When I looked up, I saw a corpse hanging from the top of the intricate beams, the blood had not dried up, proving that he had not died for a long time.

The two worked together to put him down.

After a glance, the master decisively recognized that this person was the butcher who had made an appointment with him.

"The three moles in the center of the eyebrows are either rich and noble, or short-lived and lacking morality."

"But ......"

After a pause, he continued: "His death was not all an accident this time. ”

I understand the meaning of this, because the butcher's death is indeed strange, and the seven orifices are bleeding, and it can be basically concluded that he died of poison, but his complexion is ruddy and abnormal, which is quite strange.

It's not like a dead person, but like it's deliberately pretending to be dead and acting.

If it weren't for the snort and pulse, I would have been a little skeptical.

What is even more unbelievable is that the deceased's heart is missing, and on his left chest, there is a strange scar.

The master did not seem to be interested in all this, skillfully put on his white gloves, tore the rope off the table, and at the moment when the straw mat was flattened, the butcher lying on the ground suddenly sat up.

The guy hadn't even opened his eyes, and suddenly rushed over like crazy, as if he was coming towards the big blob on the table.

I grabbed a handful of quicklime and sprinkled it on the door of his face.

The butcher struggled for a moment, then fell to the ground, his legs twitching, and he stopped moving.

"Corpses?" I'm a little unsure.

"That's right." The master nodded, and on the other side, the layers of packages were unwrapped, and there was a thousand-faced corpse lying inside.

"Sure enough, it's this thing." The master snorted twice, and then nodded.

I've never seen it in a book, and I don't know much about it after all.

It's just that the shape is weird, and the size of the corpse is similar to that of a normal adult, and even a little rickety.

"This thousand-faced corpse has a filthy aura in the human body, remember not to touch it directly, and the clothes that have been in contact with it must be burned within an hour, otherwise it will cause a catastrophe." The master warned again.

I nodded solemnly, and then followed his arrangement to call the blind man Li who was still resting in the hotel.

This Uncle Li has a good temper, listening to the other end of the phone, there is a little bag, probably woken up, this kind of panicked moment, can still have a strong sense of sleep, the mentality is really good.

As soon as I put down my phone, the master here has already started to get busy.

It is said that there are many kinds of corpses with a thousand faces.

There are people with pig's heads and ghosts, and most of them are bones from wild beasts or domestic animals, and they are spliced together with the corpses.

In order to fit perfectly with the corpse, the locals would use a special potion mixed with the blood of the flaming serpents of the jungle, chisel and smear it on it.

On the one hand, the torso is fixed, and when the blood and potions are dried, there will be a strong stickiness, and on the other hand, it ensures that the mutilated soul of the corpse can be perfectly mated with the animal.

This description sounds disgusting and even misleading.

The master said, "Boy, what are you doing in a daze?" Don't go get the toolbox yet. ”

I sighed, only to see that he had removed the gauze from the face of the Thousand-Faced Corpse, revealing a shriveled face.

There are no eyes, and the mouth is small, as if it has been sewn up before.

The master frowned and ordered me to hand over a pair of pliers, and I stared intently, but I could hear the sound of gasping for air.

"Shhh...... What this little monster has in its mouth is an eyeball? ”