That's right...

The person in front of me was Yu Xiang pork shredded meat.

But now he is wearing dead makeup, his whole face is white and blue, and his face is fixed by metal wire in a circle. His eyebrows are shaved completely, and instead he is a dead eight-character eyebrows drawn with an eyebrow pencil.

Moreover, there are many wounds sewn with yarn, and dense thread tips seem to symbolize the technician who puts on his makeup, and his skills are really not very good.

He... he was wearing bright lipstick, but his lips were stuck to his glue, his eyes were open... but he kept rolling his eyes.

What's going on!? What's going on?!

Could it be that Yu Xiang’s pork shreds are really dead? Or is the person in front of you an illusion?

I am also afraid and afraid. In this kind of scenario, anyone else will be afraid.

I am completely blind now, and I can't tell whether Yu Xiang's pork shreds are alive or dead, or controlled by someone... He just stood in front of me so simply, without any extra movements or words. He waved the spirit banner in his hand, and his mouth that could not open and close was calling our names: "Zhao Qingyi! Fang Gucheng! When he walked, he was walking on the southwest road, and there was a big pit on both sides!"

"Well, the great god in my mind! Let's go!"

"Don't say anything, I'll cry a little man, and I'll send him off."

"Yu Rou, don't be too sad, they must have gone to the Western Paradise."

"Brother Yu Rou..."

The voices of the four people eating melons rang out, comforting Yu Xiang's pork shreds.

Yu Xiang's pork sliver seemed to be unable to hear their calls, and continued to wave the spirit banner in his hand in vain, crying at the top of his lungs: "Brother! Go away! Wherever you go! Tell me if you are short of money! I'll burn with you! We're not short of money!"

"You burn your uncle!"

I couldn't stand the sad scene in front of me, and I was so angry that I stepped forward and kicked the dead man's belly with Yu Xiangliu.

But……

The feet did feel like they touched the physical body. This kick directly put Yu Xiang’s pork ribbed belly against him and hung it on his stomach. He couldn’t pull it out, and he was immediately embarrassed.

"Fatty, come and help me!"

I felt that Yu Xiang's muscles were getting tighter and tighter, as if I wanted to cut off my calves, so I quickly shouted that Fatty Fang came over to help.

"oh oh……"

Fatty Fang wiped the scared tears, got up and supported my waist. He asked me to use the force to pull my feet out of Yuxiang pork shredded belly.

"Brother...got go..."

Yu Xiang's flesh-spreading belly was still crying with tears in her tears, as if the wound did not give him any pain.

Bad food... definitely bad food...

"Brother, is this a human or a ghost?"

Although Fatty Fang is a man of Yang Xiezi, he has been with me since he was a child, but he has not had any Taoist practice at all. He stared at Yu Xiang's flesh-spreading and a brain-breaking fragment, and he was a little confused, and he was a little stupid and couldn't figure out the routine.

"You are blind... your stomach is so fucked! Can you still be a human being?!"

I was so upset that I said something bad, then bent down and touched my trouser legs that were stained with some unknown liquid.

After sniffing his fingertips to his nose, he frowned, and was not smoked by the smell: "This is a doll that was squeezed out by mixing pig blood and pig bones into the dog's skin!"

The doll is easy to explain. The small ones are similar to the scarecrow who is used to prick and curse, and stick to the birth date of the enemy. The big ones are the stand-in paper people who are used to clear their fate or turn over their fortunes or childhood virgins at funerals.

Ordinary ones also include dolls for home decoration.

So dolls are very common and use a lot. But I dare say that most dolls are not used to do serious things.

Usually, the effect is either cursing or casting spells to harm others. Besides, the luck is really so good? Everyone has a fate when they are born and are lucky through evil ways. In the future, other bad things will naturally be compensated for.

The doll in front of me is probably one of the substitute dolls. It can be called a blood-skinned doll, and its appearance is probably the same as that of a living person. Their biggest feature is that the seams and threads left on the surface of the body are their biggest features.

The process of making the blood-skin puppet is similar to that of the human skin puppet. The overall material is dog skin, a large amount of pork and a small amount of pig blood as flesh, and pig bones are used as the core skeleton of the doll, and amulets with birth dates and eight characters are worn on their necks, evolving a breath that looks like a living person, thus further becoming more like a human.

