The mechanism hadn't been turned on in years, and it made a tooth-aching sound. But luckily, it's still working.

After a few seconds, I heard a click. There was a crisp sound from the mechanism, as if something had happened to the Lord.

Then the beggar moved, and he took the bowl and poured the ashes into his mouth. Imitating the appearance of a human being, he began to chew one bite at a time.

Although this is just a portrait, not a real beggar eating ashes, I always find this scene too disgusting.

Suddenly, I felt a trace of soul power coming from in front of me, and it slowly gathered in the beggar's body.

I asked Mr. Lu strangely, "This feeling of soul." How is it so familiar? ”

Mr. Lu smiled: "It's my soul." I am a cultivator, and I have remnants of souls in my nails and hair. It's just that it's really insignificant, and the weak ones are negligible. ”

After he said this, the beggar's eyes turned red, and a clearer spiritual power came out of the beggar's body.

I looked at Mr. Lui. said: "This is your remnant soul who did it?" ”

Mr. Lu laughed dryly and replied honestly: "How can my remnant soul have such great power. It is estimated that there is a soul in this portrait. That little remnant of my soul, like a spark, woke him up. ”

I nodded as if I didn't understand.

The beggar was not very flexible, but he still bent down and bowed to us amid the unpleasant grinding sound.

Mr. Lu and I laughed: "I didn't expect this guy to be just a portrait, and he actually understood etiquette." ”

Portraits know etiquette. We can't be left behind. Mr. Lu and I hurriedly returned the salute and bowed.

Mr. Lu turned his face and smiled at me: "I don't know what will happen next, so let's ask for more blessings." ”

I nodded.

When we looked up again, I was stunned. The portrait is gone.

I was about to ask Mr. Lui. This Fang Guang is as if he is alive. Red, yellow. Cyan, black, white. They all flew up from the ground, unpredictable, and surrounded us in the middle.

Mr. Lu and I were dazzled and didn't know what this meant. Suddenly, there was a blow on the back of the head.

I felt like the world was spinning. My body couldn't help but soften.

Immediately after, a thick arm wrapped its arms around my neck. Someone else tied me up in a hurry.

Before I could understand what was going on, I was pinned to the ground.

I turned my head sideways to look at Mr. Lu and found that he had also been tied up. Two fat men were on his feet.

These two people also showed their breasts open, and their chests reached their stomachs. Born with a mess of black hair. In his hand, he held a ghost-headed knife with a bright head, and suddenly it was obviously the executioner.

I looked to the side again, and saw that not only the two of us were also tied up, but there were also a dozen or so people, all of whom were on their knees.

Mr. Lu smiled at me: "It's an illusion, don't be afraid." ”

I agreed, muttering inwardly, "It's just a hallucination, it's just a hallucination." ”

I'm muttering. Suddenly, an executioner slashed it down.

Mr. Lu's head detached from his shoulder, like a broken big watermelon, spurting blood all the way and rolling away.

I saw his face rubbing against the ground, still with that helpless wry smile on his face.

Not sure why. When I saw this, I wanted to laugh. But before I could laugh, I felt a gust of wind pour into my neck.

I instinctively shrunk my neck, and then I felt a tingling pain. It's a ghost-headed knife.

It cut through my skin, and then the meat. The spine is cut in half, cutting off the large mass of nerve bundles, then the arterial veins, and finally the trachea. Winter Division throws skills.

I didn't feel any pain, but it was spinning and making me a little dizzy.

When the head hits the ground, it will not die immediately. My eyes widened as I saw my body fall to the ground. Blood was spurting out of his neck, and his body was still twitching.

Then came a wave of sleepiness. I closed my eyes.

The last thought in my mind was: "This is also a big secret, is it to kill the head?" ”

Somehow he was killed. I somehow woke up again.

I saw a few dark shadows around me, lying on top of something. A low growl came from their throats.

I stood up and looked over there, and saw that the wild dogs were eating the human body.

This is a mass grave. A full moon in the sky can't make mass graves poetic. It's destined to be a terrifying place too.

I have no intention of looking for my body, I want to find Mr. Lu first.

My body was shaking, and I didn't know if it was because of nervousness or fear.

Mass graves, in the chaos of not burial.

In fact, most of the corpses were rolled up in broken mats and thrown here. Some don't even have mats. The country of etiquette, the ancient civilization, is not willing to spend more effort even to dig and pit holes.

I stepped over a gnawed body and shuddered down.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from beside me, and there was a voice in the wind: "Come this way." We're here. ”

I turned my head and saw a ghost calling me. And beside him, there is a cloud of sorrow, and there are a few figures in the clouds.

I knew he was calling me. I don't want to go over, but I'm going to ask him about Mr. Lu. So I went over with my head on.

I opened my mouth to ask. Suddenly, I found a familiar figure in the crowd, who was this person, Mr. Lu?

I was about to speak when Mr. Lu shook his hand at me.

So I quieted down. And I saw all the demons besieging the city in a semicircle, and in the midst of the semicircle were two men. One is lying down, the other is lying on his stomach.

The person lying down was a middle-aged man with an elegant face. Naya, who was lying on his stomach, was holding a needle and thread, carefully sewing his neck.

After a while, the man lying on his stomach said, "All right. Please stand up. ”

The young man touched his head and said with a smile: "Old Seven, your needlework is getting better and better." ”

The seventh is also a man, but a little sissy, he stabbed the middle-aged man with his finger and said, "You are not allowed to laugh at me." ”

The ghosts laughed, and they lay on the ground next to each other, letting Lao Qi sew up his neck.

I guessed, "Maybe these are the poor people who were killed with us." I touched my neck, and though my head was well placed on it, it seemed that the Lord was not very strong, so I lay down.

Mr. Lu gave me an approving look.

After everyone's necks were sewn, the middle-aged man asked, "Are you all here?" ”

The demons replied, "All are here." ”

The middle-aged man nodded. His face changed suddenly, from the approachability of the deputy talent to the majestic vice Yi. His gaze swept over the faces of all the ghosts, and the ghosts couldn't help but straighten their chests and stand straight.

The middle-aged man said: "This time, we were all caught because there was a traitor among us. ”

As soon as these words came out, the ghosts were taken aback. They exchanged words and said, "Who is the traitor?" It's not me anyway, who do you think? ”

The ghosts were suspicious of each other, and I didn't know anyone, so I just stood there stunned. This goal is too big, and the masters are equivalent to hanging a sign around their necks: It's me.

I want to find Mr. Lu to say a few casual words to hide people's eyes. When I looked up, I found that he was talking to a ghost, looking like a good brother.

I sighed, "Mr. Lu is really secret." Got familiar with people so quickly. ”

Fortunately, the middle-aged man stopped the whispering of the ghosts in time. He said: "Who is the traitor, take the initiative to stand up, I can spare you from death." ”

I thought to myself, "Didn't we all get beheaded?" How else can you die? Could it be that this guy is referring to the Soul Scattered? ”

The middle-aged man waited for a while, and when he saw that no one was talking, he began to ask, "Is it you?" ”

The person who was asked would admit it and said loudly: "It's not me." ”

The middle-aged man shouted, "Look into my eyes and say out loud, it's not you." ”

The ghost said sincerely, "It's not me. ”

The middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder and believed him, and then began to ask the next one.

When it was my turn, he suddenly wondered for two seconds and said, "You suddenly have a face." ”R832