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"I'll go, where did the ugly ghost come from, get out. The smell is full of sores, and you let me not do business. ”

The little boy didn't move, and kept swallowing. Looking pitifully at the fragrant buns.

The boss took out the red-hot tongs and stabbed the little boy, swearing and swearing, "If you don't get out, I'll kill you." ”

The boy grinned and I asked you to burn it, can you give me a bun to eat?"

"Fuck you, little brute. I'm a pastime, believe it or not, I really burned you with fire tongs!" The boss saw that the boy was still not leaving, so he directly stabbed the boy with fire tongs. The boy grabbed the red-hot tongs, the skin and flesh of his palms were scorched by the tongs, the pus on his hands was burned, the skin and flesh turned out, and a foul smell filled the street. Even so, the boy remained smiling and silent. This pain is not a problem at all for him who has survived the torture of the human body's extreme laboratory.

The boss was so frightened that he threw away all the tongs, "You're sick!"

When the little boy saw that the boss still wouldn't give him a bun, he tilted his head and looked at his palm, I just want to eat a bun. Isn't that okay?"

A gust of wind blew past the boy and rushed towards the owner of the bun shop. The boss staggered, suddenly choked his neck, and rolled uncomfortably on the ground. One by one, pustule blisters bulged from the body and then burst. The clothes were soaked with pus, and the skin and flesh decayed rapidly at a speed visible to the flesh, and they fell to the ground, turning into red and yellow liquid in the blink of an eye.

The boss desperately scratched the pus on his body with his hands, and the wailing was unbearable. The boy picked up the bun and stuffed it into his mouth until he rolled his eyes and his stomach was round, and then he staggered out.

The tragic situation of the boss attracted hundreds of onlookers. They did not dare to approach the boy, but they kept spraying foul language. Some even threw stones at the little boy.

The boy didn't care, and when he was full, he just wanted to hurry to his sister and father.

"Will you let me do it?"

When the boy saw that no one would let him, he cried, "Why are you 'pushing' me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the onlookers fell down one after another. I ran over and shouted to disperse, all disperse!"

Some people run out, some people squeeze in. Before I could rush inside, hundreds of onlookers were lying on the ground. Blisters bubble up from their bodies in dense clusters and then explode, turning into pus and eroding their bodies.

Hundreds of people wailed and scratched their bodies. Some even scratched their bones,

Hell on earth, nothing more than that. In just a few minutes, everyone turned into rotten 'meat', and the strong smell of corpses made me want to vomit!

The boy stood in the pile of corpses, burst into tears and laughed, stepping on the dark red 'color' of blood, and continued to move forward. I stopped in front of him, and you can't continue!"

"Are you trying to stop me?" I sensed, a gust of wind around him. I knew it wasn't the wind, it was the poisonous weed spores that were wrapped around the curse. He wanted to kill me, and it was only a matter of minutes.

I couldn't get near him, let alone kill him. Actually, Paper is still a child. All he did was find his father and sister. However, what I don't understand is that in the memory world of the old ghost, I once remembered that Paper and my sister Erya were captured together by the Living Hall. As for his father, the old ghost, he was gouged out of his eyes and cut out his tongue by Dr. Xu of the Hall of the Living in front of him.

Since he knew the fate of his father and sister, why did he insist on finding the whereabouts of them. Don't...... , a word popped into my head - choose 'sex' amnesia. I thought that this kind of thing only existed in idol dramas, but I didn't expect that someone would really encounter this situation in reality. When people suffer so much that they reach an unbearable point, the brain will take measures to actively forget some memories in order not to collapse, so that people will not collapse. No wonder he doesn't remember the end of his father and sister, it turns out that he chose 'sex' and forgot all this.

Perhaps, only by summoning the old ghost to explain to him can the paper stop. While I was thinking about this, the paper had already passed me.

A breeze blew on his face, and then, there was a strange itch on his body. I saw the pink and pink blisters on the back of my hands, and I quickly opened my sleeves, some of the blisters on my body had burst, and the pus and blood corroded my flesh and blood like sulfuric acid.

