In the early morning of the second day, Shi Wen was sleeping soundly, and there was a commotion at the entrance of the yamen, and the voices of people were vaguely heard:

"Dead, dead! Someone hanged himself at the entrance of the yamen!"

"Who is this, his face is painted in a mess, and he is panicking early in the morning!

"Look at the thin body, a little like Uncle Gou Fei......

"Go, don't talk nonsense, do you want your head?" Gou Ye is a disciple of Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, a dignified Yuan Xiu, who in this town can touch him?"

Although the person who spoke spat on someone else, he also muttered in his heart, and then looked at his clothes for a while, and suddenly changed his face, and said tremblingly: "Quick...... Just go!...... Hurry up and report to Mr. Huang...... Report...... Report to Uncle Luo, Uncle Ma...... I'll fuck you, hurry up and run!' After finishing a sentence, he sat on the ground, only to feel that the sky was about to fall.

The clothes, the body shape, is clearly a hook!

Ordinary people are dead when they die, and this time it is a Yuan Xiu who dies. Ordinary Yuan Xiu is okay, but he is an official disciple of Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, and Master Huang is trying to hug the thick legs of Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, but there is something that is at stake in this person's life, isn't this day about to collapse?

Rao is Luo Gui has already stepped into the third heaven, and he has already lost his mortality, and at this time, he can't suppress the anger in his heart, and he is a little flustered.

A short figure hung straight at the entrance of the yamen, and when the door opened, it was shocking and devoted to the hearts of everyone who saw it. Luo Gui could see at a glance that it was his junior brother Gou Fei, although his face was painted with a huge smile.

Luo Guiyi waved his hand, the rope hanging on the door broke silently, Ma Biao staggered forward, hugged Gou Fei's short body horizontally, and suddenly frowned.

At a closer look, a smiling face can be clearly identified on Gou Fei's face, with a white background, two black patches of eyes and eye sockets, and the mouth is smeared with bright red, hooked up to the ears, like a huge mouth smiling happily.

The dead laugh, but the living can't laugh. Ma Biao shouted at Luo Gui, "Senior brother!" and then glanced left and right with both eyes, his brows furrowed even deeper.

Luo Gui understood, and immediately called Huang Renyi, who was frightened, to retreat, and Ma Biao walked into the inner courtyard with Gou Fei's body in his arms.

After a while, the huge room gathered all the people from the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect who went down to the south wind this time, but at this time, there was one lying on the bed with a weird smile on his mouth, and his smile made people's hearts hairy, and he was still laughing when he died.

"Senior Brother Gou's body is not poisonous, but there is a drug. It's strange, it's just an ordinary drug, it should be mixed with wine, how can it be intoxicated?'

Deng Feiyu was careful, leaned over to Gou Fei's mouth and nose and sniffed carefully, and frowned.

Luo Gui's brows furrowed even tighter, and he said, "Xiu Yuan has reached this stage, how can ordinary drinks get drunk? Didn't Senior Brother Shi wake up at this time after being drunk all night? I'm just wondering, who is so bold to dare to do something to the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect?What does it mean to still paint a clown smile on your face after you die?"

"There's another strange thing. Ma Biao interjected, "Senior Brother Gou...... The corpse is much lighter!'

Gou Fei's body has never been touched, only Ma Biao touched it alone, and carried it from the yamen to the wing.

"Light?" Luo Gui was puzzled, stepped forward and inserted a folding fan under Gou Fei's body, lifted it slightly, and suddenly changed color, and sure enough, it was lighter, at least four points lighter. The senses of the cultivators are more acute, although they have not weighed Gou Fei before, although Gou Fei is thinner than ordinary people, but no matter how thin the figure is, it is impossible to be much lighter out of thin air.

Gou Fei has all his hands and feet, his whole body is intact, and he can't see obvious wounds, how did he die, and how can he be so light?

Luo Gui thought for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he raised the fan and gently tapped it on Gou Fei's belly.

There was a sound of "snort", mixed with subtle breaking friction, as if walking on dry thatch.

The voice was very slight, but none of the people present were stupid, and they immediately understood that there was something wrong with Gou Fei's abdomen, and the sound of slapping the abdomen was generally thumping, and the sound of the dead was dull at most, and it would never be like this.

Luo Gui folded his fan to protect his mouth and nose, took two steps back quietly, and said to Ma Biao: "Senior brother, go and take a look!" Among the people, Ma Biao is the strongest physically, and he is usually instructed to take the lead.

Ma Biao glanced at Luo Gui, stepped forward lightly, turned his head and flashed a fierceness in his eyes in the corner where Luo Gui was out of sight, and then he disappeared again, and returned to the appearance of an obedient 'obedient junior brother'.

When the fingers were pressed, the sound of the rope was dense and loud, obviously not the touch of the internal organs, but like hay. After a closer look and no wounds, Ma Biao pressed twice, peeled off the hook non-clothes, and examined them carefully.

Deng Feiyu half turned his face sideways, not looking at the shrunken thing under the clumps of withered black grass on the miserable white corpse, and reminded, "Look at the back. 』

Ma Biao suddenly turned over the corpse, and saw the clue in a moment: a foot-long wound on Gou Fei's back, extremely thin, extremely deep, and extremely thin, from the ribs, along the spine all the way to the tail vertebrae, because the hand was extremely fast and neat, the wound was almost invisible when it was fitted together.

Ma Biao took a deep breath, Lingyuan agitated to take precautions, and then grabbed both sides of Gou Fei's back with both hands......