Of course, the use of the Blood-Skin Doll is a different matter.

It is not used to curse and harm others, but it has no effect of harming others. Instead, it is used to sell it to those who have lost their close relatives and act as an object to entrusting their feelings when they miss it. Therefore, this is a product created under a special pathological mood, and it is not too evil.

The problem that I am most confused about comes from this. Since someone is determined to break me, why did he make a blood-skinned doll? It was obviously an extravagant action!

Could it be that the caster behind the scenes wants to use a move to kill someone and kill him?!

I thought of this key problem and suddenly realized that the caster behind the scenes knew our internal situation well and was even prepared for it. Otherwise, it would be impossible to create seven blood-skinned dolls in a short period of time and behave like a decent person.

There is still a problem before us.

The old sister's flesh and blood doll was kneeling in front of the brazier and burning paper. Next to her was Fatty Fang's cheap wife, who was as dark as a flower.

If the caster behind the scenes really knows the emotional relationship... then he will inevitably make trouble with these two girls.

It is impossible to leave.

The other party easily restrained Fatty Fang and I and I from moving forward and escaped.

what to do?!

If you don’t watch it, what if it really causes my sister to have other risks? If you look at it, I feel that one percent of the killer behind the scenes is hidden in one of the two girls.

"Brother, let's go, or not?!"

Fatty Fang saw that I never gave him an accurate answer, and he stared at his wife's back, and his mind was in peace for a moment.

"I won't leave..."

Slowly speaking these three words of determination, I put Guan Dao on the ground. Since I have lost the Yinqi breath given by the system, this Guan Gong Dao does not have the blessing of Yinqi breath, so it is better for me to use my own real skills.

I moved my muscles and bones all over my body, bypassed the flesh-cutted Yu Xiang's flesh cut, remembered the light of the red light at this time, saw the back of the old lady in front of me, and walked straight over.

"Why do you always leave me alone??"

The old sister thrust and said she felt wronged, as if she was present: "My parents are gone... You are the only one left... I really don't want to be rich or noble... It's good that we live a peaceful life... Even if we accompany you to eat steamed buns and eat grains every day, it's better than anything else... But you don't admit defeat... You really don't admit defeat!"

"When we were wandering on the streets, you said you would not be a beggar if you starve to death. You would ask others for money with your job. That would be what the most incompetent person would do."

"You don't want to work down-to-earth, and you don't allow me to go. Your awkward face and the dignity of rebellious adolescence will make us starve to death."

"Then you set up a fortune telling stall on the pedestrian street... It was sun and rainy, and you had to be carried away by the urban management all day long. If you were caught, you had to go to the bureau for education... You earn less than twenty yuan a day, so we can barely survive."

"Your heart is higher than the sky, your life is thinner than paper."

"You are in a cheap rental house, just hold my hand and tell me. Good days will come soon, and we will be very rich."

"You are still asking me, do I hate you."

"Of course I hate you. I have always hated you... but I love you too. Apart from me, who else in the world can understand your grievances?"

"You have been bullied by children since you were young, and when you grow up, you are ridiculed by neighbors and are unable to fight back and fight against each other when you are old."

"You never say this...you just bite your teeth and swallow it into your stomach, pointing at the sun and saying that you will definitely succeed in the future..."

"It's because I'm not good... it's because I didn't realize that your thoughts were already deformed... You are too eager to have money, you are too eager for someone to look at you in the eye."

"The way is getting worse and worse. If it weren't for a godfather, if we didn't jump off the building and commit suicide, if we didn't commit suicide by sucking gas, or... Fortunately, we had a godfather!"

"But since your godmother died, you have changed back to your old appearance."

"I know you treat your godfather as your biological father, and you treat your godmother as your biological mother."

"I also know that you think that your godfather and godmother will become what you are now because you recognize you as your son and your relative."

"You think that all your relatives in the world will be killed by you. You mourn yourself and give up on yourself. You protect yourself like an unbreakable castle."

"You never know how sad I was on the night you died... I also wanted to go with you... Really, I just thought that when you were finished with your funeral, I would go with you... Fortunately, you came back to life... You seemed to have changed after you came back."

"But...you're dead again this time..."
Chapter completed!