Du Miao secretly gave me a look, meaning that I should drag the person who placed the curse, and she would find a way to break the curse. 【Cat flutter update is the fastest and most complete free】

I turned around and said, "Friend, since you have made a curse, why do you have to hide your head and show your tail?" How about coming out and talking? ”

Before I could finish my sentence, the ghost on the wall pulled Tan Yue's shadow to the guillotine. Tan Yue seemed to have been immobilized, his legs stood motionless, but his upper body bent straight down. His neck also stretched a little, as if he was waiting for the knife in his head.

Suddenly, a ghost figure on the wall took two steps back, raised the ghost-headed knife with both hands, and slashed at the rope behind the knife.

In an instant, I could hear the sharp sound of the blade rushing through the guillotine slide, and a strong wind from the blade was rushing towards me.

between the electric light and flint. I staggered to Tan Yue and put an arm around his neck.

I only felt that someone had slashed my arm, and a knife mark appeared out of thin air on the sleeve of my robe. Although the knife did not cut off my arm, my arm suddenly sank under the impact of an invisible force, crushing Tan Yue to the ground. I myself leaned forward and fell on top of Tan Yue.

I bet right! The shadow spell really couldn't help the robes on my body.

However, before I could make any more movements, I heard a sound of the knife pulling overhead—the executioner had raised the knife again?

I was going to get up. immediately changed his mind and pressed back on Tan Yue.

Old Walnut told me that there are 360 lines in the world, and each line has its own rules. The executioner can only kill people with two knives, and if the person does not die after the knife is mended, it is a bad craft, and the executioner must be replaced with a executioner.

I don't know if there is such a saying about guillotine killing, but one thing I can be sure of is that I must do everything I can to buy time for Du Miao. The guillotine can't kill people twice, it's better to change the executioner halfway, and if I don't, I can at least get the knife up a few more times.

When I turned around, I saw the gate knife on the wall rise again, and two ghosts grabbed Tan Yue's shadow's ankle at the same time and dragged him back.

I just felt like Tan Yue was like a fish that had just come out of the water, sliding out under me, and I couldn't pull it back.

After Tan Yue slid out from under me, he suddenly stood up. Standing straight and straight, with your feet gradually off the ground - hanging!

My eyes swept over Tan Yue's shadow, and I don't know when an extra noose appeared on Tan Yue's shadow, hanging him in the air.

Not good! Without thinking about it, I took off the robe on my body and put my back gloves on Tan Yue. As soon as Tan Yue's body loosened, and when he fell back to the ground, I stretched out two fingers and pointed at Tan Yue's acupoint, and I retreated.

Now, among the four people present, the reason why Du Miao was able to turn his back when his figure was restrained was because he was born in a curse, and the other party might not be able to subdue him immediately. He's probably trying to break the spell right now, and there's no way he's going to help me.

I was still able to move, only because the robe I was wearing suppressed the spell. I put the robe on Tan Yue's body, he can resume his movements, but I have to be completely exposed to the other party's spells.

I stretched out my hand and pointed at Tan Yue's acupoint, afraid that he would change the robe back - no matter how fast the two of us exchanged robes, it would not be as fast as the ghost on the wall, maybe if we hesitated a little, one of us might want to fall to the ground.

As for why I pulled out after tapping his acupoint, I retreated. All I can say is that it was instinct. I must have subconsciously wanted to rush out of the murderous mansion before I retreated with all my might.

I wasn't slow, but as soon as I stepped back to the door, before I could reach out and pull the door, there was a sudden force on my shoulders. When I looked sideways, I saw five finger-shaped marks on my shoulders, as if a pair of invisible palms had grabbed my shoulders at that moment. Pressed me where I was.

Before I could regain the strength to fight back, both of my legs were grabbed and lifted into the air at the same time. In just a few seconds, my limbs were stretched into a "big" character in the air, and I couldn't use the slightest strength.

Suddenly. There was a tearing sound of cotton cloth on my clothes, and then pieces of torn clothes flew into the air. In less than a moment, my upper body was completely revealed.

What do they want to do?

The thought just crossed my mind. I spun half in the air and stopped facing the wall.

My shadow on the wall has been hung on a "wooden" shaped shelf, and my limbs are completely fixed by ghosts. A ghost suddenly shook out a fishing net and covered me.

Slice alive! I was immediately scared into a cold sweat.

Ancient Punishments. Among the most cruel things, there must be live chopping.

Before performing the live chopping, the executioner would tighten a fishing net over the prisoner's body, and the prisoner's flesh would protrude from the space of the net. The executioner used a knife to cut off the flesh piece by piece. Until the death row prisoner becomes a bloody skeleton.

As soon as I felt a chill on my body, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and arms, which was strangled by thin threads. When I looked back, I saw diamond-shaped flesh protruding from my arms.

As the nets tightened, the flesh on my arms looked like ravioli—half-gray and half-white on the skin, but blood oozing from the sides.

I soon heard someone walking towards me shaking the keys.

Penknife!

I've heard old walnuts say that cutting people is not like killing heads, just a ghost head knife is enough. In order to be able to shave the flesh off the human body. The executioner had to take at least nine knives, and maybe thirty-six at most.

The knife is not long, and the executioner sometimes wears the knife into a string with a copper ring for the convenience of holding it, hangs it on the arm when it is not in use, and takes it off when it is used.

The other party seemed to be deliberately scaring me, and I had to shake the knife a few times with every step, and the noise kept ringing in my ears, and the smell of blood from nowhere also entered my nostrils. It was as if a pig killer had been slaying all year round, wearing a gown that had been soaked in blood for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly stood behind me.

I felt a knife slashing back and forth on me, but I couldn't see where the other party was or where he was going to take the knife.

I was about to turn my head to look when I saw a ghost figure on the wall move. A ghost figure walked up to me with a sweater pin-like nail in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand.

He's going to nail me in the scalp!

My scalp tingles. When cutting people, they should not let the prisoner see his flesh being cut off little by little. In that case, maybe the person will be scared to death before he is finished. The first step in the execution is to fix the person's head on a shelf.

In ancient times, human hair was long, and it was enough to wrap the hair around the rack a few times before execution. If he encounters a person who has lost his head, the executioner usually picks the scalp of the condemned prisoner with a long nail and nails it into the wood by sticking the nail to his skull, which can also make the person unable to turn his head.

After a few moments, I suddenly felt a chill on the top of my head - the other party had put a nail on my scalp.

Someone beside me whispered, "Don't be afraid! Cutting people is not all chopping, at most 180 knives are enough. Those who do what we do want people to die, but people can't live; If you want people to live, there are ways to do it. ”

"Let's cut lightly, you can also hold on, as long as the number of knives is enough, the supervisor can release you. If you can't stand it. Don't blame me for dying. ”

"!"

I really want to scold, this trick has long been debunked! Before the executioner chops someone, he will whisper this again, and it should be mental anesthesia.

In a desperate situation, there is only a little hope. can hold on. The executioner repeatedly gave the death row prisoner hope that he would not die before he had enough knives, and by the time the death row prisoner could turn his head and see himself, he would have been almost chopped. At that time, he knew that it was too late for him to be deceived.

The executioner whispered: "I'll fix your head first, don't open your eyes, I'll tell you the number of knives, you can count too, you promise not to die!" You can rest assured......"

As soon as he finished speaking, I felt a tingling sensation in my scalp - he picked my scalp open!