In the underground space where the sewers were full of corpses, the master walked around the corner with his hands behind his back with great interest, and he would stop for a moment under each corpse, smiling and shaking his head, his mouth slugging at a sound that he didn't know what he was sighing.

Wang Guixiang had been tied to the bed in the middle of the room, and the woman sat on the side and looked at the master with a smile, gently holding the honest civet cat in her arms with one hand.

Dean Wang cautiously walked behind the master, and the two of them looked exactly like their superiors had come down to inspect the work.

After a while, the master stopped, he turned to look at Dean Wang, and asked with a strange smile on his face

"You have a unique hobby?"

Dean Wang endured the pain and followed such a circle, his back was already soaked, and when he heard the master talking to him, he quickly shook his head and explained

"No, no, I just. ”

Before he finished speaking, the master interrupted Dean Wang's words with an impatient wave of his hand

"Kill all the kills, so much. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the middle of the room, sat next to the woman holding the cat, stretched out his hand to hold the woman's head in his arms, he pointed to Wang Guixiang on the bed, and instructed Dean Wang, who was still standing in a daze

"Let's get started. ”

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"Huh?" Dean Wang came back to his senses and asked with some confusion

"Master, what to start?"

"Heh, kill this last one!" the master gently stroked the woman's hair, but muttered impatiently

"Is it possible to start your show?"

"Yes, yes, I'll start here. Dean Wang nodded hurriedly and trotted to the bed, he looked at Wang Guixiang lying on the bed, rubbed his hands, and Dean Wang's face actually had a trace of shame.

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, the woman lying in the master's arms couldn't help but be curious

"What's the matter, are you still shy?"

Dean Wang was also seeing this woman for the first time, but just looking at her intimate movements with the master, he knew that he had to be respectful in front of this woman. With a bow, Dean Wang's eyes rolled and he spoke

"Hello Madam, I'll start here. ”

Qingyu and Mei'er had been standing aside and watching quietly, and when they saw him looking like a slave, they couldn't help but pout. The woman froze for a moment, then giggled.

She smiled in the master's arms, and the room was filled with a string of laughter as crisp as silver bells. The master gently smoothed the hair around her ears and looked at her tenderly.

The "master" woman laughed for a while, stretched out her hand and touched the master's chin, and said coquettishly

"I like the title Madame. ”

"I like it too. Mei'er lay on Qingyu's ear and said shyly. The herring fish rubbed her head and responded with a smile, "If you like it, it's fine."

But a trace of coldness flashed on the master's face, and he didn't answer the woman's words, but looked at Dean Wang coldly and asked

"Not to start yet?"

The laughter was gone, and the woman fell silent, and she arched in the master's arms, with a lonely look on her face.

"I'll start here. Feeling that the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, Dean Wang shivered, he quickly took out the notebook rolled in his pocket, dipped it and turned to Wang Guixiang's page, and then took out a pen and crossed it on it.

"Who are you?" the master was stunned for a moment when he saw his action, and asked curiously

"Ritual?"

"Hey, I'm used to it, wait, I'll start right away. Dean Wang explained in a loud voice and stuffed the notebook back into his pocket.

From the moment he picked up the scalpel, Qingyu was surprised to find that Dean Wang's entire temperament had changed.

He used to look submissive, but now he seems to have returned to his most professional field, and his face is full of confidence.

Under the bright yellow light, Dean Wang's face actually had a hint of piety. Wang Guixiang was different from the person she saw last time, she was sedated at the moment, and she lay quietly on the bed and fell asleep silently.

Dean Wang gently touched her head, gently put the scalpel on her scalp, and with a slow stroke, a few strands of long hair were cut off by Qi Root.

There was silence in the underground space, and there was a slight rustle of long hair running down the foot of the bed and landing on the plastic electronics on the ground. Then there was a second sound, a third sound. Wang Guixiang's long hair was shaved clean after a while.

The master watched Dean Wang's movements, he frowned and was about to speak, but the woman in his arms gently tugged at his collar and made a gesture of hissing. The master looked down, smiled and rubbed her head.

After shaving her hair, Dean Wang smeared her with the same shine as last time, and then threw the scalpel aside.

Qingyu patiently watched him finish all this, he couldn't stop everything in the illusion, he could only secretly pray that Dean Wang would end all this as soon as possible, Wang Guixiang would walk in a deep sleep like this, and the pain would be less.

But after Dean Wang put down the scalpel, he picked up a needle, he took out a small white medicine bottle in the cabinet next to the wall, drew some medicine, and injected Wang Guixiang's arm.

