When Sanji went out, he glanced at the corpse of Mao Junjie lying in the corner, and then looked at me again and said, "This kid is finally dead." It's a pity..."

I was escorted out of the prison, and I pretended to break free a few times, but my whole body was weak and I didn't have the strength to break free from the grip, so that my escort could let down his guard.

When I got out of the dungeon, I realized that it was daytime, and the sun was blazing outside, and when I looked back, I realized that the place where I had been held was a dungeon dug under the stilted building.

After getting used to the light outside, I knocked my escort unconscious, and then dragged him to the pile of firewood under the stilted building and hid it.

It was supposed to be deep in the forest, with only three rooms. It is built in a U-shape, leaving the east side without any shelter.

I guess no matter what country you practice this kind of evil art, it is not acceptable to the world. That's why Sanchi hides in this kind of place like a rat when he crosses the street.

I checked the situation in each room one by one. First there is a small room in the north, this one is not a stilted building, it is an ordinary thatched house, there are bursts of white smoke drifting out of the window, I first listened outside for a long time, until I was sure that there was no movement inside, and then I entered the house, this push open there was a strange and extraordinarily delicious aroma coming to the nose, it seemed to be the feeling of stewed broth.

"Gollum... Gollum ......"

The gurgling sound of the soup after it boiled came through a curtain. In the center of the room hung a lot of meat, like bacon, and the color was dull. It's like a ham that has been sitting out for a long time. Hanging in mid-air.

The ground floor is a layer of oil stains that accumulate from the hanging flesh drop by drop.

I walked very carefully, there was so much oil in the ground, I was almost always walking on tiptoe just in case I slipped. I walked in for a while, and when I lifted the curtain, I saw a huge iron pot.

The soup in the iron pot was cloudy, milky white. The oil is a little bit of a splash. I don't know what kind of meat is boiling, and it keeps tumbling.

Beneath the iron pot was a raging flame, and beside it stood a humanoid covered in black clothes. The whole body was wrapped tightly in a black cloth, and even the eyes and mouth were not exposed. Whenever the fire gets smaller, the dry firewood piled on the side is thrown into the fire mechanically. The fire was gone, and it didn't move again. It's like a robot.

And I didn't notice the intrusion of a stranger.

Since I was tied up by Miao Yayun to the south, I haven't had a good day, and I can't eat enough and wear warmth. The smell of broth filling the room only makes the worms in my stomach flutter.

I resisted the urge to let the corners of my mouth flow, and picked up the iron spoon to take a bone out of the pot and gnaw it to relieve my cravings. Who knew that my spoon would scare me a lot.

A baby's head floated up with the boiling milky soup, and its hollow eyes stared straight at me. There are severed palms with shredded flesh looming between the boiling.

I couldn't hold back, put down the iron spoon, and began to vomit.

This Sanji is really inferior to a beast, too perverted. I even boiled the baby's corpse to eat! I suddenly remembered that the bacon hanging outside was probably not animal meat, right? It's human flesh!

I was just throwing up, not noticing that what was hidden behind the black cloth had stopped Tim Chai's movements.

I ran out as if I was running away, and it wasn't until I breathed in the fresh air outside that I eased up a bit, and then I felt my way to the south side of the house.

The house to the south was still empty. When I pushed the door in, I found that the room was exceptionally clean, with a large open room, an altar in the center, a few wisps of thin smoke floating from the incense burner, and many dolls with forced appearances on the incense table.

These dolls are smiling or frowning, their expressions are extremely vivid, and their sizes are different, some are the size of half a palm, and some are indeed fifty or sixty centimeters in size.

A gust of wind blew, and the door slammed shut. The temperature in the room is dropping dramatically. I tightened my clothes, and it occurred to me that I had closed the door when I came in.

So where did the sound of the door closing come from?

"Giggle...... Haha......"

The sound of children's playful laughter resounded in the room. I shuddered, then bit my middle finger and wiped the blood on my eyelids.

When I opened my eyes again, I found a group of children lying on my stomach, with pale faces and a weird smile on their faces, lying on my head, hanging around my neck, holding my legs, and one of them was actually drilling into my crotch.

I folded my hands and recited the six-character mantra in my mouth, and the little ghosts that were wrapped around me were very afraid of the Buddha's breath, and all of them ran to the side, and then bared their teeth and yelled at me.

Some of them folded their limbs behind them, crawling on the wall like four-cornered monsters, some of them had their mouths split open to their ears, and they could see their bottomless throats when they opened their mouths, and some of them had their eyes hanging on their faces, flicking their scarlet tongues.

People die as ghosts, and these fantasies naturally don't scare me. I said Amitabha. Everything in front of me quickly faded, and then turned into what I had just come in.

The incense was still burning, with a little bit of scarlet. The doll on the altar was still there, untouched. Just looking at the little faces, I felt unhappy for a while, and I was very unhappy.

Gu Man Tong, such an evil art, there are really people refining it. You must know that in the formation of a Kuman Thong, there must be a baby who died unjustly. The Three Souls and Seven Spirits were forcibly detained in the human world by the Descending Master, and after being tortured, they were then forcibly sealed in Kuman Tong by the caster.

Among them, the baby who died of dystocia was the most resentful, and the dead baby was dug out of the mother's body, placed in a special locust coffin, and roasted with corpse oil for 7749 days every day. In this way, Kuman Thong was cultivated like a killing machine.

It is clear that this Sanchi is hiding in this place for the purpose of making Kuman Thong. It was only later that I learned that behind every Kuman Thong, there are huge benefits. The temptation of money is irresistible.

Like many celebrities in Hong Kong and Taiwan, celebrities have privately raised Kuman Thong. Of course, the purpose is not the same. Nothing more than fame and profit.

Looking at the porcelain dolls on the altar in front of me, I couldn't wait to cut Sanchi's goods immediately. You must know that every child is the crystallization of their parents' love, and they want to come to this world with love and hope.

Who knows, but he can't even die, and he is irrigated by the evil of the world before he feels the beauty of the world. With the evil in human nature, it continues to live in another form.

Like animals in a circus, they are afraid of being beaten and abused. Only follow the instructions carefully.

I gasped and rushed out the door to settle accounts with Sanchi, but as soon as I went out, I was stunned.

Sanchi is standing right outside the door!