"Come with me. ○”

Matsumoto walked out of his bedroom with Zhang Chen, and turned to a wooden doorway at the end of the corridor on the second floor that led to the room on the left.

As early as before entering the house, Zhang Chen felt a trace of flesh and blood in the corner of this second layer, although the content was very small, but the quality was very high.

"Is this what you're talking about?" Zhang Chen asked.

"You won't know when you come in! Personal collection fetish only. Matsumoto gently inserted his little fingernail into the lock and twisted it, and the lock of the wooden door was opened with a 'click'. The moment the wooden door opened, the flesh and blood in Zhang Chen's body had a feeling of being ready to move, and it was obvious that the bloody aura inside was blocked by the seal engraved on the wooden door.

The tungsten cannons hanging in the room were obviously emitting yellow light, but the hallway was cast with blood-red light.

Zhang Chen followed into the room, the smell of blood inside was strong, Cheng Dù had reached a certain limit, if ordinary people entered here, I am afraid that the whole body system would be disordered, and after a long time, they would even die. The main reason was that a large amount of blood qi had gathered in a small room, so that the concentration was particularly high, and there was also a special smell in the air, similar to the smell of a certain potion.

"Human skin?" Zhang Chen couldn't help but widen his eyes when he entered the room.

The room of about 50 square meters resembles the storage room of a clothing store, which is full of human skins without heads, and the skin of the whole body is very completely stripped of the human skin of the body, and the hands and feet are all there, like a crumpled human fur coat, except for the stitched lines in the center of the body.

"A total of 947 human skins, all of them disguised skins taken from people with fallen minds. You must have smelled it too, and the air is filled with the antiseptic gas that I specially made to keep the skin fresh. Yui pinched a fairer skin with her hand, and her skin was full of elasticity. There is no sign of **.

"You're cruel, aren't you? Could it be that these people were skinned alive? ”

"Do you think direct peeling can be so perfect? And while I think I'm a bit perverted, it's not so cruel. And I didn't peel the skin, but took all the flesh and bones out of their body cavities. The woman said indifferently.

"Do you want me to use these things to make you a container of flesh and blood that can carry nearly a thousand evil spirits?" Zhang Chen looked at the human skin beside him, and always felt that these things looked exquisite, but in fact they were very fragile.

"These skins are made by me myself, and they bear my imprint on them, so that they can be controlled by me when they are made into living corpses. So these skins are the raw materials, as long as you need them. All human skins are available to you. Matsumoto seems to have great confidence in Zhang Chen.

"Can you show me the process of making a living corpse first?" Zhang Chen wanted to see how these living corpses were formed on such a fragile human skin.

"Yes."

Suddenly, the woman's eyes turned blue, and a slender tongue with barbs came out, and stretched out delicate fingers to pull out a wisp of struggling soul from her mouth.

After the soul was withdrawn from the woman's mouth, it immediately formed a humanoid form, looming, but the face was extremely painful, and the black hole hole contained hatred for this world.

Then the woman took off a human fur coat from the hanger with great skill. And with pink sharp nails, he scratched the chest of the human leather coat with a small opening.

"Let's go inside!"

Under the woman's tug, the struggling resentment turned into a white aura and penetrated from the chest cut. Like blowing up a balloon, it fills and swells a human leather coat.

"Huh? The soul fits into the human skin, and the flesh is automatically derived? Under Zhang Chen's sense, the soul that was extremely resentful immediately fit together with the skin bag after entering the human fur coat, and the soul could also form silk threads to connect with the human skin. It then began to extend its flesh on its own, and grew a deformed head with no facial features.

"No wonder you call it cannon fodder, this thing is slow to move and not strong in attack. The only thing that stands out is that you can't be killed. As soon as Zhang Chen's mental power moved, the limbs and head of the living corpse in front of him that had just been subdued were cut off.

A large chunk of the body fell to the ground. But it is still wriggling, and its vitality is not diminished in the slightest. And from the wound grew a thread of soul generated by the resentful spirit, attracting the severed torso.

"There is no consciousness, no bones, it is completely a mass of flesh and blood, I'm afraid I can't even say the word 'corpse'."

"That's why I want to help me make a perfect living corpse. What do you think? The woman's five fingers with pink nail polish instantly plunged into the body that was still trying to gather under her, and suddenly the whole body began to dry up, and a wisp of resentment was sucked into the woman's mouth again.

"It's costly...... I'm afraid it's going to be like this. ”

Zhang Chen suspended a drop of bright red blood with white spots in the palm of his hand, and Matsumoto was also shocked when he saw this special drop of blood, which contained more energy than a high-level ghost thing.

