In the corner of the gloomy cell, there was nothing but a cold corpse.

"Under ...... Dull. ”

Wang Zimo glanced at the corpse and stood with his hands down.

"You can't think of it, or don't you want to think about it?"

"Did I say that today's covenant is an exchange for your most precious things?"

Jiang Xiaohua pushed with his onion white fingers, and the umbrella leaning on the shoulder of Xiangfen whirred and turned, and the mouse on the umbrella was blood-red and blood-red, running endlessly with the rotation.

The rat ran faster and faster, as if chasing after it, devouring the elephant bite by bite.

Wang Zimo was stunned, shook his head, came to his senses, and nodded.

"You have nothing but that skin, so, you get it?"

"Can the girl say that...... A little more detailed? ”

"I don't like the splashed ink and cold plum on this umbrella, I want to change the umbrella skin and draw an interesting one according to my own heart."

Jiang Xiaoli is not bored, such skin, it is always good to have more.

"Look." As she spoke, she handed out the umbrella and sent it to Wang Zimo's eyes.

Wang Zimo craned his neck and leaned closer to take a look, his face was frightened, and he staggered back.

"That's—that's—human skin!"

Jiang Xiaoli nodded.

"Yes, in this world, only this newly dead and unrotted human skin can withstand the scorching brilliance of the sun and the moon."

"But you can't just peel it and take it away, you need my willing consent to be useful."

"What's more, you can't get out without an umbrella."

She squinted, "So, do you do it or—"

Wang Zi instantly stood on the spot!

"This ...... I, Wang Zimo, am a second-class member of Tang and Tang Dynasty, how can I make such a ...... Peel off the ...... with your own hands Self-......"

He looked around the dimly lit cell, and when he stayed in this ghost place, there was no day or night, and it was so muddy that it drove people crazy.

"It must be you, could it be me? If you don't do it, then I'll go! ”

"Besides, one for two, you won't lose!" Jiang Xiaohua's voice was rubbed into temptation, and this temptation drilled into Wang Zimo's eardrums.

He was still swaying just now, and he turned his heart sideways, and spit out a word in a hoarse voice: "Okay"

As a result, in the extremely quiet cell, only the "clatter" sound of a knife cutting meat was heard.

Wang Zimo squatted on the ground and bowed his back, and the cell was drowsy, looking like an unrecognizable beast.

His eyes were blood-red, and his face was distorted to peel and cramp the other beast, maybe the next step was to chop it quickly.

A soft sigh.

This sigh was like a mockery, cutting off the movement of Wang Zimo's hand, and for a moment, he stared at the puddle of flesh and blood in front of him in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking? After a while, he continued to cut with his hands and feet.

"Why do you care so much about the afterlife, isn't it good to live now?"

Jiang Xiaohua's voice seemed to be full of infinite doubts, she was a person who only lived in the moment.

"Also, you are a worm in the palace, but the capital is also a dragon, if it weren't for the fact that you couldn't get along, you wouldn't be where you are today."

Again there was silent silence.

For a moment, Wang Zimo was in a trance, his hand shook, and he almost dropped the knife.

"Be careful, it won't work if it's broken!"

Jiang Xiaoli looked disgusted.

"But you'd better hurry, the hour is coming."

The person who was squatting on the ground sped up a few points.

"Alright."

I don't know how long it took. From the neck down, a thin piece of skin was carried by Wang Zimo in his hand. Pale in color and horrible in shape.

"Let's go, you—need to drape it on."

After speaking, Jiang Xiaoli took the lead out of the cell.

Wang Zimo only hesitated slightly, and then followed.

Not for a while.

Past career.

The so-called reincarnation is nothing but a river that flows quietly, and at the end of the river is a bottomless abyss. With a leap, this life ends and the next life begins.

Wang Zimo stood on the edge of the cliff for a long, long time.

Are you still worried about being deceived? Cowardly!

Jiang Xiaoli is not in a hurry, maybe he has long been used to it.

Seeing that the souls were coming, he flew down and jumped down, and his wary expression gradually faded.

Like a pilgrimage, Wang Zimo combed his clothes from head to toe. He took a deep breath and looked solemn, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyebrows.

"I miss Wang Zimo, enjoy all the luxury, what if I am punished? The ancient years are already complete, and in the end, this life is not in their own hands. ”

He lifted his chin, closed his eyes, spread his arms, and took another deep breath—

"What were you worried about?"

Jiang Xiaoli looked at the solemn person in front of him and felt funny.

Wang Zimo opened his eyes, and his body suddenly froze.

"When he was five years old, he was framed by a traitor, and both his parents died. When you are old and decrepit, the streets are dead and the streets are buried, and the roads are buried. ”

"Ten miles of red silk paving, eating mountain delicacies, using ivory - you exchange your youth and flesh, of course, everything."

"Yes, you will be reborn as a girl, and at the age of fifteen, you will become famous in the capital and become the Oiran of Wanyan Building."

Like a curse, Jiang Xiaohua read it out lightly: "Your concerns are all correct!" ”

Wang Zimo stared at his eyes in disbelief and turned his head in a daze.

Suddenly remembering something, he lowered his head and touched his hands around his waist and sleeves.

"Are you looking for a knife?"

"The skinning knife!"

She raised the dagger in her hand.

"I'll fight with you!"

Wang Zimo was annoyed and angry, and pounced on him with a hideous face.

But

Jiang Xiaoli whipped out with his hand.

Wrapped around Wang Zimo's waist like a snake - the white whip was actually made of human bones strung one by one! Throw him out of the shock and abandon him again.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Zimo fell into the abyss and ended his life of hatred.

"This bone whip is made from countless powerful ghosts, and it specializes in curing all kinds of disobedient souls!"

Jiang Xiaoli withdrew the whip and clapped his hands.

All of this was clearly seen by a vague figure in the distance. In fact, she didn't stand far away, but there was little light on this cliff, and it was dim and unclear as far as she could see.

Jiang Xiaoli opened a bright smile and said to the figure:

"You should come closer, and see clearly that this evil has evil retribution before you can get rid of your hatred."

The figure approached slowly, it was a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, with narrow eyebrows and thin steps.

At a closer look, it is very similar to Jiang Xiaohua. The only difference is that one looks elegant and dignified, the other looks playful and lively, and it is not too much to say that they are twins.

Her name is Ding Can. A newly departed soul. Before he died, he was in the prime of his life. Jiang Xiaoli was entrusted by him to have this reason.

"These are already very relieving! Thank you for avenging our family! My sister is please! ”

She bowed deeply.

The expression was calm and soft, and it seemed that even his breathing was a little lighter.

"No thanks, it's just a no-brainer for me. Moreover...... I also got the coveted pay. ”

"That...... It's for you! I'm leaving. The girl also went to the cliff of death.

Jiang Xiaoli nodded, stared at the disappearing figure, and waved his hand.

Then, a smile appeared on her face, first faintly, then thickly, and finally in intense ecstasy:

"Finally in the flesh!"

After working for two years in Quanjiudao, I finally met a suitable body and could finally be "reborn as a human"!