When I woke up, I found that this was the Zhao family.

The Zhao family and Aunt Wu sat on the side, watching me wake up, and Aunt Wu even went to pour a glass of water and handed it to me, apologizing with a smile.

"Xia girl, I'm really sorry, we have no choice, we see that the funeral will be held tomorrow, but the remains of the deceased have not been sorted out for a long time, although it is a yin matter, but the façade is also unbearable, so please be kind and paint her skin! Your Uncle Zhao can say, as long as you paint, this money will definitely not be given to you less. ”

I looked at a bag in her hand, the bag was half-opened, and inside were two stacks of Grandpa Mao, thick and quite a lot.

I rubbed my head, sat up from the couch, and whispered, "What if I don't want to?" ”

"You girl, if you have money to buy and sell, what is there to refuse." Aunt Wu smiled and said, "After you left yesterday, I clearly asked her friend that what she had in her womb was not a child, but a tumor. This child couldn't think about it because he had a tumor, so he pretended to be a ghost for a while, but he didn't expect that his life was bad and he was hit by a truck and died. This is not suicide, and the second is not a pregnant woman, so this painting does not break your rules. What do you think? ”

The husband and wife of the Zhao family also echoed Aunt Wu's words and explained to me.

I can see that this is just their rhetoric, and as for the truth, I can't verify it.

But I also know that if I don't paint today, it's hard to get out of here.

Because my phone is not around, the door of this house is locked, and a copper lock is added to the inner lock, which cannot be opened without a key.

And it's a small high-rise, and I definitely can't jump from the window.

Is there no way to escape?

I frowned and said nothing.

The three of them looked at me, and Aunt Wu glanced at Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao smiled and approached me without kindness.

He took a saber out of his trouser pocket, shook it in front of me, and then slashed the back of my hand.

I didn't expect him to really do it, so I retracted my hand in pain.

"You'd better get acquainted with each other and draw it for me immediately, otherwise the next knife will cut your face!"

"You're breaking the law, I can warn you!"

"So what? Anyway, my daughter is dead, and I have nothing to be nostalgic for, so it's a big deal to bring you to the funeral! ”

I gasped as I looked at him with a menacing look.

When some people die with their dearest person, they will not be able to control their emotions and do something irreparable.

The knife he slashed at me is the best proof that there is no mercy.

If I don't say yes, he'll kill me.

Since I woke up, I have forgotten the past, but I also know that if I want to know who I really are, I should spare my life.

Only by saving one's life can one have a chance.

I put my right hand on the back of my left hand, "I promise you, but I'm going to take care of the wound first." ”

"Okay."

Lao Zhao asked his wife to take the medicine box out and let me bandage it.

And Aunt Wu put the toolbox of Li Banblind when he usually worked at home by my side.

As soon as I looked at the box, I knew that the job that Li Banblind took this time may have been controlled by Aunt Wu behind her back.

Otherwise, even the toolbox would have been prepared early in the morning!

"Hurry up and start, don't grind, if you can't paint today, you won't want to go back!"

Lao Zhao was still holding a saber at me, with a sinister face.

I winked at him, sat down next to the deceased, and opened the toolbox.

"I'll say it in advance, my master hasn't officially taught me this craft yet, if you can't draw well, don't blame me."

I'm not lying, although I've seen Li Ban blindly draw a lot of dead people's skins with rotten faces, but after all, this is the first time I have painted the skin by myself, and I am a little nervous in such an environment.

I took a few deep breaths before starting to paint the skin with the sponge.