The winter night in Beisanke dripped into ice, and the howling north wind blew through the bearded back, making him suddenly feel excited.

The Changeling Monster slowly detached from Ma Shuo's body, and gradually moved to the bearded body to cover it. In just three or two breaths, it turned into an all-metal humanoid coffin.

Seeing his beard wrapped up, his whole body was sore, itchy, and painful, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

He could only let the coffin turn it over and face up, looking at Ma Shuo with an incredible face and exclaiming, "You, what is this?

"Coffin!" Ma Shuo immediately smiled coldly when he heard this: "Whether you say it today or not, you will die here!"

"Heh!" The bearded man suddenly pouted: "Since you have to die if you don't say it, then I'll still say a fart?"

"It's okay!" Ma Shuo was not moved at all, just pulled out the ordinary dagger on his waist and smiled: "Actually, I know that you won't say anything now!"

As soon as the words fell, he raised his hand and instantly scraped the tip of the bearded nose, and half of his nose suddenly fell to the ground. Because Ma Shuo's shot was too fast, the bearded man was also slightly stunned for a moment, and the screams instantly resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Say do it, don't even blink your eyelids. Even Murray, who was on guard on the side, raised his eyebrows slightly, and was immediately impressed by the kid in front of him.

Clean and clean, without mud and water.

The technique is superb, only hurting the muscles and bones.

And what surprised him even more was that as soon as the bearded scream came out, a piece of the coffin immediately protruded and covered his mouth.

This made Murray's heart startled for a moment, and he became even more curious about what restricted the beard.

Ma Shuo's eyes were as plain as water, and he casually played with the dagger and continued, "Now I want to torture you! As for the questioning, wait until you're dead!"

"Alas!" Murray immediately wondered, "Do you really want to do this?"

"That's my business!" Ma Shuo smiled again and replied, "As long as I can get the answer I want, I don't care about the rest!"

Speaking of this, the coffin's arms and legs were slowly retracted, revealing the skin of his limbs, and Ma Shuo continued: "Your mouth has been sealed, so you can't do anything even if you want to say anything. I guess that's enough proof of my sincerity, right?"

The bearded man's pupils suddenly shrank when he heard this, and until just now he was convinced that the other party must want to ask something from him. But now that his mouth is indeed sealed, he suddenly realized that whether he loosened his mouth or not was really not a big deal in the eyes of the other party.

But why?

Is it because you're from the Maple Leaf Country?

Or is the other party still deliberately deceiving him, using this seemingly indulgent way, hoping that he can let down his guard as much as possible?

The contradiction between the behavior and the expected result was too great, so that he couldn't understand the true purpose of the half-grown child in front of him.

While his mind was still thinking, Ma Shuo had already swung his knife and slashed his arm. A slight knife just cut through the skin, and the capillaries only oozed a little red, while slowly solidifying outside the wound.

But there was no shortage of pain, and the bearded man suddenly frowned and snorted.

Seeing this, Ma Shuo swung the knife again, and it was the same shallow wound, and a trace of blood just flowed out and quickly coagulated.

"What's your solution?" Ma Shuo looked back at Murray, who was rather bored, "Before I officially start, do you want to try it from him." ”

Looking at this boy with a plain face, Murray felt a slight chill in his heart. A teenager is so tormented that he doesn't even blink his eyelids, what tragic experience has he experienced to be able to be as hard as iron to get to this point?

In just three years, or has it been experienced before?

Murray, who couldn't get an answer for the time being, immediately nodded and stepped forward: "Okay, we are not outsiders, it's not interesting to be polite!"

After speaking, he stretched out his right index finger and looked at the bearded man with a cold smile, and instantly swiped horizontally at the front of his middle finger.

"Let's go!" half of his nails and fingers fell on the dry grass, and the bearded man's eyes suddenly widened like brass bells. It's just that his mouth was covered by the changeable monster, and he didn't even let out a decent scream.

Ma Shuo and the others, as soon as you slash a knife, I will draw a finger, as if two of the most murderous prison officials are torturing a weak girl who is powerless.

The five fingers of his left hand, which were cut into hundreds by Murray, only a fist was left at this time, and the blood flowed profusely.

The Changeling Monster quickly sealed its wound, and Ma Shuo looked at the bearded man again and asked in a low voice, "I hope you can never say it, because I want you to be in great pain after you die!"

When the bearded man heard this, his pupils suddenly contracted to the limit, and Ma Shuo emphasized the afterlife for the second time, which instantly reminded him of a new term in his mind: ghost!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly struggled desperately and shook his head, not even caring about rubbing his bleeding nasal cavity, and his mouth kept whimpering loudly!

Seeing this, Ma Shuo smiled coldly again: "What's the matter?"

The inexplicable Murray looked at the bearded man again, and saw that the other party kept nodding and his eyes were full of begging for mercy, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "What do you want to understand? Why don't I understand?"

Ma Shuo immediately smiled and replied, "Anyway, you can't see it, doesn't it matter if you don't understand it." As long as he and I can understand, right?

"Woo woo woo mm!"

The bearded man just kept struggling, but Ma Shuo didn't have any intention of letting go of the other party's mouth. "Whoa" slashed more than a dozen times in a row: "What I say always counts, please don't let me lose my trust?"

Murray on the side couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth: "You are very much like a villain now, or the kind of ferocious." You know what?"

"I know!" Ma Shuo slashed more than a dozen times in succession before he nodded and smiled and replied: "Is there any problem with letting the worst wicked person experience the worst treatment?"

"Ugh. Murray grinned at the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and looked at the bearded man again with pity in his eyes: "Almost, I guess he is not the main master, it's better to leave the worst way to the main master, okay?"

This tone is like an adult talking to a child, and it is clearly weaker than three or four points in terms of momentum. When Ma Shuo heard this, he immediately stopped swinging his knife again, and nodded after a little groaning: "Okay!

As soon as the words fell, countless spikes suddenly popped out of the entire coffin, and the beard was pierced out of countless holes in an instant.

Under Murray's stunned gaze, Ma Shuo casually put away the dagger and said with a smile: "Now I can only wait for him to come out, about half an hour or so! You shouldn't be able to see it, but I will explain it for you!"

"Out of what?"

"Ghost! Something new has appeared in the last two years, about the same time as God appeared!"