comparable to manic patients in humans, but Su Ming is not afraid of it, after all, this is also a big cat, and it is quite cute if you look closely.

"It turned out to be the little Supreme Master, what are you roasting?" Tiger God sucked in his **** nose. The moist nose reflected the light of the bonfire. It should also be attracted by the smell of catnip.

Although the cat's sense of smell is not as strong as that of dogs and pigs, it is also not weak, not to mention the extraordinary existence of tiger gods.

"Roast camel humps, my cousin got married yesterday, and my woman brought tens of thousands of camels roasted to entertain guests. As a result, almost no one eats these things on the table. I can only take them out to see my old man. Do you want my friend Leopard God, by the way, did you see where he went?"

"Oh~www.NovelMTL.com~ He should be going to Lion Sim..."

Tiger God stared at the barbecue to answer Death Knell's question, looking like a greedy cat who kept licking his lips, but before he could finish his words, Death Knell, who came to his side instantly, covered his mouth.

The Supreme Mage shook his head again and again, and warned solemnly:

"I don't want to say the name of the lion, old iron, and the wild boar, and the mongoose or the caracal? Anyway, don't mention their names."

The white tiger nodded, and it scratched the word "king" on its forehead a little suspiciously, but still decided not to talk about that topic. It stretched out its huge claws and popped a sharp nail to poke at the barbecue on the bonfire:

"Since the leopard is not at home, can you give me a taste of this?"

"Of course, you are also my old acquaintance, although you have only dealt with it once... But you can't eat barbecue for free. You have to give me some news. Let's talk about conditions."

While saying this, Death Knell took off the huge hump that dripped oil from the fire, and held the sign with one hand, like holding a sword under the big cat's nose.