The scraps of flesh piled up like a mountain and completely wrapped me in it, and I was now grateful that I was "dead", as a ghost, I didn't need to breathe, otherwise, I was afraid that I would have to be suffocated to death by this thing, but even so, the disgusting feeling still made me unable to let go.

"Don't struggle, don't move."

This bastard is like he can pinch and calculate, and as soon as my body tried to move, this guy roared out of his mouth such an uncertain prophetic words.

I resisted the urge to be disgusting, and stayed in these piles of minced meat, but when I thought that these greasy and soft pieces of meat were the minced meat of the dead, my whole person couldn't help but stand on end, this is really more tormenting than death, I now really understand, what is called death is not terrible, and the terrible death will be endlessly tortured.

It was quiet outside for a while, Yi Rong seemed to go out to do something at this time, it seemed like it was about two or three minutes, and then there was another movement of Yi Rong outside, he was like a goddess, muttering to himself outside, I don't know if it was because his voice was too soft, or if these pieces of meat affected my hearing, anyway, I couldn't understand a word of the incantation he recited.

It doesn't matter if I don't understand it, his voice is still like a mosquito in summer, constantly buzzing in my ears, and gradually, listening to these irritable sounds, I actually have a very strange feeling in my heart, as if this sound should belong to a part of my soul.

Yi Rong's voice continued outside, his voice was like a spell, and the minced flesh that had been wrapped around me suddenly shuddered, and then the minced flesh of the dead began to squirm.

That's right, it's wriggling.

It's a chilling feeling, as if there are thousands of caterpillars, snakes and other mollusks crawling slowly on you, and I, the person who can't stand it, is this feeling the most, almost at first, it scared me into screaming, just this scream, these damn minced meat squeezed into my mouth, disgusting retching.

The more I vomited, the more these things were digging into my mouth.

In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore, gritted my teeth, was ruthless, and closed my mouth tightly, which prevented these things from getting in, as for the minced meat that I originally ate, anyway, I am now a spirit body, and these things should not stay in my soul.

After all, I haven't heard of this soul having internal organs that can digest food.

Soon, though, I realized my mistake.

Wriggling was not the ultimate goal of the minced flesh, and after a few moments of wriggling around me, the minced flesh seemed to have found its mate, scrambling towards my spirits, as if trying to become one with me, and it didn't take long for them to succeed, and my soul was completely occupied by them.

Now I'm like a human being made entirely of minced meat.

"Bang ......"

After the minced meat finally stopped wriggling, there was a sudden loud noise outside, something must have hit the ground, and then there was a violent suction force above my head, and as for the minced meat that had wrapped me in a clump, it was directly absorbed by this suction.

Soon, I was able to regain my sight.

The suction came from the tube above my head, which was now sucking the minced flesh away and spitting it into a huge tin can.

This kind of iron can is exactly the same jar that used to contain dark red liquid and flocculents.

Seeing this, I suddenly felt a chill, this Yirong Te Niang is definitely a madman, almost everything I see is linked to dead people.

I then looked at myself again, raised my hand slightly, and the minced flesh on my body shook like jelly as I moved, and my heart was beating with horror.

"I'm going to do it, what the hell do you want to do?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt that the minced meat on my face was also shaking, and even some of the minced meat shook out with my words, and after drawing a short arc in front of me, it hit my face with a "snap", not to mention how disgusting this feeling was.

Yi Rong smiled and squatted down, this time he didn't take back that handsome face, but looking at the meaningful smile on his face now, I would rather face his expressionless face.

Yi Rong didn't answer my question, but stretched out his slender fingers and gently pinched my face a few times, and then touched it lightly as if he had carefully carved a work of art, nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Well, yes, yes, your current state is much better than I imagined." ”

I was stunned, looking at my current appearance, and my heart was speechless for a while, my goddamn minced flesh was much better than he imagined? How bad he had imagined it to be.

Now I always have a sense of immediacy that I am a guinea pig that I use to make a real yàn.

Looking at my expression, Yi Rong seemed to understand what I was thinking, stood up with a smile, stretched a lazy waist, and said, "Actually, you should also know very well, how fragile the soul is, the slightest carelessness will cause the soul to be scattered, even if it is me, I don't dare to directly operate on the soul." ”

According to the meaning of Yi Rong, the minced flesh he used now, as well as the spell he had recited before, was actually a kind of witchcraft that he had accidentally discovered, which could materialize the originally ethereal soul, so that the soul would be much stronger, and it would be much easier to operate on the soul.

I looked at Yi Rong's confident face now, and asked a question that I had always wanted to ask but didn't.

"Let me ask you, how many of your previous experiments have been successful?"

Yi Rong, who was still laughing confidently, stopped abruptly when he heard my question, and my consciousness almost crashed when I saw this expression, and a very bad premonition lingered in my mind, which is why I didn't ask before.

I was too timid to ask, for fear of hearing some bad news, and in the end I didn't pity myself.

Yi Rong smiled awkwardly at me and said, "You really want to know about this question?" Actually, I think, whether the previous experiments were successful or not, you will definitely succeed this time, haven't you found that your current body is very perfect? ”

"Perfect your uncle, your special mother's quick answer to Lao Tzu." I glared at Yi Rong viciously, and if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't move right now, I would really want to use his so-called perfect body to shave his ears.

Seeing that I insisted, Yi Rong put away his smile again and said to me, "The souls that were used as real yàn before, Du Teniang's soul is gone. ”