What torments me more than the pain is the itch, which comes from the bones, and makes me want to pick off all the 'flesh' from my body, and then rub the bones on the ground to be happy. But I can't do that. That would only hasten death.

I called Gray and asked him to hurry up and 'get' some paper money and incense candles. The spiritualist ritual must be carried out in a hurry!

In order not to rot into a pile of 'meat' before Gray arrived, I grabbed a car and crashed headlong into a fire hydrant on the side of the road, using the water column in the hydrant to wash the 'meat'. Of course, this is only to delay the survival time for a few more minutes.

I stood wet in the water jet from the fire hydrant, watching countless black 'colored' police cars with the word SWAT written on them whizzing by, and they were heading in the same direction that Paper had left.

I yelled at them not to go, not to go!"

But no one paid any attention to me. In just a few minutes, the paper caused a 'commotion' and 'chaos' to the city. SWAT officers cordoned off the streets, and countless guns were aimed at the paper that was moving forward. Gunshots rang out intensively, and the paper was beaten into a sieve. But he still didn't fall.

He moved forward steadily, the wind was blowing, and the SWAT was all infected by poisonous spores, collapsed, and rotted!

Every infected person has become a new source of infection. Within half an hour, there had been a large-scale infection in the city, and nearly 1,000 people had died.

Then, a group of people wearing biohazard suits and carrying flamethrowers came in, and burned as soon as they saw an infected person. People were rolling in flames, cars on the street were smoking, screams and weeping. I stunned a man in a biohazmat suit who was trying to burn me to death and changed into a hazmat suit.

That's when Gray drove over.

I got into the car and went on a rampage with him all the way, eventually finding the paper near the city's university town.

Seven or eight men in hazmat suits were spraying at him with flamethrowers. The paper's figure flickered, approaching those people, tearing each other's protective suits with their bare hands. Seven or eight people were dealt with in just three minutes.

In front of the paper is a bridge, and as long as you cross the bridge, it is a university town. There are five universities with nearly 60,000 students. Once the paper has passed, what awaits 60,000 people is death.

I drove into the paper, and the paper dodged. I pulled up in the middle of the bridge.

He looked at me and asked suspiciously, "Are you rotten?"

I took off my hazmat mask and said, "It's almost there!"

As soon as he raised his hands, a tornado with a diameter of two meters suddenly formed, and it was about to roll towards me.

I just said one word, and the tornado stopped right in front of me.

"I know your father's whereabouts!"

He jumped up with joy, really?"

I didn't speak, and pulled out of the trunk incense candles, paper money, and a piece of paper with his father's birthday written on it. Lighting paper and incense sticks, I shouted the name of the old ghost loudly. Sure enough, a faint shadow appeared.

When the old ghost saw the paper, he trembled violently, and his soul almost flew away with excitement. I quickly asked him to take a few more puffs of incense and candles before the ghost stabilized.

When Paper saw the old ghost, she cried, and after learning that the old ghost and her sister were dead, she begged for death.

I set him on fire with my own hands. In the orange 'color' firelight, Paper and the old ghost supported each other and walked into the darkness together.

Paper's body was burned to ashes, the curse source died, the magic was broken, and the curse and poisonous weeds lost their roots. The blisters on all infected subjects quickly disappeared, and the decay of flesh and blood immediately stopped. The old god stick and I have both picked up a life, but those who were burned to death in biohazard suits have no chance of living.

The matter was treated as a major infectious disease by the superiors, and it quickly subsided. Afterwards, Gray asked me if we were doing the right thing. broke into the living hall and saved more than 30 children, but because of the paper incident, more than 1,000 people in the city were killed.

In fact, it's not just Gray who is 'confused', the whole person doesn't know if this is the right thing to do. After that, the old god disappeared for a whole month.

This month, we have experienced many unbelievable horror events, and finally found the answer!