"What do you do?"

As soon as Wei Changfeng walked over, he began to fiddle with the limp corpse.

The corners of Qi Hao's eyes twitched, and he asked with disgust.

Because the distance was a bit far, Xu Xia and Wei Changfeng also lowered their voices, and the other few people did not hear the communication between the two.

It was very incomprehensible to Wei Changfeng's current behavior.

Wei Changfeng raised his head, grinned, revealing the white teeth inside, and replied seriously, "Do something bad." ”

your bad deeds -

Qi Hao almost didn't burst into foul language.

Song Ahe walked over, grabbed the chin of the corpse, and made a mistake up and down, and unloaded it.

Wei Changfeng's hand trembled, and his eyes changed slightly when he saw Song Ahe.

Then he covered it up and laughed, "My little brother is very smart!" ”

Song Ahe looked at him expressionlessly, "I'm not a little brother. ”

Even if it's just Xu Xia's-

Wei Changfeng touched his nose in embarrassment, and then reacted that this was the hand that had fiddled with the corpse.

Suddenly, there was a tumbling stomach in the stomach.

I threw up while running.

Song Ahe didn't look at him much, and unfolded the technique of "Cooking" by himself, separating all the muscles and bones of that person.

Finally, he pulled out a dagger and disemboweled.

Wei Changfeng finally vomited, but in the face of such a murderous scene, he couldn't help it again and continued to vomit.

As for the others, their faces were faintly pale.

Except for the thoughtful Xu Xia.

"Found the core circle?" She walked over like a human being and put her hand on Song Ahe's shoulder.

Song Ahe's body stiffened, but there was uncontrollable joy in his eyes.

Nodding his head again and again.

Hand movements speed up.

If the previous slowness was the embodiment of the beauty of art, now the dazzle after speeding up is a real visual feast.

Hand up and knife down.

The heart, lungs, liver, and other internal organs are neatly laid out.

On his hand was a silver sheet of metal, inscribed with repeated circles, and countless invisible threads connected to the edges.

In order not to break, Song Ahe didn't lift it too high, which happened to be a position that Xu Xia could clearly see.

The hand is steady, not shaking at all.

Xu Xia's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Song Ah and the eyes that begged for praise.

Hooked the corners of his lips and rubbed his head with a smile, "Our little bun is amazing!" ”

This skill, she boasts that she is very talented, and the actual operation is nothing more than that, this little bun is simply a tyrannical thing without a scalpel!

Song Ahe squinted his eyes pleasantly, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Refine yourself, these alchemists! It is said that they are all light-hearted. ”

Wei Changfeng walked over with vague steps, forcibly holding back his nausea, and his eyes avoided the puddle on the ground.

Xu Xia snorted, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said slowly: "Shen Cang and I saw a corpse full of poison before, looking like a bounty hunter. ”

Wei Changfeng turned his head abruptly and looked at Xu Xia, his expression did not seem to be fake at all.

"What about the corpses?"

The tone was a little eager.

Xu Xia said lightly: "It's burned." ”

Wei Changfeng's brain exploded with fireworks.

"Burned ......" couldn't cry or laugh.

Xu Xia nodded, "If you don't burn it, you still keep the dumplings for the New Year?" ”

The corners of Wei Changfeng's mouth twitched, it was he who underestimated the psychological endurance of the person in front of him.

"Forget it, burn it, burn it! so as not to harm anyone. "Sighed.

Look at the other corpses.

"I've got a mouthful." Han Panpan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

Wei Changfeng frowned, and went over to probe his nose one by one.

Shaking his head, "It's all dead." ”

"It's long gone." Yang Luoyu walked out with an obscure gaze, and his tone was erratic.

Xu Xia glanced at her and confirmed this statement, "It is true that he has died a long time ago." ”

I smiled secretly in my heart, they are all young and frivolous and not afraid of things, and this person probably doesn't want to stay out of the matter.

As if seeing Xu Xia's thoughts, Yang Luoyu's eyes were calm, and he said, "There is a unity in the hunter's code. ”

Alone or something, it should never be the idea of a good hunter.

Xu Xia nodded.

Yang Luoyu pulled out his dagger, and Xu Xia found that this dagger was different from normal, not so much a dagger, it was more accurate to call it a scalpel.

It's not surprising that these people are already dead.

"You studied forensics?"

Yang Luoyu shook his head, "I'm more interested in anatomy, and I've read related books." ”

"Autopsy?" Xu Xia asked.

Yang Luoyu paused, but did not answer.

She prefers to do it directly rather than verbally.

Xu Xia watched her movements, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Although the movements are neat, it can still be seen that it is green, and there are occasionally some irrelevant deviations.

I guess it's the first time I've operated it on a real person!

What an interest!

But there was no lack of effort.

The cuffs suddenly moved.

Xu Xia looked over, it was Song Ahe.

Xiao Baozi's face was a little lost, and there were still tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

Song Ahe pursed his mouth, "Is that bad guy that important?" ”

When it is important, you have to take risks for him.

He wanted to ask this sentence for a long time, but he held it for a long time, and now he finally can't hold it back.

Xu Xia was stunned for a moment, and then he was stunned, "We are classmates!" "How can you just leave it alone.

"You obviously hate him!" Song Ahe bit his lip, a few drops of blood overflowed, and his eyes were watery.

It's very aggrieved to look at.

Xu Xia sighed and pinched his face, "Little bun, many things can't be measured by simple likes and dislikes. ”

The world is never black and white, and the same is true for how people get along with each other.

Hating someone is not a necessary condition for abandonment.

Song Ahe turned around and ignored Xu Xia anymore, his shoulders twitched, obviously crying.

Xu Xia was a little helpless, but he still made up his mind and didn't coax him as before.

Maybe Shen Cang was right, Song Ahe's dependence on her had gone beyond the boundaries and couldn't be let go.

No one should be attached to anyone.

It is impossible for him to protect Song Ahe for the rest of his life.

And Song Ahe, who didn't wait for comfort for a long time, also stopped crying, his reddened eyes were extremely enchanting, and the fingers of his right hand kept rubbing against each other.

The corners of his lips were torn apart, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

There was a pool of darkness in his eyes, so rich that he couldn't melt away.

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The purple mist and the black water are constantly entangled, eroding each other.

Fine beads of sweat on Shen Cang's forehead kept pouring out.

He struggled to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

There was a heat and a cold in the back.

The torture of ice and fire made him exhausted.

Breathing became cloudy.

The rise and fall of the chest is also becoming more and more pronounced.

His face turned red.

Suddenly, purple and black light and shadow shrouded in, gradually weaving into a light cocoon, enveloping Shen Cang.

Shen Cang's body began to twitch.

From the outside, it is the constant deformation of the big cocoon, suddenly expanding somewhere, and suddenly tightening somewhere.

"Ahh

Tearing cries.

Shen Cang finally opened his eyes, and his eyes were red.

(To be continued)