Qingyu and Mei'er glanced at each other, why is this routine different from last time? Could it be that she is afraid that she will wake up, and she is injected with anesthetics? Dean Wang completely entered his own state at this moment, he threw the needle to the ground, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it, raised his head to look at the lampshade above, and spit out a few wisps of pale cyan smoke with an intoxicated face.

A faint green smoke slowly rose and spread around the lampshade, dissipating after a while. After he took a few puffs of cigarettes, Wang Guixiang on the bed suddenly trembled all over his body, and actually woke up.

"Wake up?" Dean Wang patted her face and smiled softly

"Do you still know me?"

Wang Guixiang opened her eyes in a daze, she had just woken up and didn't know what was going on around her. It took a slight roll of her eyes for she to see where she was, and then her eyes widened and she screamed

"Ahh

She struggled hard, the bed board was tossed by her, but her whole body was tied with a belt, how could she struggle?

Dean Wang leaned his face closer, quietly looking at the frightened look on Wang Guixiang's face, her howl that made the herring fish feel harsh, Dean Wang didn't care at all when he heard it in his ears.

Wang Guixiang and Dean Wang looked at each other for a while, her eyes widened wider and wider, and the sound of shouting gradually became heard, she no longer struggled, but her body trembled more and more.

"Look at me. Dean Wang pointed to his face with a smile and said softly

"I spit out that phlegm last time, I spit it out here, remember?"

He spoke in a tone as if he was talking to his lover gently, but the look on his face was pitch black under the lamp, and he looked a little hideous.

Wang Guixiang looked at Dean Wang with wide eyes, and she spit out a mouthful of phlegm on Lao Wang's nose, and then laughed miserably

"Neuropathy, hahahaha, neurosis! The biggest neuropathy in this hospital is actually the director, hahaha... Hmm"

She smiled and smiled, the master frowned, and tapped lightly with his finger in the air, and Wang Guixiang was silent.

Qingyu was like watching a TV series without sound, he watched Wang Guixiang grow in horror and shouted with his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

Dean Wang didn't notice the master's movements, he wiped his face slowly, looked at Wang Guixiang and smiled, then turned around and walked towards the corner. Pulling open the secret door on the wall, Dean Wang entered, and after a while, he walked out with a small white bucket in his hand.

Qingyu squatted down and took a look, the label on the bucket was a little dirty and couldn't be seen clearly, but the two big words hydrochloric acid were clear. This kind of thing is used to clean toilets in many units, but what is this bald head going to do with it?

"What is he going to do?" Mei'er also saw these two words clearly, and as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of a possibility.

Qingyu also thought of it, and the two of them glanced at each other, their eyes full of shock.

Dean Wang hummed a little song, slowly put the bucket on the edge of the bed, he picked up an expander and stuffed it into Wang Guixiang's mouth, and then turned the expander to the maximum.

Wang Guixia's mandible slowly opened as the expander slowly opened, making a crisp gurgling sound, and she shook her head in pain and tried to struggle, but her head was tightly pressed by Dean Wang.

With a click, Wang Guixiang's mandible was broken, her eyes widened violently, and then she passed out.

Dean Wang frowned, he picked up the needle and injected the remaining liquid into Wang Guixiang. Qingyu now understands that the liquid he injected seems to be a medicine that can keep people awake, and not long after injecting it, Wang Guixiang opened his eyes.

"A lot of phlegm, that's a bad throat" Dean Wang shook his head with a smile, he opened the lid of the keg, and a pungent smell instantly spread through the hut.

"Huh. The woman in the master's arms pinched her nose in disgust, turned over and burrowed her face into the master's arms. The master frowned, and with a wave of his hand, a transparent enchantment appeared around him, and the pungent smell of hydrochloric acid was stopped outside the enchantment.

"I have a bad throat, I have to be cured. Dean Wang sighed, gently lifted the bucket to Wang Guixiang's mouth, he looked at the frightened woman on the bed, smiled softly, and then poured the liquid in the bucket into her mouth!

As soon as the pale yellow high-concentration hydrochloric acid was poured into Wang Guixiang's mouth, a faint white smoke suddenly appeared, her eyes were instantly bloodshot, staring to the greatest extent, the muscles on her body suddenly contracted tightly, as the hydrochloric acid in the bucket continued to decrease, Wang Guixiang's mouth kept foaming blood, mixed with some yellow and white foam and black and red blood, and after the corner of her mouth overflowed, it flowed down her neck to the ground.

The spilled hydrochloric acid passed through the skin, and it was also corroded and sloppy.

Wang Guixiang's eyes were about to protrude, and after a while, she lost her lustre, and her tense muscles instantly relaxed.

Putting down the bucket, Dean Wang threw away the gloves in his hand, his face full of drunkenness of enjoyment.