Chapter 1173

Miserable thoughts? Psychological shadows?

Damn, are you here to joke with me?

I think I've been a ghost doctor for more than ten years, what kind of ghosts, weird and so on, haven't I seen it? Even corpses have seen countless corpses, what corpses, vomiting blood, drowning, choking, strangulation, stabbing to death, I have never seen what kind of miserable image?

You actually told me that your image is miserable, and you don't need to say hello in advance if you are scaring me here, right?

I immediately patted my chest and said to Huang Zongliang: "Although I am timid, don't scare me, just come out with confidence, I have seen zombies, I will be afraid of you?" The image? ”

I sensed that there was something tough in my words, so I paused and added three words.

"However, if you have a bad image, I can really heal, I have made a mask called human skin ghost face before, which is specially used for ghosts, and I guarantee that after you use it, your face is like a crown of jade, and you go out to hook up with female ghosts, which is absolutely ridiculous."

I'm trying my best to sell my human skin and ghost face, and it's also an exclusive stunt, which is simply the best choice for disguise.

Huang Zongliang stiffened his neck and said, "Mask? I'm afraid it's not good! Are you really not afraid of my image? ”

I'll go, is this more serious than me?

I waved my hand: "Hurry, hurry, don't grind." ”

Huang Zongliang sighed, turned around and looked, walked to the side of the kang, and went directly to the kang.

I stood there stunned and waited, although I saw Miao Guihua's body tremble twice, but I didn't see Huang Zongliang's soul come out.

Just because I didn't see his soul didn't mean he didn't exist, the first thing I heard was a low cry.

The whimpering cry echoed in the room, and someone else would have been stupefied.

Why is there a prelude to this? It's pretty tall.

I pondered in my heart and rubbed my fingers, but found that my palms were a little wet.

I actually sweated, and sure enough, I was not terrifying, the unknown was the most terrifying.

I waited anxiously for Huang Zongliang to appear, and suddenly, I felt a cool breeze blowing through the back of my neck, and the low whimpering cry sounded behind me.

I turned around slowly and saw a figure with his back to me.

No way! Did you really do enough for me with this foreplay, and the climax is about to come?

However, it is a bit interesting!

This Huang Zongliang's back is slightly rickety, he is facing away from me, crying lowly, I can see that he is wearing a prison uniform, a gray prison uniform.

Don't ask me how I know he's wearing a prison uniform, with a big white circle drawn on the back of his shirt with the word 'prisoner' written on it.

The pants are gray cloth pants with the legs off, the ankles are exposed, and the feet are a pair of straw sandals.

This Huang Zongliang turned out to be a prisoner.

Looking at his head, a messy head of hair was scattered on his head, and behind his head, a large piece of red whirring was directly pasted to his neck. There was also a lot of mud on it, and it looked extremely scarlet and miserable.

Is this a knock on the back of the head?

Even if the back of the head is broken, it won't be so scary that I dare not look at it, right?

I'm actually a little faintly excited, I want to see what this Huang Zongliang's so-called miserable face looks like, phew, I'm really perverted.

The low whimper continued, and I tilted my head, a little expectant and a little afraid to see his front, and the first thing that caught my eye was the side of his face that was half covered in blood.

It's normal, nothing scary.

As soon as such a thought rose in my heart, Huang Zongliang turned his head.

I dipped my mother, I just felt my heart chuckle, I was really startled.

At this time, I finally knew that Huang Zongliang was actually really kind to me, he didn't deliberately come out to scare me, but kindly reminded me, otherwise, I would definitely be startled by this guy.

Because his face at this time is really full of fear.

Huang Zongliang's eyes were wide and round, and the resentment and unwillingness in his eyes fully showed how miserable he was before he died.

There was a bloody hole on his head and neck, and the blood-black wound had a strange bloody aura. It was as if a bullet had penetrated and exploded, and the burst of brains and blood spilled all over his face and neck.

Strips of blood flowed down, and it had turned purple and black, from the door of the brain, to the nostrils, to the mouth, and then to the neck, the four pitch-black holes were bleeding outward, and with his unwilling and vicious countenance, I couldn't imagine how terrifying this face was at the beginning.

Especially when this guy is still crying here, I can't stand it.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I, I'm so wronged, I can't help it, I have to cry every time I appear, you, don't mind."

Huang Zongliang wiped his nose and said.

I raised my hand with difficulty and wiped the sweat from the tip of my nose: "You were shot by someone?" Escaped from prison, or committed a capital offense? ”

I don't say it's okay, as soon as I say this, Huang Zongliang cried even louder, and it has become a crying posture.

"Woo woo woo ......"

This cry pierced through the walls and spread outside, like a strong wind blowing.

"How the hell did you die? Why is it like this, hurry up, you're going to kill me in a hurry! ”

I'm now more and more interested in the cause of his death.

This wound looks like a gun, and it is a very powerful gun. But looking at his prison uniform and his long hair, he should be from the late Qing Dynasty, because his long hair is scattered and has traces of being braided.

The forehead is shaved shiny, this is obviously a person from the end of the Qing Dynasty.

At that time, there was no AK47, what gun could beat people into such a miserable appearance? Unless the gun was extremely close to his skull.

Besides, even if Huang Zongliang was a death row prisoner, he wouldn't shoot so close, right?

The key problem is that even if this is a personal ghost face for him, it can't stop his honor!

This plastic surgery is not good, you have to have plastic surgery!

Huang Zongliang pointed to his head and neck and said: "I shouldn't have died, they asked me to die for others, and they shot me seven times, but they didn't hit me, these two shots were shot against the head." ”

I tilted my face slightly: "Seven shots? Didn't hit you? ”

Huang Zongliang said predictively: "No, it's all like a meteor, flying past my ears, I can hear the sound of the bullet." ”

I grinned: "What's the broken gun, the accuracy is so bad?" ”

Huang Zongliang jumped up suddenly: "Poor accuracy? That's the 38 big cover, and the executioners are all well-known sharpshooters. ”

I'm speechless, three or eight big covers? Seven shots didn't die? That's really wrong,