The abdomen is empty, the internal organs are gone, there is no viscous plasma, there is no messy liver and sausage, and the refreshing and empty cavity is replaced by a large mass of dry thatch. At this time, Gou Fei's corpse was made by Ma Biao like this, and it was transformed into a monster, and the whole body was torn apart from the back, like a weird pocket with a human head, filled with a bag full of thatch, with a blood-red smiling face, indescribably evil and terrifying, so weird that it made people crazy;

"There are words in the belly!" Shi Wenzheng saw it, and reminded him of the discomfort.

Ma Biao took out a large ball of hay with one free hand, pulled out a note from it, and wanted to hand it to Luo Gui, Luo Gui folded his fan, half turned sideways, and said, "Read!"

Ma Biao slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his eyebrows, and said, "Wait!"

It's over, that's all there is to it!

Qingfeng Mingyue Grandmaster and Brothers looked at each other, dazed. But the meaning of "waiting" in the corpse is self-evident, one by two, and so on, waiting for death!

Splash hate, die!

People who have no bottom line really do everything, and Yan San didn't treat him as a human being when he was killed. He was used to killing pigs and slaughtering cows, but he felt that the people under his hands were worse than animals, and while he was unconscious, Yan San pulled out the hidden spring and disemboweled Gou Fei from the back with a knife.

There is a dish called Baibao in Zuiyue Building, a big chicken is wrapped in the belly of the suckling pig, a pigeon is wrapped in the belly of the chicken, and an egg is wrapped in the belly of the pigeon. In order to ensure the integrity of the dish, the suckling pig needs to be cut from the back, requiring it to be clean and neat, full of chickens, pigeons, eggs and eggs after the appearance does not show traces, the most exquisite knife skills, Yan San's hand is to be hooked when the pig and cow to brew.

Gou Fei woke up from a dream, only to feel that his body was empty, his heart was inexplicably panicked, his nose was full of blood, and then severe pain came from behind.

Turning his head slightly, Gou Fei's soul was scattered: he was lying naked on the desk, and a white-faced clown behind him carefully moved some slippery objects from his body to the outside, piling them up heavily, which were his intestines.

The clown was extremely careful, and patiently explained to him: "Don't worry, just take it out to dry, it won't be broken, it won't break, you're Yuan Xiu, it's okay to think about it, but it's best not to move, if I accidentally tear something off, I won't be able to take it back...... The blood is all small blood vessels that are broken, and they are not in the way, so don't be afraid...... Look at how happy this heart beat!!'

Gou Fei rolled his eyes and fainted.

But soon woke up again, Gou Fei would rather never wake up again, the clown's face remained unchanged and smiled bright red and miserable, but his tone became as cold as frost: "Talk to me about the fire on Xiaoxi Street, talk about Qu Chengfeng, and talk about your senior brothers. Good chat, I'm satisfied, get the intestines back for you, hurry up, don't blame me if the intestines dry up after a long time!"

Gou Fei's pain came from a distant place, connected into a blur, and his intestines dragged out more than two meters, hanging loosely on the hook next to him, and the other end was still attached to his abdomen. At this time, Gou Fei really hated himself for being a Yuan Xiu, and as far as he could see, he could even see that his intestines were still slowly squirming, and his vitality was incredible.

Where does Gou Fei dare to say half a word? Showing off his might outside, treating people as pig and dog objects, that is for ordinary people, when his real life hangs in the hands of others, Gou Fei's ruthlessness and perversity are all in vain, and the clown has no defense, at this time Gou Fei is still free, untied and untethered, but he does not dare to fight, nor does he dare to run, and one end of his intestines is next to the clown, within reach.

How long did the question and answer last, Gou Fei had no impression, only felt that his head was blurred by the pain inside and outside his abdomen, and the back was almost like a walking corpse, and he subconsciously answered in his mind when he asked what he wanted, and there was chaos, only the voice of the clown was real.

It wasn't until a rooster crowed that the clown's voice stopped, took off the intestines that had been somewhat dried, and carefully lifted them to Gou Fei's back, Gou Fei's spirit was shocked, and his heart finally widened, Yuan Xiu's physique, at this time, the intestines were incorporated into the body, and his life would definitely be saved, but there would be some problems with his body in the future.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I've always been a man of words!' the clown said as he put his intestines on the table.

Gou Fei completely relaxed, and his mind had already begun to plan how to investigate and retaliate on this matter, and how to cut off this miscellaneous liver and sausage inch by inch in front of him...... Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his body, and the pain in his heart was no longer just a description, it was really heartache, lung pain, the pain was empty, and the pain was chills......

He saw the clown reach into his back, move quickly in his belly a few times, and then pull out a tired heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, and in the other hand a bright green dagger starry and cold.

Gou Fei didn't die, he struggled suddenly, jumped up more than half a meter high, and lay down again, blood foaming in his mouth, and hissed: "You...... Don't talk about ...... Credit!'

The clown said strangely: "I'm very trustworthy, I swore to kill you bastards when Xiaoxi Street burned down all my parents and family, didn't I speak of credit?"

As if he came back to his senses, he said, "You said I won't kill you?" That's the second credit, and credit is also a first-come, first-served basis, first after the first credit, and then the second. So don't worry, I won't kill you again after you die!

"I...... Grass...... You ...... Gou Fei just breathed. Give hope, and then suddenly change to despair, and really die.

Yan San washed the clown makeup on his face, calmly rinsed the blood in the hook and intestine, stuffed it into a handful of grass, and made a note. closed the wound, then put him on his clothes neatly, thought about it and drew Gou Fei as a clown, lightly picked up Gou Fei and went out, quietly hung at the entrance of the ya, and retreated into the darkness.

That liver sausage is cheaper than a group of wild dogs near Xiaoxi Street, and I don't know if one of them was stolen from the fire on Xiaoxi Street.

Like Yan San.

I don't know if I will howl in the middle of the night when I taste the blood of this enemy.