What kind of vicious ghost idea did he come up with? The answer was to set fire to this wooden house! Ignore all the things in it, and the people inside would definitely not survive. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, he didn't care about this, he still had some supplies enough to eat for a few days, if the person he had just captured was also counted as supplies, it would definitely not be a problem to eat for ten days and half a month.

Therefore, his need for food is not so urgent, but only out of a desire to kill, and to eliminate a possible aftermath.

"Wait a minute, I'll come when I go. He seemed to speak to the woman in the cellar, holding his fingers to his lips and making a shushing gesture.

Then, carrying the man who had been seriously injured, he walked towards the dense forest.

However, before that, he also deliberately did one thing, that is, first find a few ropes and some heavy objects, and tie this cover tightly inside and out, so that it is impossible to move.

And this cellar, there is only this one exit left, whether it is in or out, it has to be under this small cover, once it is suppressed and unable to move, it is equivalent to being blocked inside!

"You wait a minute, it won't be too long. As soon as he finished speaking, he took a stride into the woods.

He was cruel, because this sentence was not actually said to the little mouse that could not be seen or touched, but to the man who was carrying it on his shoulder.

This man was very weak now, very weak now, but as soon as he heard this sentence, he began to feel a serious uneasiness, an almost heart-rending uneasiness.

A kind of uneasiness that if you don't do something, you will die quickly.

If he just dies by himself, he can also fight for a glimmer of life for his daughter, and he will never hesitate at all, and he can die generously.

However, he now found that he had done nothing by doing this, and his daughter could not escape a certain death!

However, he found that no matter how much he struggled, it didn't work at all, and this guy's hands, like an iron tong, made him unable to escape, and he was fixed in place and unable to break free.

"Are you in pain? do you regret it now?" he began to sneer. "Yes, you're desperate right now, and I can see how desperate you are! But your little despair doesn't mean anything at all. ”

After saying that, as if he had reached his destination, he suddenly stopped and stood next to a tall tree.

It's a tall, crooked-necked tree, the one that is suitable for hanging.

"You see, you're going to be hanged here, but what makes you feel so powerless is that you're powerless to resist. What you do will not have the slightest effect!" and with that, he was about to prop up the man and hang it on the tree.

During this period of time, he kept sneering!

There were some cruelty-sounding sneers all the time.

In the end, he hung this man on the tree in one go.

"Uh-huh!" he struggled as he kicked the man at his feet with all his might, and desperately clinged to the tree with his hands.

However, this will not have any effect at all, after all, he has just experienced blood loss, and he has become very weak, and he has no strength at all.

How to face a person who is much stronger than him in every way?

The results of this are obvious.

"Your resistance will not make any sense!" he laughed, "but your resistance will only make you feel more excited!"

With that, he took out a piece of rope that had just been used to seal the lid of the cellar, tied it to the man's head, and then threw it directly at the fork of the branch, and hung it lightly.

Then, with a sudden tightening, the man turned pale, looking as if he were a hanged man.

"Oh, oh, bye-bye, don't die now!" he waved at the man, and was about to turn back.

All that was left was the man who was still struggling.

He was still struggling, one hand on the rope, trying to loosen a little, and the other on his belt, trying to pull the dagger out.

However, either one of them didn't work as well as it should!

He is nothing more than a vain, repetitive struggle, to make a small continuation of his coming limit.

"Whew, hehe. He made some incomprehensible screams from his mouth, and the rope in his throat was about to strangle him, but at this point, he had not done anything.

"I ...... Are you just going to die? Not even the last bit of action has brought any effect. Really...... Death is worthless, it's as light as a feather!" his consciousness began to blur, he felt as if he was out of his body, and everything began to move away from him.

And in this, it also includes his own body.

He felt light, fluttering, as if he didn't have the slightest weight.

"I'm flying, it's so comfortable, I think I'm already immersed in it, immersed in the comfortable feeling here!"

He felt like he was about to give up thinking and soak in the comfortable feeling wholeheartedly.

However, there was another voice in his heart, and this voice was reminding him, shouting.

"That's enough! get up!" an anxious voice seemed to wake him up.

"Get out of here!" he felt himself waving his hand, but didn't move. "Don't bother me anymore! Because I'm already immersed in this comfort! Don't bother me anymore!"

"Hurry up! Wake up, have you forgotten your daughter?" a voice was anxiously reminding him, "Your daughter is still in danger!

He didn't seem to remember anything, and then, suddenly, he came to his senses.

"Okay! I see! I'll leave right away!" he said through gritted teeth.

In his mind, a kind of picture was almost formed.

In that frame, a man laughing maniacally, laughing and splashing gasoline.

And behind him, there is a forest of burning flames and matchsticks. (To be continued.) )