I leaned against the door, looking at the filth, and I didn't dare to go inside: "I feel sorry for you."

"Are you willing to cooperate now?"

The freckled face twitched vigorously on the ground, and it looked like he had something to say to me.

I walked around the yellow liquid on the ground and took the chopsticks out of his mouth.

"What do you want to say? Hurry up."

Freckled face gritted his teeth and scolded angrily, "*** There is no lower limit! Use this tactic against me! Your whole family didn't ***!"

Ooh!

He was more temperamental than I thought, and if he was an ordinary person, he would have already confessed at this time.

I shoved the chopsticks back into his mouth and replied without hesitation, "You're right, I'm not a good person."

"The means of dealing with you, except for, pee, and fart, are genitals. Besides, you only deserve to experience my means."

Since he can carry it, let's carry it well.

Out of the house, I went outside and got a piece of pork.

The pork gradually melted in the pot and turned into white lard, which was poured down under the freckled face's full resistance.

Croton makes a stomach, and lard moistens the intestines.

Maybe he won't be constipated for the rest of his life.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden knock on the door in my bedroom, and I immediately laughed when I opened my eyes.

As soon as the door opened, the freckled face was planted out of the house.

I looked at him like a shrimp and kicked him a few times: "Figured it out?"

"Just let me get out of here, anything!"

Before he could finish speaking, he slammed his back and spat out a stream of viscous yellow liquid.

Tut.

Spit and pull the same, no wonder I can't bear it.

Actually, he was right, my method is really not on the stage, and I praise me for being despicable.

But in fact, what I did was destroy his heart.

People may not be afraid of death, but they absolutely can't stand the torture, whether it is psychological or physical, it is unavoidable destruction.

Now he surrendered in the middle of the night, which is reasonable.

I carried him to the bathroom and took the hose to give him a shower first.

"Your wish, I've fulfilled it, it's time to do something serious."

He was naked and dragged to the root of the window by me, and the late autumn wind through the hall was called a heart-piercing cold.

I sat across from him with a blanket draped: "Q&A."

"I ask, you answer."

"First, what kind of organization are you?"

"The Great Virtue Light Sect."

"Daide? It's a lack of morality, isn't it?" I snorted and laughed, "Still the Illuminati? Why don't you say the top of the light? Do you still have to besiege you with the six major sects?"

Freckled face hugged herself and looked at me pleadingly, "How dare I lie?"

"Okay, next."

"I've dealt with you guys before, what do they mean by resurrection?"

The freckled face trembled and replied, "If only the true God is resurrected, we will have eternal life."

Good fellows, this is a cult through and through!

It's embarrassing to think about it, this kind of statement that is almost mentally retarded, some people really believe it!

"Who's that guy with the wolf's head mask? Also, what's hidden in that cemetery?"

The freckled face had been completely frozen into a ball, and it was very difficult to speak.

According to him, the one wearing the wolf's head mask is their little leader, and each person is in charge of collecting things in an area, but it is not known what it is.

As long as these things are collected, the so-called *** can be resurrected.

And those who have died before will have their souls purified, and they and their families will be free from physical suffering forever.

And the werewolf trapped us with ***, also to collect things.

As for why we were chosen, it's not clear.

The more I listened, the more frightened I became.

No wonder that group of people will regard death as home, and someone co-authored a big pie.

If it goes on like this, their disciples will all turn into ***, and they will die one by one, isn't there a mess in the sky?

In this way, this matter really has to be managed to the end.

It's not that I have to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, but I know that if the skin doesn't exist, the hair will be attached?

Take 10,000 steps back and say, if among the people they killed, there are Uncle Ya, Ji Canghai, or Peaches and Xiaomei, what should I do?

Instead of waiting for passive revenge, it is better to take the initiative.

Now that I look at it, all the problems are solved.