The space left between these figures was not large, just enough for a person to walk in it, I held the Tang knife tightly, carefully avoided the figures in the way, dodged around, and finally arrived at the place where the small can landed just now.

The place where I stopped at the last place looked very strange, and the reason why I said this place was strange was because when I stood still, I happened to form a circle with three figures.

It's like four people facing each other to talk to each other.

It is indeed not a comfortable thing to face three lifeless but extremely realistic human figures, but it is here that the three-colored jar just landed on the ground, and my hearing is now as sharp as my vision, and I will definitely not be mistaken.

I clenched the Tang knife in my hand, took a few steps forward, and carefully looked at the three figures around me.

To my left stood a figure of an old woman, dressed in rags, with a yellow face and thin muscles, and her shriveled hands stretched out in front of her, as if she was begging for something, an old beggar.

Opposite the old beggar, to the right of my body, is a portrait of a young woman, dressed in luxurious clothes, and at first glance a young lady from a large family.

The woman's figure was holding a fan in her hand and half-covering her jade face, her face was slightly brows, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be disgusted by the old woman who was begging for her.

I didn't pay much attention to either of them, and after a few glances, I turned my head.

What really made me look wrong was the figure standing right at me.

The figure was wrapped in a wide black cloak from top to bottom, and the figure bowed its head slightly, so that it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, dead or alive

This portrait looks really weird, and people can't help but be careful.

I didn't step forward, I raised my Tang knife and slowly stretched out the cloak covering the figure's head.

With a slight exhalation, I lifted my wrist and slowly lifted the cloak from the figure's head.

The cloak was lifted to reveal the head of the figure covered underneath, a head with a cloak that was disheveled, and since it was down, I still didn't see the true face of the portrait.

After thinking about it for a moment, I tightened my grip on the hilt of the knife, half-crouched down and looked down at the face of the figure, and when I looked closely, my eyes couldn't help but widen.

This is a portrait of a middle-aged man, the portrait has a beard and beard, it is very realistic, but the real reason why I frown is that this man's portrait has a painful expression on his face for some reason, and there are bloody tears in his eyes. Not only in the eyes, but also in the mouth, nose and ears, there were blood stains.

This figure looks very strange, and compared with the two statues next to it, the bleeding man looks like a corpse, and it looks even more mysterious.

In fact, this "male corpse" portrait is very inappropriate to place here, and it would be more appropriate to place it with the noon figure holding a hook knife and silver needle.

"Holy shit!" I cursed, "What do you mean by such a bloody thing?" Pretending to be a ghost to scare people for fun? ”

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I became, so I simply lifted the Tang knife and slashed it down according to the man's portrait, and the Tang knife fell, splitting the figure diagonally in half from the shoulder, and the fracture was actually red.

Seeing the color, I panicked, and when this portrait was a real person, I was relieved to take a closer look, it turned out that these people were made of clay, not to mention the fine clay, and I don't know what was mixed with the road, and the color of the clay actually showed a dazzling red.

After seeing the figure clearly, I turned around and stabbed again, and I cut off the hands of the begging old woman.

In fact, I'm just venting from my heart right now. Destruction is the best way to relieve a person's nervous and anxious mood.

"Stand still, don't you? Lao Tzu is chopping one by one! As I spoke, I turned to face the rich lady and raised my Tang knife again.

However, when I raised the Tang knife to face the "woman" holding a fan to cover her face, I suddenly felt that something was wrong with her.

The feeling that something was wrong was strong and obvious, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while.

I looked at the statue again, trying to find out where this feeling came from.

However, no matter how this statue looks, it is no different from other portraits, and the woman's face covered behind the fan still has a look of disgust for the old beggar, and there is no trace of anger in her dull eyes under the slightly wrinkled eyebrows.

I looked the woman up and down, left and right for a long time, but I really didn't see anything unusual.

In the end, I simply didn't look for it.

Fuck it! I don't care if there's anything wrong with you, I'll cut you in half with a knife first, I don't believe that you can be a girl made of mud and can't do it?

While I was thinking like this, the Tang knife raised in my hand had already slashed straight at the woman's statue.

If nothing else, the statue of a woman made of red clay will definitely split in half under my split, and it feels like a knife chopping milk tofu.

But what I didn't expect was that the accident came. Just as the Tang knife in my hand was about to slash at the top of the woman's head.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound behind me, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Hearing the sound, I violently withdrew the Tang knife that was slashing at the woman and protected it in front of me, and at the same time quickly turned around to face the place where the sound came from.

After turning around, I realized that the sound behind me just now was caused by the "male corpse" that bleeds from the seven orifices, and after this figure was split in half by me, half of the body was still standing in place just now, but at this time, I don't know why Lu Dao fell to the ground.

I glanced quickly at the half-section of the fallen figure, and then looked carefully at the other figures a little further away.

On closer inspection, the other figures didn't look unusual, and I even stepped forward and swung my knife and slashed down several of the surrounding figures. These statues are indeed made of that kind of red clay.

Seeing that the figures around me were not unusual, I stepped forward to take a closer look at the "male corpse" that had fallen to the ground.

I observed very carefully, and suddenly I found a strange place on the shoulder of the "male corpse", and there was a thin steel wire attached to the shoulder of the figure!

Sure enough, there is still a problem......

I thought to myself.

The wire was so thin that it didn't seem to be even a hair thick, and the wire itself was painted black, making it extremely difficult to spot in a dimly lit environment.

But after swallowing the snake pill, I found this wire with a keen eye.

One end of the thin black wire was tied to the arm of the "male corpse", and the other end went straight behind me.

At this time, I was squatting on the ground facing the "male corpse". Thinking of this, I quickly stood up again and turned around. The closest thing to me was the statue of a woman holding a fan over her face.

I looked down at the wire, and it seemed to lead to the woman's clothes