"I don't have more than four drops in my body. This thing is almost equivalent to another life of mine. Zhang stated that 'bone and blood' is special and precious.

"No wonder the organization will send three elders to arrest you as a third-level prison master, it seems that the boss's eyes are still vicious. As much you help me, my cat will definitely pay it back. ”

"Okay...... The whole process may take a long time, and I will probably use all of the 900 human skins you have here. Zhang Chen roughly already had relevant plans in his heart.

"Hmmm......"

Zhang Chen put his right hand against his chin and was thinking about it, when suddenly a touch of red lips smelled, and Zhang Chen, who was caught off guard, felt something soft and prickly swimming around his mouth.

"I'll go down and get you lunch, let's start again in the afternoon, you can prepare it first." The woman suddenly changed her nature and became extremely charming again.

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Nagoya JR Central Tower Building

It is a complex facility (station building) located in Nakamura-ku, Nagoya City, Aichi Prefecture, Japan. The building has a number of facilities such as a railway station, a department store, offices, and a hotel (Marriott Hotel), and is also home to the headquarters of the owner, JR Tokai. The JR Central Tower consists of a low-rise building with 18 floors above ground and two high-rise buildings with 51 and 53 floors respectively, with a maximum height of 245.1 meters.

A man wearing a white cloak covering his face walked in through the main entrance of the JR building, and the two security guards on duty at the gate did not stop at the slightest glance at the strangely dressed man.

Walking through the crowd, everyone turned a blind eye to the white-robed man, except for an old man who was sitting on a chair on the left side of the hall and reading a newspaper, moving the newspaper in his hand slightly down, and his eyes wearing reading glasses looked at the position of the white-robed man.

Instead of blending into the crowds, the man turned around and walked through a door with the words 'Safe Passage' written in green letters, and walked briskly up the narrow corridor.

When you reach the 11th floor, you exit the hallway and immediately turn around and walk into a skywalk that connects to the 53-story building behind the right side of JR, without any pause, as if you have already figured out the route here.

Entering the latter building, the white-robed man did not choose to walk the narrow safety exit stairs alone this time, but pressed the upward button at the elevator door.

However, when the man stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to access the 53rd floor, the elevator door was about to close, when a wrinkled old palm blocked the elevator door that was about to close.

The elevator door opened again, and an old man with little gray hair left on his head staggered into the elevator, but did not press any buttons, as if he was going to the top floor.

The man in the white robe looked at the growing numbers on the elevator panel unmoved.

The old man behind him took out a mirror cloth from his pocket with trembling hands to wipe his dusty reading glasses. The extremely slow movement suddenly accelerated, and he quickly stretched out his old arm towards the white-robed man, and many small poisonous snake heads grew between his fingers.

At the last moment, the white-robed man who was motionless reflexively grabbed the old man's wrist joints and pressed down, while his right foot quickly kicked twice at the old man's knee joints, and he was only using ordinary people's martial arts skills.

The old man fell to his knees because of this, and his outstretched right hand was completely broken.

Just when the old man wanted to make the next move, the white-robed man's right foot was slightly raised, and his momentum changed suddenly, and a side kick was imprinted on the old man's skull, and the entire head was uprooted, and the skull bones were cracked inch by inch.

Blood flowed from the body that fell into the elevator, and some sparks were generated in the body, as if the equipment had been short-circuited.

"Boom!" Flames erupted from his body, burning the old man's head along with his body, leaving no trace.

The white-robed man indifferently stepped out of the elevator and walked from the escape ladder to the roof of the building.

At this time, on the highest top platform, the howling cold wind blows on the white cloak, and the white-robed man holds a silver needle to make a regular pentagonal pattern with the largest distance at the top, and then uses silver threads to connect the silver needles to form a standard pentagonal shape.

The white-robed man landed at the five vertices of the pentagonal shape and put down five special things.

They were a small poke of bones, a pinch of black hair, a piece of skin, a mouth, and a shriveled eye.

He then stood in the center and made five seals with both hands, biting his fingers and drawing a miniature pentagonal pattern under him, and suddenly all five objects were sucked into the silver needle as the apex, causing the silver needle to appear in five different colors.

When the thing was done, the white-robed man seemed a little tired, and rested on the pillar beside him.

swept down the cloak that blocked his face, and suddenly there was a delicate face under it, and under the short hair that stood up, a pair of firm eyes looked at the blue sky - Jia Xin. (To be continued......)