I saw a familiar rickety figure wielding a kitchen knife.

The shrill screams echoed in my head, and I froze completely in place, and suddenly I heard the voice of the master calling me.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and the blinding white light around me slowed me down for a moment before I could see my surroundings clearly.

My worried eyes fell straight on me, and I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and couldn't help but ask about what had just happened.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes, and then he patted me on the shoulder with relief.

He didn't say much, he just told me that this ability was passed down from the Wei family's ancestors.

Just smoke a special cigarette and you'll see the truth you want to see.

Looking at the cigarette that had long been extinguished in his hand, it seemed that it was indeed unavailable on the market.

After yawning, he lay down and waved at me to go back to sleep.

Since the incident with Xiaoguang, Ye has not slept in the same room with me, but packed up and lived in the warehouse.

Lying in the quilt and remembering what happened just now, the first time I killed was to take revenge on my mother for the Seven Evil Soul Locking Array, but the second time I needed a ghost to do something.

Maybe this is not the first time that the village chief has killed people at all.

After pondering for a moment, the village chief just glanced at the man, and he knew what he was going to do.

Could it be that the master is also an accomplice? What do the two have to do?

Until the next night, another body was delivered.

Ye once said that sewing corpses is not a business, and there is no way to ensure that there will be food one day and no food on the other day.

Ever since I started sewing corpses, I don't know if it's a delusion or something else, but there's always work to find at the door.

Looking at the corpse that was carried in, the dark blue retro long dress, and the chic watch ring on the hand, it looked very valuable.

I was curious about the woman's appearance, and when I looked behind the two of them, my heart suddenly chuckled.

A man is holding a woman's head, and his facial features are distorted in extreme fright, and he has long been unable to see the beauty of a woman.

As soon as the body was placed on the iron bed, the hands of the two people who carried the body were not honest.

One of the long, lean men was the old Wang of the next village, who was in his thirties and didn't work properly, and he couldn't get his wife to drink all day.

The other short and a little chubby is me and Zhang Peng, who is the same age, both parents passed away and grew up eating 100 family meals.

watched them unceremoniously take off the woman's clothes, and put all the gold and silver jewelry the woman was carrying into their pockets.

This is the first time I've seen a corpse sewn and even take advantage of the dead.

"No, you two dare to take advantage of the dead." I exclaimed, and couldn't help but step back.

"What's the matter with you, you crazy baby." Wang turned his head to look at me, his tone full of threat.

Zhang Peng didn't say anything, just quietly stuffed a ring into my pocket, winked at me, and muttered something to me.

I put my hand in my pocket and touched the ring, and was thinking about whether to take it or not, when I found that the ring was wet and sticky.

Shocked, I took out the ring and saw that the blood wrapped the entire ring, Zhang Peng turned his head and looked at the ring with some disbelief.

The rings were all wiped clean by Zhang Peng, how could there be blood all of a sudden.

The idea of accepting the ring vanished instantly, and I swallowed and stuffed the ring into Zhang Peng's hand.

Looking at the blood stains on my hands, my blood all over my body seemed to be congealed, unable to flow, as if a vice had clamped my heart fiercely.

Lao Wang was even bolder, he didn't know that he couldn't touch a woman all year round, and his obscene gaze actually stayed on the woman's scarred body.

Even if this woman is dead, even if she doesn't even have a head, he can do it.

Looking at their departing backs, I lit three sticks of incense and apologized to the undead for what had just happened.

After scrubbing the woman's body, I took out the flesh thread and began to stitch the woman's head, and looking at the woman's knotted hair, I put down the stitches.

Take out a dusty comb, blow it clean of dust and comb the woman's hair.

Xu Shi suffered a lot of torture before her death, her body was covered with bruises and whip marks, and her hair was unusually dry, and now she doesn't look like the wife of a big family.

Holding a hot towel and applying it to the woman's frightened face, I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched the woman's expression return to calm.

Stitches are stitched together at the junction of the skull and neck.

Looking at the woman's face, I couldn't help but secretly admire in my heart, obviously such a beautiful woman, that person was willing to kill him.

At this moment, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the woman's head, and my eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

The highly cloudy eyes, which I couldn't even see clearly, stared straight at me.

I was so frightened that I stepped back and sat down on the ground with my ass on the ground, and the wet and cold touch made me feel excited.

Looking down, there was a patch of blood under his buttocks, and the walls that were originally white were also stained red with blood.

It was all so terrifying in the dim light that I almost cried out and immediately stood up and looked around.

Countless blood trickled down the walls and finally dripped to the ground, and the only sound of my rapid breathing and heartbeat and ticking could be heard in the silence of the room.

Completely ignoring the fact that I was still sewing corpses, I ran out of the house and slammed the door of the inner room shut, leaning against the door I gasped and my hands trembled uncontrollably.

Sticking to the door, I listened to the movement inside, the original ticking sound disappeared without a trace, and I hesitated to look for the master.

After thinking for a moment, I looked at the newspaper pasted on the door and window, which was still stained by my grandfather the day before.

Maybe it was because I was pushing the door too hard to close it, and one of the sides was cocked, and I looked through the gap.

Before I could see inside, a hand landed on my shoulder, so frightened that I immediately turned around, and even my heartbeat skipped a beat.

"What are you doing here, are you done?"

I talked for a while, and then I pushed the door open with a frown.

The scene that was once covered with blood in the room seemed to no longer exist, and the white walls were filled with the corpse of a woman lying there quietly.

Without saying anything, he pushed me into the room and turned to leave.

Stunned in place, I subconsciously touched my buttocks, and the wet and sticky feeling was still there.

Looking at my hands, which were still dripping with blood, I realized that everything that had just happened was real.

The wind outside the window blew through the cracks in the window and made a terrible whimper, and I couldn't help but shiver, and I felt palpitations when I looked at the curtains blown by the wind.