Mom said that people like them have a more sensitive sixth sense than ordinary people, so it will definitely not be an illusion just now.

It's so funny, you can feel the same kind of breath here, Angela is very excited.

And Jiang Ming, who was also excited, was hiding in the room, through the gap in the plank, his eyes stared straight at the red villain in front of him.

God really still loves him, and he was still worried about the art sample just now, and now such a heart-warming art sample has come out.

This artwork is good, different, red all over, more distinctive than previous artworks, Jiang Ming subconsciously licked his tongue.

Angela heard that no one answered, and shouted again: "Who is it, come out quickly, if I find it, there will be punishment." The voice was still flat, no panic, no fear, just a childlike tone.

Jiang Ming pushed open his wooden house, walked around the big tree, and came out of it.

The hut is well hidden, blocked by a few large trees, and it is not easy to find without looking carefully.

"Little girl, why are you here alone?" Jiang Ming tried his best to make himself appear kind, but his opening sentence was a bit similar to the first opening sentence of the kind of gangsters who robbed people at night.

Angela blinked, raised her head to look at Jiang Ming and said, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I'm an artist, and of course I'm here to make art." Jiang Ming said with a smile.

"Artists? What kind of art do you do? Can you show me? "Angela's favorite of the art god, who made her an artist too, her favorite is human embroidery.

"Absolutely." Jiang Ming's eyes flickered, and he was very happy.

Jiang Ming took Angela to the wooden house, and before she got close to the wooden house, Angela smelled a bad smell, and when the door of the wooden house opened, the smell hit her nose.

If it were an ordinary person, if it smelled such a strange smell, it would definitely hide in the corner and vomit, but fortunately, Angela was different. She grew up in blood, so she can tolerate these strange smells and walk in calmly.

There was something sticky on the ground, it seemed to be some potions, but Angela wasn't interested in that, she was interested in what kind of art Jiang Ming was doing, and she really wanted to see it.

After entering the wooden house, Jiang Ming opened another door, and then walked inside, the road was quite dark, there was not even an electric light, Jiang Ming didn't know where to take out a fire fold, then lit the torch next to him, and continued to walk forward with the torch.

The more you go inside, the stronger the smell of formalin, in fact, Angela has not smelled formalin.

Although she and her mother often catch a lot of people, one is to satisfy their appetites, and the other is to keep a young, beautiful and energetic face. And the other is to practice human embroidery on people.

But they are generally alive, and if they die, they will be disposed of as soon as possible, and they will not even think about keeping them fresh.

"Look, there it is." Angela followed the direction Jiang Ming pointed and looked forward, and suddenly felt very disgusted.

In order to see clearly, I deliberately got closer to take a look, and finally said disgustedly: "Your artwork is too bad!" ”