"What am I going to do?"

In the empty chaos, it tilted its head in the scalpel and thought, as if even it had forgotten what it was doing.

Reaching out and rummaging in his arms for a long time, the tall old Cliff finally found a white paper to open and opened, and strange characters emerged from the white paper, and if Bill opened his eyes, he would be surprised at what the old Cliff was holding in his hand at the moment.

Book of Shadows.

A more elaborate and heavy Book of Shadows than Williams had.

"Ah, found it, hey, hey, hey"

In the midst of the distressed laughter, Old Cliff waved his fluttering cuffs, and the huge blackstone prison rose to the ground, and the picture of white flowers came into John's eyes, and he wanted to describe this kind of picture directly in plain and explicit language, but then he thought that Cheryl was still there, and this kind of picture should not be seen by minors, nor should it appear in any book description.

At the same time, John had already guessed what it wanted to do.

'Hey, hey, hey, is it trying to give Bill that guy a human makeover, what now, if it's going to kill me, just move your fingers." ’

I don't want to die in a place like this, wizards and dark streets, I just want to eat and drink comfortably and have fun." ’

John swallowed his saliva again, at this moment he had only one thought, that is, to leave this disturbing and confusing world, even the emperor and task of the black street that he had in his heart were left behind, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she can't compare with her own vital interests, and the pale relationship between men and women John thinks so.

In this case, he quietly put Boss Fett back, trying to find a way out of the place of right and wrong alone.

All the cooperation, loyalty, and oaths were trampled on the soles of his feet after he made this move, and he had given up on Bill who had been caught by Old Cliff, the fat boss who was caught in a nightmare, and the ominous-looking sister Cheryl, all blamed them for messing around like this.

'Let that proud man be unrecognizable, poor John, and you'd better never see him again, for every time you see him you'll be in big trouble.' ’

Old Cliff was indifferent to John's small movements, still immersed in his own business, and took out a woman's body from the white blackstone prison, also fixed to Bill's side, and snapped his fingers again, and took Cheryl

There was nothing special about this woman's body, and at the same time she was not dead, her eyes were open, her eyes were blank, and saliva was slowly flowing down her mouth that could not be closed, and although her chest was still rising and falling, her face was lifeless.

This woman may have been an ordinary woman before she was caught, and looking at her wrinkled face, you can guess that she comes from a small landlord family, and may not have married and had children, but at the moment she is just a doll with female features.

Old Cliff laughed again, holding a scalpel disproportionate to his size, sliced through Bill's clothes, and pulled out an old black-and-white photograph and an oily marker to mark various parts of his body.

Cheryl remembers the photograph taken by her mother, who had advanced thinking about the camera, taking the family to the nearest city shortly after the advent of the camera.

But in the photo, except for their mother, everyone's faces have been blurred, as if they have been soaked in water.

"Chriss, I'm going to see you again soon, I've been waiting too long for this day, but now it's okay, no one can take you away from me!"

"No one can take you away anymore, not even if the Pope comes......"

"No more ......"

"Don't ......"

Old Cliff's voice suddenly lowered, and the clouds on his body became denser, and the black and purple clouds were its clothes, and they collided with a crackling sound in its slow movement, which was its excitement that could not be hidden.

Saying that, Old Cliff had already used an ink marker to draw stripes all over Bill's body, and these were the places that needed to be cut.

Puff –

The blade against the skin, red muscles and yellow grease alternated, and it disemboweled, disemboweling the half-dead woman, carefully comparing the anatomy of the woman with similar proportions to Bill's.

And the whole time, Bill is at the mercy of a brain-dead vegetative person, his empty eyes are half-drooping, his pupils have nowhere to focus, but he only reflects the light of the fiasco, and it seems that his story has come to an end......

When Old Cliff was ready, he stooped down and took out a pair of shiny black scissors, and inserted his fingers with sharp nails into the ground, and in this way picked up Bill's shadow and cut it along the ground.

Click-click

Click-click

The shadow floated alone in the air, a thin black sheet like a cicada's wing, and no one would have believed that the shadow of a person could completely detach itself from the body if it were not observed throughout the whole process.

I don't know if it was Old Cliff's fingers moving or if the shadow felt the visceral fear of breaking away from his body, and the shadow, which was so light that it had no thickness, seemed to tremble.

Bill, who lost his shadow, instantly went limp, his face looked like a disfigured corpse, and the triangular area from his forehead to the corners of his mouth showed a dead gray color, saying that someone said that if a person had no shadow, he would either have the scorching sun on his head or be in the dark, and Bill's state at the moment could only be expressed by the latter.

The shadow that writhed gently and struggled was nailed to the ground, and it secretly raised its hand to reach out to Bill, but found that the free-moving shadow had lost its original attributes, and turned into an unretractable strip of cloth, which was only a few tens of centimeters.

The shadow was a little anxious, a few drops of black cold sweat slipped down from its forehead and landed silently, it did not dare to open its mouth to call, for fear of disturbing the old Cliff who was intoxicated in its own world, because it saw that the old Cliff took out a shadow from his body, carefully put it on the operating table, and gently caressed it.

This shadow was slightly different from Bill's, the white light pierced through the haze, and it was so light that it seemed to disappear soon.

Judging from the shape alone, this shadow is cut from the woman's body, because the shadow has more than one side, and you can see the projection of its different forms from different angles, but it is all two-dimensional, no matter how you turn the perspective, it is a black piece of paper.

"My dear Chriss, the woman I love the most, you are still with me"

"That's right, you're still there, as long as you're still there, everything is still there!"

"It's worth it, it's worth it"

Old Cliff suddenly raised and lowered his voice, and his words to himself seemed to be his hypnotism, and he wanted to hold on to it for fear of hurting the fragile shadow, so he could only endure the undulating tension, carefully filling the thinning color with the black gas wrapped around his body.