"My last memory is in the Qinghe area, and the person who harmed me is called Xueqing."

Snow clear? Why is this such a strange name?

Chu Qi looked at Zhao Nan and then at Ye Quan, the latter's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was considering the truth and falsehood of what this little scalp said.

"You've been killed like this, what about yourself? What's your name and where do you live? We dismantled the wig and buried this little piece of skin for your family. ”

Zhao Nan is very kind.

The wig trembled: "Don't, don't, I don't want to be removed, I will leave my uncle and never speak again." ”

It's a gurgling girl's voice, it's the hair that comes from.

"I can't just die in vain. I want revenge! ”

The hoarse voice was the little piece of scalp.

"You're left with a small piece of skin, what about the body?" Chu Qi thought this was too strange.

"My scalp was peeled off little by little by the man who opened a small hole and poured mercury into it, and I still remember the pain, when I wasn't dead."

The voice spoke leisurely, Chu Qi was so frightened that he hugged his shoulders with his hands, and he saw that Miss Mo on the other side was also doing the same, this way of dying was really terrifying.

"Then, after I died, my head and body were cut open, my body was chopped up and thrown to a pig farm in the suburbs, and my head, which was scalped off completely, was soaked in a strange drug by that person."

"God, it's scary, what is that man trying to do? Soak a person's head with drugs? ”

Ye Zhiye couldn't help it, pursed his lips, and felt that this matter was a bit mysterious.

"He soaked the human head with medicine, and kneaded it with his hands every once in a while, and after a long time, the human skull bone will be soaked soft, and it will be pinched much smaller, and then it will not rot, when I swallowed my last breath, all my spiritual power was concentrated on a piece of scalp, and he threw it aside, and then it was cut into small pieces into the garbage can, and one day in that room, I saw everything he did, and he processed human heads in this way!"

The voice said this in a tone full of anger, almost hoarsely roaring.

It turned out that it was not a small piece of scalp that spoke, but the only remaining soul of a person, the hair of a thirteen-year-old girl was connected to this soul, and after a long time, she gradually gained a little spiritual power, she could move short distances, and she could still speak.

"Processing human heads, that sounds scary, but what's the use of processing that thing?" Ye Liang shrugged, saying that what this skin said was too unbelievable.

"Really, it's true, miss, I promise that everything I say is true." The wig twisted excitedly on the table again, and the hair also let out a shrill shout: "Uncle is a good person, he won't deceive people, he must be the truth." Uncle, you are so pitiful, my master died of his own illness, and you have suffered so much. Woooooooooooo ”

The hair was bulging non-stop, and he actually began to cry.

Ye Liang hated people crying the most, and slammed the table: "Shut up!" The hair was startled, and there was no sound in an instant.

"The rest of the scalp was cut open and thrown into the trash can by the man, and then I was picked up by a garbage picker, and it was processed and soaked and tanned together with some broken skins of dead cats and dead dogs, and finally the broken skins were sold to the countryside, and my body was lined with wigs, and in a blink of an eye, many years have passed, well, ten years."

Miss Mo sighed: "Oh my God, sir, your experience is so miserable, is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

"Help me get my revenge."

"Huh? I haven't done it...... Those things ......"

Miss Mo covered her mouth.

"Haha, you are really stepping on your nose and face, how can the little girl help you avenge, okay, we have heard this story, you are very miserable, so pitiful, we all sympathize with you, so let's take the wig apart and return the little skin you have left to your family, then let's do it tomorrow." Ye Quan stretched out his hand and pinched the wig with his red nails, and the girl's voice sounded again: "Ah, it hurts!" ”

"Say, sir, what is your name, and who else is in the family, we will send you back tomorrow."

"Don't, don't take us apart, as soon as we take them apart, I'll lose them in a few days."

The wig curled up, pleading, and it was the little girl's voice that spoke.

"I am a cultivator, I have a daughter, I live on Qingyang Mountain, I originally came to Shanghai to travel, but I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing. Miss, I only seek revenge, and I am willing to sign a contract with you. ”

"Contract? How do you know about the contract? ”

Ye Liang was stunned.

"The jar told me."

It turned out that yesterday I sealed my hair in a jar, and there was a soul hidden in this jar, so I communicated with this wig and told the secret of the contract.

"Mouthy guy, I'll bring the kitchen to fill the shrimp paste tomorrow." Ye Liang stretched out his hand.

Boom! On the shelf, a jar moved.

"What contract?"

Miss Mo's eyes widened, she wanted to blame the god of theory, she had been able to accept it, why couldn't she understand what she said now.

Chu Qi waved his hand, asked her to come over with her ear, and whispered in her ear, Miss Mo's eyes widened more and more: "Ah, there is such a thing, it's too incredible, it's amazing." ”

"You have that little soul left, you can only attach it to a piece of skin, isn't it a loss if I sign a contract with you? Such a little spiritual power is not worth it for me to make a move, okay, don't be wordy, if you are in a hurry, I will directly burn you all. ”

Ye Liang said as he picked up the wig and handed it to Zhao Nan.

"Miss, please be kind."

The voice pleaded.

"Kindness, I only know pig heart, cow heart, chicken heart, and I don't know how much kindness is a pound." Ye Quan smiled.

"Plus me, my soul, and my room of goods, wigs, all the rouge gouache, all for you!"

Mo Lingyin stood up, her voice firm.

It turned out that as soon as Ye Quan entered the door in the morning, Mo Lingyin found that Ye Quan had a familiar smell on his face, which was the smell of rouge gouache sold in her store, which shows that Miss Ye likes the goods in this store very much, and women love to dress up and love to be beautiful, so Miss Mo added these additional conditions.

"Little girl, what you want is your soul, think about it."

Ye Liang seemed to be smiling, staring at her with slanted eyes, his gaze was unfathomable.

"Think about it, Miss Ye, to be honest, I didn't believe in souls or anything before I came here, but now I have seen it with my own eyes, I believe it, I also know that even if people die, there may still be souls, I am willing to hand over all my souls in the future to you, I only live this life is enough, I don't ask for any immortality or reincarnation." Miss Ye, please. ”

"Your soul, a small piece of skin's soul, and a room ......"

"And me, and me, I'm also with my uncle, and I'll do whatever my uncle does!"

The wig shouted.

"Little girl, this young lady is a big living person, I can't do anything with her now if I give my soul, you are different, you are dead, and the soul is handed over to me, then I can burn you casually, you can think about it."

"Think...... If you think about it, burn it, just burn it, as long as you can help your uncle avenge it. ”

The wig's voice trembled visibly.

Ye Liang nodded: "Okay, how did you meet such a righteous person today." Baidu: Read the latest chapter of "Unjust Ghost Contract Literature" for free for the first time.