When Zhang Ying saw this terrible scene, she wanted to scream, so she desperately covered her hands to maintain her composure.

When she came to her senses, she cowered by the window and continued to look at what was happening in the room.

Although he sat in the boiling barrel, the bald head looked very happy, and his eyes were half-closed, as if every pore on his body had been stretched.

Others sat in the wood, and the brazier below continued to burn.

The woman next to her was motionless, the overhead lamp was shining quietly, and the atmosphere in the room was so weird and weird.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and Zhang Ying held her breath, not even daring to breathe.

The woman next to the barrel was sideways, her long hair was scattered, and Zhang Ying couldn't see her clearly.

After a while, her hand picked up a knife from the table next to her, raised her head baldly, and after saying something to her, she began to laugh, and Zhang Ying's heart trembled when she heard it.

The woman placed the knife on the bald head's chin and flicked it back and forth at the fleshy spot a few times, and then, suddenly, she slashed hard.

Zhang Ying outside the window bit his finger, and the bald head on that side was still smiling.

Blood immediately flowed out of the cut wound, the woman stretched out her fingers, and then stroked the wound of the bald head back and forth, the bald head closed his eyes, looking drunk and dreaming of death.

Suddenly, the woman tore open the wound on her bald chin at once!

At that moment, the bald head began to scream.

I saw his hands grasping the edge of the barrel hard, and his whole body began to tremble like chaff, and he didn't know whether it was water vapor or sweat beads on his forehead, and the big ones were dripping down, and people were terrified to see it.

The wound that burst open was not plasma, but a cloud of oil, as white as jade.

The grease bubbled out quickly, like a soap bubble that was rising rapidly.

The woman quickly picked up the glass bowl on the small table beside her, and said that all the white grease that had spilled was in the glass bowl.

During the whole process, the bald head screamed in pain, but he still did it in the barrel and did not dare to struggle hard.

The barrel was steaming hot, and his body glowed.

The screams continued for a long time, and it was terrifying and uncomfortable to hear.

After removing all the oil, the woman closed her hands and closed the wound on the bald head's chin again.

Zhang Ying = saw that the wound on the chin was healing little by little where the woman's fingers reached, and after a minute or so, even the scar just now was gone.

Then, the woman put down the glass bowl, reached out, and slapped the bald head on the forehead.

The bald body trembled, and he opened his eyes all at once.

At this moment, his expression was much more relaxed, and he saw him sitting in the barrel, gasping for breath, looking at the woman, his expression was obviously flustered and nervous.

The woman still kept her head down, looked at him fixedly, and did not speak to him.

After a while, she pulled out a stack of red banknotes from her bosom and placed them on the table beside her.

The bald head looked at the stack of banknotes, and next to them was the white grease that had been dug out of his chin.

There was still a trace of blood on those white greases.

The muscles on the bald face twitched twice, and his expression was complex and elusive.

After a pause, he climbed out of the barrel.

Unlike what he looked like just now, his current body was as weak as a marionette, trembling slightly with every step forward.

Standing in front of the table, he stared at the bowl of grease and the stack of money on it.

The woman turned around and seemed to say something to him.

Stretching out his hand, the bald head shook between the two things again, as if he was making a choice.

Eventually, he reached for the stack of red tickets.

After stuffing the money into his pocket, the bald head gave the woman one last look, then turned around and left in a hurry.

After the bald head left, Zhang Ying did not leave.

She was still facing the little hole in the window, closing everything inside.

Seeing the woman, she walked gently to the barrel, put her hand inside, and washed the white grease and blood that stuck to her hands with the water inside.

After that, she walked back to the table.

Picking up the bowl of white grease, she looked left and right, and suddenly ruffled her hair.

It was at this moment that Zhang Ying saw her true face.

Zhang Ying was frightened, because this woman was actually Xia Hong who helped her prepare the marinade soup.

Zhang Ying couldn't hold back and finally screamed.

The sound alarmed the woman in the room, and she turned her head sharply and looked over the window.

I don't know if it was the small paper hole that caught Xia Hong's attention, the woman stood in place and paused for a moment, then walked over to this side step by step.

Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to her, Zhang Ying took a step back.

The figure of the woman in the window, which looked very terrifying and huge, squatted on the ground, just looking at it, like a terrible witch.

Seeing that she was about to open the window, Zhang Ying stood up and ran away.

Later, Zhang Ying bumped into me, and then, we saw the bald head again, and following him, we walked out of that strange place.

After listening to Zhang Ying, I was also shocked.

Because at noon, Zhang Ying told me that when Xia Hong added the necessary spices to her braised soup, she also added a little white grease-like stuff in addition to adding the necessary spices.

And obviously, that white grease is most likely dug out of the bald jaw!

Darkly, I felt as if it was leading me into an abyss.

When my dad had an accident, all the jars in the room next to the toilet were knocked to pieces, and the innermost jar was also broken.

I remember very well at the time that what came out of the jar was something like white grease.

My dad used to run a noodle shop, and business has been tepid.

Later, I don't know why, but suddenly one day the business was booming.

After my dad's accident, I learned that the reason why my dad's chicken noodles tasted so good was because of the aura of a dead ghost in those seasonings.

Those white grease are Chen San's corpse oil that my father went to the funeral home in the middle of the night to dig up.

At the same time, Chen San's soul was also imprisoned in the jar of my house along with those things.

Later, the jar was broken, and Chen San ran out.

Later, there was such a play, asking me to make this chicken noodle shop meet the absurd requirement of earning 100,000 yuan a day within two years.

After hearing Zhang Ying say, Xia Hong also took out a cloud of white grease from the chin of his bald head, and I immediately thought of Chen San's corpse oil!